How many times
Have you driven by
A cross on the side of the road?
How many times
Have you wondered why
God had to take their life?
How many times
Have you thought of their stories?
Of who they left in mourning?
Have you ever wondered
Where they were going?
Have you ever wondered
What they thought of
In their last moment?
Were they lonely?
Were they loved?
Are they down below or up above?
Have you ever noticed?
Those flowers beside the cross?
Have you ever noticed
How many broken hopes and dreams
Are nestled in those leaves?
How many times
Has it ever crossed your mind-
That worn-out cross
And shriveling rose
Could be resting there for you.
We were just boys. Trekking into the dense wood, we hadn't a care in the world. The rain began to fall. Softly at first. Our youthful tongues reached out and caught the delicate drops. The rain fell harder - so hard it began to tear at our skin. The air became still. The sounds of the forest ceased. All was crystallized. Then Hell struck. Out of the sky, a brilliant bolt of lightning hit the tall elm to the right of us. We all cowered in terror, knowing full well we needed to take cover, but there was none to be found. The sound was unbearable. Trees exploded to the right and left of us, all accompanied with a ghostly white that enveloped everything around it. I could hear Paul crying and I ran over to him. I grabbed him by the shoulder so that we could take cover next to a large boulder. We'd almost reached it when we were hit. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes I felt a pain my young life had never experienced. My shoes flew free as I was forced into a massive tree trunk. My ears were ringing and dripping with blood. I hurt everywhere. Dazed, I ran over to Paul. He was on the ground. He was convulsing and vomiting. Not a regular vomit. His insides were escaping from his mouth. Blackened whole pieces of lung flowed forth, steaming in the rain. He became still and his skin turned a bluish hue. It didn't even cross my mind that he would die. I was only fourteen.
I do not dream,
Across the Saltstraumen Maelstrom,
And through Orion's Gates
I seek tribute and treasures,
Yet only those few things
That enrich my soul
Do I ever take.
I ford rivers
And cross streams,
I climb chambered walls
In search of my prize.
I weary deserts,
And explore valleys
Yet unseen by
I hunger for what has
Not been forged.
I fight battles
That should be won.
I dare the struggle
Of the unknown,
And an adventure we
Have yet begun.
Still, your lack of vision
Holds you back,
When you ought,
In your strength,
Your fear of the unknown
Keeps you bound
In chains no mere man
Can tear down.
I do not dream,
Into that which I
Do not know.
For man needs to
Shake loose his chains,
Or he will never grow.
Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler
"The doors we open and close each day decide
the lives we live."
An empty battlefield lies before me,
Still as the dead sea.
In full armor, you stand unmoving,
Straight across from me.
Look at this bloodbath you’ve created.
Do you see the puddles of red?
I stare at all these teardrops
That formed from words you said.
I’m slouching from exhaustion.
You look tired, as well,
And staring at this dark red sky
Feels like my own hell.
We both know the fight was over
Before we even had the chance to start.
And yet, the ground is covered in red,
As are the remnants of my heart.
Please don’t try to cross this field.
Leave everything where it is now.
I’d rather walk away from this mess
Than try to fix it, somehow…
I’ll never look in your eyes again.
They are too green and blue to see.
Looking around at this red disaster,
You’ve become a monster to me.
The sway and pull of this madness
a dance too vibrantly bade
I pause in the still framed freeze
to remake my own steps in a dream.
My voice grows soft as I call you
Wondering. Was it all a waste?
the lantern was lit and I cannot quit
I've journeyed too far ahead.
Why do I want to cry for you?
Why do I feel like I've lost?
The most precious gift that has guided you
is derailed and left at the cross.
All I can say as I pray
the most gentle of whispers in day
I've never wanted you more.
We are parted here after, evermore.
Soft pads glide over silky pale flesh
Deep pools of ocean green become darker with passion
Every touch brings the storm closer to the couple
The raven haired God like man looks over every millimeter
Her face flushes at the feelings building inside
Her black waist corsette pushes her ivory globes teasingly near
the point of spilling forth
Dark red tendrils lift off delicate cheek bones tickling her face
Her belly flutters as tiny goose bumps raise against her arms
The soft padded fingers begin to explore this creature who has walked
right into his trap.
Long lashes lift revealing startling violet eyes
His breath catches harshly
He does not seem to realize he is under her spell as she remains in his trap
Julia's body is burning as Allen's fingers and hands weave an inferno built only by his touch
Her body responds as she feels the moisture begin to gather between her sweet petals
Trying not to move lest she give away the affect he has upon her
Allen watches her eyes noting how they seem to change to grey
His thumb slides across the bud covered by material yet
It cannot hide the obvious desire as the tender flesh hardens and a soft mewl escapes pouty lips
Julia begins to blush as her body betrays her mind
Allen chuckles at her discomfort
His hands and fingers seem to set her on fire every place they touch
She feels his knee prod gently at the apex of her thighs.
Moving slightly his knee grinds against the promise land
Flames fall back as her head follows suit
Sweet moans reach his ears inciting his passion more
Her hips move against his thigh trying to increase the friction
Allen rips the cumbersome corsette and shirt free allowing cool air
to kiss her flesh where his tongue wishes to follow
Pressure builds within the lust filled redhead, she digs nails into his shirt
pulling him closer.
