A tingle creeps up my spineI look at the clockIt's seven-o-nine!I wake up in shock...It's Christmastime!!!I hurry out of bed and rush to the treePresents - green, gold, and redAre all waiting for me!Tiptoeing past My parents' door,I hold in a gaspAs I see even more!The stockings are stuffedTo the brim with goodies!There's more than… Continue reading Christmastime Kid
The world is on fire, Planes falling from the sky, And flaming pyres Whirling by....
It’s time the castle crumbles. Shout ‘Hallelujah!’ into the night As the tired façade tumbles Letting in the dawn’s early light...
A solitary grotto bathed by the sun. A secret meadow Seen by none But the woodland creatures Who frolic and run. Through rain or snow, There's work to be done. Within the boundaries Of the woodland's various trees, The grotto sits, a natural relief. Its design - flawless, with a carpet of clover-leaf, and a… Continue reading Mother Nature’s Secret Meadow
Temperaments are a fickle thing. Over time, they inevitably change. I used to be a wild child, Overly-emotional and easily riled. As I've aged, I've come to see My emotions are the best part of me. I've allowed myself to continue to feel While others closed off when it got too real. I used all… Continue reading The Scars on Your Heart
I’m tired of coming in second place. Overlooked and easily replaced. Sometimes, I think this is just my fate. An existence I hate Is a life full of pipe-dreams. I’m doomed to obscurity it seems. I may be bitter but I don’t mean to be inconsiderate Or insinuate That I’m ungrateful In any way. I’m… Continue reading Author of Obscurity
Behind the red brick walls of a nondescript building, gathers a covert organization. Through the hallowed halls, under the gilded ceiling, sit the powers of the nation. There, they plot and plan, leaving the doors wide open for their cunning middleman to prove his devotion. It wasn't without hesitation, that I snuck onto the premises.… Continue reading Just an Experiment…
Little people in little places, Wearing masks to hide their faces. Running 'round in circles they've lost their way. Fighting wars for money but the kids can't pay... So there's little hope for the little people. Cause there's too much blame goin' a-round. So much hate - enough to drown. Is this all there is?… Continue reading Little People
Pine-sol scented floors shine up at me. No dishes in the sink; the house is clean - to a degree. I know it won’t stay that way, But, my job is done for today. As I meander throughout the house, Making sure all is well, Checking on my kids and spouse, My mind goes on… Continue reading A Sense of Adventure
I’ve mixed feelings about alcohol. But it’s usually just fine To have a beer on the weekends Or enjoy a glass of wine. But when the drink begins to change you, It’s hard to toe that line. If you wake up to the scent Of gin on your breath And all your money spent, Spiraling… Continue reading Know Your Limits