Hatred

We must look into each others eyes and recognize that we are all made of the same flesh and blood. Different ideology but the same biology. Accept the differences and celebrate them. Listen to each other and the words, emotions and expressions that are being communicated.

Sirens and The Occasional Bark

A distant siren sounds, a light flicks on and off in apartments above the street lamp. Through a silhouette you can see the occupant pulling off their coat and suddenly a hat and the silhouette reveals it to be a woman. She stands there but I walk on past.

Follow Me Forever

Moon, straight above us, a ray of light, there to guide us...Take my hand - let's walk. Close your eyes, babe, and hold me tight, I am going to guide you home, make you feel alright. My left hand falls from your neck, runs softly down your back...

Memories on Paper

He was an old man they say - too old to have lived at all. "Was he ever a dreamer, M'am or was he born to die?" Did he ever think about singing or playing ball?

Through These Newborn Eyes

She walks and locks the door, I unbutton her shirt and she leans to me - I see her face so close to me - I can feel the heat from her love that she has always had for me. I am seeing life and love and I am in life and in love.

Up to Me

When I hear this song and the words are sung it touches a cord within me that I need to follow my own path - time is running out for me and I must stay true to me. No one else can truly understand - I guess its gonna be up to me.

My Big One

If I could I would, if I could I would have a beautiful lady stand above you and to soften your hardened self. If I could free you of the stiffening sense that can sometimes cause pain, I would rub you and feather you to health and to peace. You stand among smaller ones and you lead the army into the battles, into wars always victorious with every step.

This Pain

Its funny how a rain in the spring can invigorate us yet the rain in the fall leaves us wanting for home.

Palettes of Colors

I walk along the streets, hands in pockets, eyes absorbed on the Palettes of Colors. Too warm for snow but too cold for leaves and they fall from the trees. Another cup of coffee please...

Innocent – set me free

I am on the wet streets tonight, reflections of an old man in a stained glass. The river runs beside me and a lost dog cries out for love. I am searching for answers - looking up above.

Invisible Man

The Prose Masquerade Think about what monster or creature you would most enjoy emulating if you were forced to become it for the rest of your life. (You can't say a businessman is a monster and take the easy route out). Within the realms of ghouls, ghosts, vampires, centaurs, etc., pick your poison, and craft something that shows how you would cope at your worst, your best, in your newfound existence of monstrosity. Let the words run.

Guilty of Innocence #prosechallenge

I await the sound of the bell to toll daily. Each day another inmate on death row is sent to their ultimate judgment – guilty or wrongly accused – it doesn’t matter. In the end, after the switch is pulled – the ultimate judge in the ultimate world will reveal the ultimate verdict. We all […]