Allen's tongue swirls around first one then the other swollen bud
Dragging his teeth hard over the delicate flesh
Julia cries out as desire spins out of control.
Allen begins pulling the nipple into his feverish mouth suckling
Then biting as fingers pinch and pull the other
Julia grinds down hard on His thigh not paying attention to the moisture that stains his pants
She stiffens when she feels his hand pull her dress up allowing his fingers
to slide through her dew laden petals
The smell of need permeates the air
As his mouth continues to suckle then bite his fingers slam deep inside her
silky soaked lips
Julia's legs quiver when his fingers fill her well it is almost her undoing her screams of pleasure fill the air
Allen brings her to the edge filling her deep with long fingers
Releasing her nipple he begins to kiss and nip her neck fingers coated in honey slow down
Julia growls in frustration and he bites her neck hard just as fingers pinch her clitoris
She holds her breath panting as the inferno increases hotter
Both are sweating now as she begs him to allow her to fly
Allen chuckles whispering "not yet Lil vixen"
She grinds down on his fingers trying to take what she wants
He is wise to her movements stopping abruptly until she realizes he
won't continue unless she stops
Suddenly out of nowhere she is turned over his lap where he brings his hand down ten times fast and hard cross her ass
His knee lined up so each swat digs into her wetness
Crying out she bites her lip willing herself to not release
He pushes her to the ground and starts biting the tender buds while pulling and twisting that hardened flesh that has swelled past it's hood
Pace becomes faster as he growls in her ear to fuck his fingers
She does so with wild abandon
His teeth bite down hard on her neck licking the area he bites
His fingers curve up as she grinds
Allen growls out NOW as his mouth finds her lips
Crushing them to his, catching her screams of pleasure
Her well explodes in spasms gripping his fingers hard enough to break
Julia quivers all over from the massive release, blushing as she remembers
her response to all he did
Allen drags His well manicured nails across her blistered half moons
Hearing her moan loudly, knowing he could send her spiraling just by spanking her once more.
Julia ducks under fiery curls trying to escape his scrutiny
Allen knows what she is up to and pulls the silky curls away
Lifting his soaked hand from between gorgeous thighs
Placing fingers between their lips kissing sand licking her juices off
The taste on his lips brings a feeling of decadence through Julia
They will meet again Allen said
Julia watched as he left her there hearing a car start
Now nothing but silence and the smell from her traitorous body
Whispering to the darkness
"Please return to me soon"
Written by: Jennifer Humphrey
May 23, 2013
I recall when I use to write about pain..
Some much pain on the page it was like the sheet was blood stain...
I offered complained...
About how daddy was slain..
He went from the hustle to the grave..
Angry, towards God I had rage..
But sins have a wage..
So his death was the cost of choices he made..
I learned life was full of cross roads make a decision..
Cause its a thin line between the dead and the living...
Its a thin line between freedom and prison..
A thin line between heartbreaks and a joy that's endless..
I had to choose Christ..
But I had to lose my life..
I wanted a son so bad I lost my sight..
Billie jean the kid wasn't my child so I lost my wife..
I had to pick Christ..
But I had to switch my life..
Became frequent with women my mind wasn't right..
I felt more darkness than light..
So I prayed and what a needed was granted..
A woman of God..
Amazed by his define planning..
Cause when I was on island stranded and in a hole deepen than the core of the planet..
God stuck his hand it..
Cause he had a vision..
Amongst all the women..
Amongst all my sinning..
He wanted me to be representing.
He did it for David,
He did it for Paul,
He did it for me..
He did it for Abram..
Pain is the proof and the truth is that God is able..
There's a seat for everyone at his table..
The lame, the blind, the wreck less with crime
He will take you with all your dirt and grime..
He will purify you with fire and give you a shine.
He a heavenly redeemer..
A reality maker of dreamers..
A use to God never..
But the true living God previously now and forever...
To return to the past…a wish of a dying man.
Forever trapped by a love lost.
To turn back the hands of time is worth more than gold...
More precious than gems...
Trying to not looking down that path as best he can,
wishing, hoping, wanting, “at any cost!”
He shouts to the wind as his body grows old
and weary. He closes his eyes to not open again
His ears they hear…
“Love…Oh my Love…Come back to me, my Love…”
These words will one day cross him and what he shall not do
is not hold her until the sunsets and the moon rises.
He won’t not kiss her lips as if they would disappear before him…
He won’t not love her until the end of time…
and when that time is placed before him…
He won’t not give all of his gold and gems…
to receive that time again.
is a talisman we
carry with us when
we lack control
we 'touch wood' to
prevent the fall
of our skies.
look down, lest we
break our mother's backs
"Please God, don't let us
we "don't worry" as
if it does
halt the thoughts
just like swearing on
Zombie dreams and zombie scenes
Why do the zombies come after me?
No matter where I run, no matter where I hide
The zombies always come and eat me alive.
Axes, bats and crowbars, knives, guns and cross
No nation nor religion can stop the pain and loss.
For when zombies eat your friends, your friends will eat you too.
Unless you're lucky and survive.
Then what will you do?