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Jeffery Massey, Sr. is an author who also writes under the pseudonym of “Poor Richard’s Son.” He is a native of Chicago, Illinois and a Viet Nam Era U.S. Air Force veteran. He holds a Master's in Special Education from Chicago's Saint Xavier University. Massey, a graduate of Dayton, Ohio’s Wright State University with a 2000 bachelor of arts degree in English-professional writing, is the author of the cross-genre, Sci-Fi speculative fiction novella “COLD BABY: As If Through A Glass and Darkly” written in the tradition of Raymond Chandler & Dashiell. Hammett’s Noir-driven, Hard-Boiled “Black Mask” writers. He is also a playwright who has authored the contemporary work “The Return of the Prodigal Child.” Mr. Massey has written more than 20 short stories. Mr. Massey has also been published on “Dark Planet” webzine as the author of PBS’s “Einstein Revealed” media review.
Jeffery Massey, Sr. is an author who also writes under the pseudonym of “Poor Richard’s Son.” He is a native of Chicago, Illinois and a Viet Nam Era U.S. Air Force veteran. He holds a Master's in Special Education from Chicago's Saint Xavier University. Massey, a graduate of Dayton, Ohio’s Wright State University with a 2000 bachelor of arts degree in English-professional writing, is the author of the cross-genre, Sci-Fi speculative fiction novella “COLD BABY: As If Through A Glass and Darkly” written in the tradition of Raymond Chandler & Dashiell. Hammett’s Noir-driven, Hard-Boiled “Black Mask” writers. He is also a playwright who has authored the contemporary work “The Return of the Prodigal Child.” Mr. Massey has written more than 20 short stories. Mr. Massey has also been published on “Dark Planet” webzine as the author of PBS’s “Einstein Revealed” media review.
  Mar 12  Jeffery Massey
Nathan
Nathan
Mar 10

I want back what I have lost.
To be whole once more,
To find the piece that fits.
I can't feel much;
But what I can,
Is just enough
To get up again.
The hope that tomorrow,
I'll find someone new,
To help me place the pieces;
To show me love again

#love   #broken   #hope   #lovelost  
  Mar 12  Jeffery Massey
Got Guanxi

Hello pearl,
quartz thoughts,
beautiful girl.
Are you my whole entire world?
In tiny palm fist,
amethysts of magic tricks,
&
envy green in sentiment;
Plenty of men felt your eminence,
In sparkled emeralds,
cut precisely into these grooves,
to take a walk in my shoes,
you lose crazy diamond
you lose.
Some days so mundane,
I'll come after you Monday,
some say it's a Tuesday, Ruby,
but I can see through them like transparent jade,
your gaze shines opaque,
still lost in the landscape.
You shook me like a handshake,
revealed like aftermaths of earthquakes,
just another precious mineral,
worthless
girl,
subjective to the pearl,
subliminal to the world,

  Feb 23  Jeffery Massey
Arlina H

I thought i was the only flower in your garden
I thought i was the only leaf on your tree.
I thought i was the only drop in your ocean
And i thought, you needed me.





                                                        ­                                       -A.H

© copyright
#love   #poem   #pain  

WITNESS ME by Jeffery Massey 2016

I see you when u touch me so
Like the beat of a hummingbirds wing.
I Soften as  your burning gaze sets fire to my ❤,
As my soul so lightly trembles
Awash in your flowery fragrance
Drifting lightly ever so tender your rose petal hair;
Your Truth I hear, Your Voice so near
Shimmering Wind Chimes within my secret desire
Lost so long hiding the treasure within me you seek...
I see your piercing reality throughout time's arrow...
WITNESS me as your love see me too...

#son   #poor   #richards   #jeffery   #candice   #hardin   #massey  

The  roughness signifies my pain
my struggle my Grind in this life.
One way or another I continue to climb.  
The proverbial  ladder of life!
Isn't  it amazing how our bodies can
physically  reflect our pain and Internal  wellness.
My knits and Cuts, scrapes and burns
reminds me of what I've overcome and
how far I still need to go
I take my time though and treat myself well
and learn to be gentle
cus life has a way of reflecting pain and happiness.
All u have to do is look closely.
The signs are right in your hands.

#jeffery   #candice   #hardin   #massey  
Jeffery Massey
Oct 3, 2013

SMILE by Elizabeth June


Sunshine beaming on my lidsstreaming through my blindsdreaming of a time in our mindswhen we could see clearlywhen we could hear yearlythe auld-lang-syne of happy timesresolutions new solutions to oldproblems of race, religion, creedproblems we face, admonition, greedwhen we could feel dearlythe cal-a-mine lotion soothing the poison ivy of hate to make a happy, though persecuted, person smile

SMILE BY ELIZABETH JUNE copywrite 03/2013
Jeffery Massey
Oct 3, 2013

SURELY A REFLECTIVE TRUTH

By Poor Richard’s Son © September 2013

How certain-there appeared whispered pronouncements which proclaimed the utter emptiness of his lonely state.  Such a place where he dwelled, propped upright by an inherent absence of self-knowledge that fleetingly explained and defined his reality.  A whispering reality, it seemed, that cried out to the god of raw truths regarding bitter human nature and yet, a sublime presence presented by all he would ever encounter.

An unsettling serenity tasted of a sweet and sour paradox of which he was possessed, captured by the strangely beatific attraction that lay deep within all things grotesque.   Astonishingly, flotillas of startling enigma had emerged from within his memories of youth. They came, flowing with the bitter tide of unfulfilled promise.  For always there existed a rather twisted reality. And that was all he really had; a sojourn through the veil of an eternal gratitude which had not served him very well at all.



Thus, he quietly peered thru the windows of his pristine prison-once more reaching without reason for yet another promise unfulfilled.  There, he stoically stood as a monument to reaching after the unreachable, standing there, halfway through this trial by fire-on his way toward a collision course with failure perhaps, vetted to try once more to survive this proving ground of academic acceptance.

His participation was a living testament to the folly which only the fool would ever really know.  Yes, he knew all too well the absolute denial of his ongoing failure to thrive, a failure fueled by the utter blindness that befalls those with the purest of faith.  A faith that one fine day his ship would finally roll into the bay;  success would surely be within his grasp at last .


So passionately he watched the desolate streets outside the college, through the immaculate window like a tiger in the rain, knowing the thunder and lightning he can’t explain…can never contain…could never retain.

 
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