You laid your soul in paint for all to seeYour heart left behind, forever will beEvery stroke you made was a thought in timeAn absolute story for an audience to opine. I can still smell the fresh oil paintYour coffee, canvas, and wood you frameSounds from the craft room from inside you singThat old gospel…
Mommy, I gotta go
My mom being herself.
The Crying Tree
Don’t we all have a place we go to be alone with our feelings? Someplace we feel safe and secure? Out yonder in the meadow, where the Foxtail sway,A lonely tree stands, a guardian of the day,Large branches cover, the sky above,A secret keeper, a labor of love. Beneath its shade, where the leaves unfold,A…
Judge Me
Life is what was given to us by our creator. Living is what we choose to do with it. You get this earthly life once. Live it beholden to no man or job. Let no man decide your mind’s presence on this earth. You are powerful and control your own destiny. You alone dictate your…
Devin
This story about Devin is very loosely based on something a read a long time ago. Devin was a man that spent his quiet life working and providing for his family. Devin rarely spoke ill of people and almost never spoke about another person unless it was something constructive or helpful. Like all of us,…