Finding new roads wearing the same shoes
Scenery may change paying the dues
Rivers to cross hills to climb
Familiar footprints stamped in sand
Follow to a new beginning
Baggage still in hand
Where the trail will lead
The answer may be around the bend
Surely another crossroad
Maybe one will end with zen
If asked a penny for your thoughts
And
You put your 2 cents in….
Who gets to the other penny?
In times of inflation everything costs more.
Be careful with your thoughts….
And pennies.
Dust in the clearing
Spilled milk on the floor
Smoke without the fire
Lights on…nobody home
All paths lead to nowhere
Faucet constant on the drip
Message floating in a bottle
One way ticket not round trip
Seeing with new glasses
Emporer has a new suit
Oasis on the desert
Pide piper lost his flute
Rain on a tin roof
Daybreak the night away
Sun powers through the mist
Forecasting color over stained grey
On a positive yet strange note….
It appears that here in my little corner of central Texas, that a strange phenomenon is occuring.
What seems to be particles of H2O are falling from the sky at an exponential rate.
Not sure what to make of it.
Conspiracy theorist in our area are saying it will probably be happening all day quite possibly into tomorrow.
Also strange noises that resemble a bowling being throw down an alley and flashes of light from the sky as well.
Strange days, indeed.
Nothing is what it seems
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Emotions while balancing
On the high beam
I N E D
N U N O
Over fact
The truth is in the I’s
Full length mirror cracked
Back against the wall
Alone in a crowd
Would anybody hear
Over noise that abounds
The chasm of silence
Between a pairing of two
Speaks more than volumes
Of a relationship askew
Seeking resolve
Away from the other
Speak with the one
Or why bother
Fight for your voice
Let it ring true
If anything is worth saving
Its gotta be you
When the eyes of the dragon
Lift up and demand your praise
Will you grab your steel to fight
Or get trapped in its gaze
Its wings will spread wide
The nostrils will flare
Size up its foe with precision
Reduce to ash without a care
Don’t seek the beast
That will never be tamed
Chasing the dragon
Believing the unexplained
After 18 years of continuous sobriety my wife started drinking again.
Not being able to adopt the baby was the final straw in a haystack built over a lifetime of trauma that sealed the deal.
18 years.
We have been married for over 13.
Simple math.
I had never seen her drink alcohol.
Now I have.
To say that there will be a rough road ahead is an understatement.
But, I said “I do” to ALL of the cliche vows that go with being married and I’m sticking to them.
We met in sobriety. I didn’t marry her because of it.
I love her and will do whatever it takes to help her.
Except, drink with her.
The storm is brewing, another change on the horizon.
Damn, this life.
Always give more than what people expect….
Unless you are a bank teller.
Woke up in the lost
No memory to retrace
The all around is barren
Of all time and space
Wander around
Through old bones and sand
Optics of an oasis for a moment
Before fire overtakes the land
The sand is like quick
Suctioning my bare feet
Conscience is fading
Slow envelopement of heat
An old wooden door
Atop the next dune
Reality under siege
Fragments of an anime cartoon
Skeleton key rests
Inside an icy velvet box
Door frame beginning to melt
Watching eyes in the knots
Place the key in the slot
My arm starts to freeze
The flames disappear
Body temperature drops 30 degrees
The door flings open
I screamed at the sight
At 150 decibels of sound
I shattered like glass from fright
The door slowly closes
The key returns to its throne
My final destination
Is amongst the old bones
Good2begone 