First is from the one that’s filled with fear, Listen close and you will likely hear Long and fond drones on the song that’s wrong: “Prove your love and read my mind right now. Hit the mark and do not ask me how Know what triggers me before I do Or I will bleed all over you. “You must live to give me what I need – Broken, faithful, thoughtless heartless steed. You should know where I want us to go Kick and prod until you know.” Second song is from my voice within; A secret silent solemn hidden hymn. Now alone I own this homely tone: “I was young and hoped that older me Always thought and worked to keep me free. Now I’m old and lost the little boy – Shunned him for her fragile joy. “Though we fight and bite and steal and cry You will always be my little guy. Though our bond is one we cannot see We will make our selfs good company.” Third comes from the one I thought I’d lost, Her kiss and touch it came at such great cost. Blue, you flew and coo the truest tune: “We had gone our sep...
A collection of short stories, articles and poetry. Stories: Though I pull inspiration from my life, the connection is loose. I hope my stories can be universally applicable, entertaining and therapeutic. Articles: Often about other stories. Sometimes published and syndicated in magazines ... but if not, It's fun to have a place where I can share my thoughts anyway.