Pen and Paper Stories. Vacation for the mind.
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Regret
I’ll take your crazy And raise you sane Block injustice And forward the blame… I’ll take the medicine And forward the will Play the life That’s planning to kill… And I’ll be sorry Or a little late All in the time Of planning fate… And when all is done And the tears are dry- Life…
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New Life
The soil turns and dies As old finds new life Through worm’s work and time Or happiness and strife.
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Treat
Meeting the dare Such a new treat Something so salty Now becomes sweet.. And when the roof breaks Beyond repair No construction to salvage Or truth that’s fair… Just what is And what used to be Like the apple Fallen from the tree.
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In Vain
Land mines disguised as flowers Lightning in the rainbow Salt in the rain… Worms in the sand Life in the rocks Smiles in all the pain… And stories told For one more night Before the truth appears in vain.
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Small Blessings
Sometimes beautiful nights come after a really bad day – and such is life. I understand that without the bad days – I would appreciate good days less. But… the string of bad days has beat out the good ones too often lately. And yet… I know my blessings exceed my trials. I do! But…
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Truth
Rain from a dry storm Fall like bits of honesty And regret Like a bath… And you fill the beginning Or the end Of Remembrance And wrath
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Again
Blood boils so quick anymore…. Always a joke- Can nothing be serious? Or even answered? Taking care is for granted- Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long? Clearly not long enough- Like time ever would be…. Pain is numbing Until it hurts- Or you stop. Does it stop? Or do you just go- I…
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A Moment
Numb and present A glorious gift Beyond wolves and prey But a needed lift… Yes to reality But only to pretend- Learning from this Faith and sin… Understanding the moment While forgiving the past… Honest for a moment- Or seconds that last.
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Ladies!-!
Talk me up Give me life Dull the blade Mend the strife.. Heal the burn Calm the rage Be the water- And clench the blaze… Be a rock Not the thorn Be the calm- Inside the storm… Feel the love Block the hate Be a partner- It’s not too late!
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It’s Not
It’s not knowing Or thinking Just hoping Or dreaming It’s not nothing Or everything Just stopping Or going… It’s not believing Or seeing- It just is And breathtaking
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Lightning Real
The storm rolls Without fury or fight Just a spark in the darkness To light up the night… The crows are silent And the wind is still- The air hot But still a chill… And while the Heaven’s talk Hell is asleep But all storms find life In the silence we keep… For no secret…
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Consequence
Oh to have dreamt of death Or freedom In this world’s surround… And then contemplated tools Or in and out Nothing formidable was found… Yet still the thoughts Or thrills Reflecting only what was done… And while tortuous Or deserving Lest the consequence not be fun.
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Forgiveness
Pebbles and rocks Rivers and sand People and places Fantasy be damned… And over the edge Where fantasies live No hunger or suffering Just something to give…. And numb as it was Alive was inside Not for what was lost- But for what finally had died.
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Living
It’s not knowing Or thinking Just hoping Or dreaming It’s not nothing Or everything Just stopping Or going… It just is And breathtaking
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Break
Yes! And that
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I am Rich!
Today I turned 41! Crazy! I still don’t feel 40 – so it’s hard to believe I am a year older than that. As I look at my life now I see many struggles. BUT – I also see I am rich. I am rich because I have had 4 children and have never known…
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Days and Time
Oh time you stump me-
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I Would Like…
I would like to start with what I know- And share a special gift…
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Again
Patterns simply repeat again
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Challenge
Life is a challenge And mistakes make it real Love is for life While moments are a steal… Chances are fleeting Occasionally a bit of luck And even when you are moving It feels like being stuck… So you take a chance Or maybe even a fall… Challenge everything Or on one roll bet it…
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Only God
Skies rumble Listening to their talk Believing in the voice Of temper and life Spring and summer They warn And test the living Bring back the dead With a power Only God would know.
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Tit and Tat
Force my hand…
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Open Door
You have the moment… Open the door.
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Rat Race
Seeking a rat… or time and place
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We Seek
We seek freedom and power Before age or beauty Concept or brain… Control of an empire Without fruitful desire Or judgement by trial… We seek knowledge before wisdom Love without return Journey absent destination… Inevitably the teaching After error and pain Humbled glory in vain… We then seek to turn And believe beyond ourselves Honoring…
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Mother’s Curse
You bring me up You bring down Up to success And reduced to a clown… You believe in me With disappointment too And you’d be there for it all No matter what I’d do. You are the best Even when you make me feel worse… All in the benefit Of Mother’s curse.
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Beggar
All while seeking forgiveness- And been judged the same.
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Mortal Pain
Every step was counted As tears were dried And sobs were silenced… Sorrow was left to song Hope was left in prayer And faith closed in scriptures… Speeding was the time Stopped were the answers And reason in oblivion… Stepping off the mortal ledge How and why were wondered And lost was all he knew……
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Void
Ideas were so much bigger before- Along with wants after needs… Possibilities were endless Along with you and me. Life wasn’t stoppable Even with roadblocks in the way… You just had to keep moving No matter what others would say. And drive kept the engine moving Along with truth and grit… But when time wasn’t…
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Colorado Blizzard
The snow it came With inches and wind And a dilapidated fence Met it’s end. The drifts were deep And windows were iced March’s winter Put up a fight. A blizzard by day And a mess in the dark Makes tomorrow’s options Scary to start… But Colorado is true To the reputation it has- 50s…
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