You're never going to be ready
You're never going to get it all together
It's never going to be perfect
You just have to decide
To go all in, anyway
You have to decide that you are ready enough
I’ll trouble you
I’ll speak to you
Waves crash and break through
my sea wall of pain.
I’ll sound trumpets across gloomy oceans
I’ll spend you
I won’t spare you, but will disturb you
with my cares and ...
Today I reflect on this dreaded dis-ease
called Lupus (SLE), one of the three types that exists. This one is the monster of them all, affecting major organ & inner systems (circulatory,
i don't think i believe in hypotheticals. we're on this earth right now. and maybe we get to write parts of our own story. but i think once the ink is on the paper there's no changing it. i don't beli...
Here now are six more sonnets I have composed recently. Reepham 1968
The beautiful stream where we played pooh-sticks,
An offshoot of the majestic Wensum.
Fifty years have gone, and the clock still ti...
There was a young hero,
He didn’t have a cape or flashy underwear,
Nor super human abilities,
But he fought through cold nights,
Smiles through hot tears,
Laughs through pain,
Walks through rain,
The cure to sadness I find is to feel the feeling
Cry, scream, breathe, find the moment
Keeping it in is not mature, manly or appealing
Your body is an emotional stove; easily broken.
Putting too much...
Who is truly a woman
who take whatever you give her
And makes it better:
A man gives her sperm
She gives him a child.
Give her a house
She makes it a home.
Give her ingredients
She was pink
Like the screams of her entrance to the world
Covered in magenta placenta of new life
Cradled in her mother's rosy complexion Soft gentle touches of 3 hearts combining
She was red
When I watched her enter this world...
Open her eyes and take her first breath.
I stood in awe so proud.
I thought at 26 years old I had felt everything.
But as I held her in my arms......
You smile as if there will always be a rainbow
You walk as if the road there will always be straight
Your eyes always believe the truth as if you never saw the fog of lies
Your face always embraces ha...
I am a mere sequence of words
uttered from my mother’s lips. Words of hope, -of anticipation told in a hush to the air in front of her. I am a child, swinging on the swings in front of my home,
It's hard some time
To keep irrationality at bay
To fight against the sensory onslaught of others proving the contrary to your internal desires
It's hard sometimes
To focus on the external requirement...
The roads that we take, that lead us nowhere fast,
Open our minds to the inevitable and help us relax.
Times may be hard, because nothing good can be easy;
Take a deep breath, don't get so queasy.
We meet again
You met me on a good Friday
Right when I opened my eyes
You met me at my bedside
You met me at the gym
And I wanted to ask you
What brought you by again
I’ve learned from you
That every ...
Are we the makers of Life? Does it make us?
The way Life seems to mold the steps we take.
Does it shape dreamers and risk takers?
Everything that the pad of our finger touches shakes our destiny with ...
Sometimes I wonder where I'm going
And never look at where I've been
During these times, no pride I'm showing
Because of the damage from back then
These days of struggle can hurt so much
Yet in my hea...