I refuse to let death be my life, for it is the only one that I have; I'll not worry about the end of my path, it will come soon enough, and getting there is the fun part.
Here where the only shadows cast are those we create, with only the weight of the world upon our shoulders, heaven still seems so far away, lost against the backdrop of yesterday's dreams as they're held hostage by tomorrow's tragedies; I'm reminded that the war between the heart and soul is nothing more than the... Continue Reading →
Musings From The Porch: The Storm & The Vigil
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” - Hunter S. Thompson A year ago I wrote... Continue Reading →
He pulled skin and muscle aside, his fingers finding the bone beneath as they tore their way through flesh. Working his fingers between the tight spaces, tendons and cartilage popped and snapped as it released from the ribs, which in turn creaked and groaned before finally breaking. He could feel the bone bend and fracture,... Continue Reading →
barefoot on blades that bend and wave the comfort of earth and her embrace cool the green fades to grey 'neath indigo cloak that shrouds the day and laughing breezes carry evening from miles away peace, their whispers, strung across a gossamer sky, where dreams unfolding are set alight, as a world awakens and comes... Continue Reading →
It beckons: a moment that's only a breath away, the space between life and death where living really happens; a chance, a risk, a rush, and the hope forgetting what brought me here, the thrill of the storm charging the blood, until the fire burns out and the sweetness of pain replaces the bitterness of... Continue Reading →
I was born to livewhile dying.
Holding the moment stillwhile I move through it,watching time unfoldin the colors of life,I get a sense of beingless of myselfand more of you.
My time is short, but it is mine, and in waiting for what may be, I lose what I have; do not make me wait, for I will not, for I cannot afford the loss of this moment when the next one isn’t guaranteed. I will take what I can hold, and this is only... Continue Reading →
I shall liveas I have died:chasing dragonflies.