scott-nitzberg
My early adult (twenty-something) years were spent in the pursuit of good times, good friends, personal growth and travel. I’m particularly proud of the many kind and sincere friends that I made. I worked many odd jobs during those years. I also served our armed forces as a gunners mate on an ammunition supply ship. Working on a ship is the poor mans way to see the world; and I got the opportunity to visit many places. After my stint in the Navy (’86-’90), I came back to live in Knoxville. / / I met the love of my life (Anita) in community college. She is a brilliant woman (somewhat conservative in nature) with an infectious smile and a gracious southern charm that matches her Mississippi upbringing. We married; I adopted her three children. I started working as an administrative assistant shortly after I got married. At this point in my life, Anita and I enjoy each other and watching the grandkids grow.
Lost,
in quiet reverie.
Lost,
in thoughts of you.
Lost,
the days of innocents,
before we knew the truth.
You promised it would change one day.
The spike no longer needed.
Entitled by the things you stole
Meth's fuzzy way of reason.
You stole from family, stole from friends
whoever you encountered.
To keep the poison in your veins
was all that ever mattered.
Though beatings, bullets, jail time
you never missed a beat.
Whenever she was singing
the needles call was sweet.
There is no moral to this tale
A families loss comes quickly
an officers knock upon the door
And final rights are given.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
I dream of the Sea, where the sun lightly shines; and the shores are kissed with the ruddle-and-hush of Sea's salty waves.
Above the flowered dune, the gulls squawk at the boy who is offering them bread.
There's a mischievous grin on his face, as he teases the gulls who swoop to meet his outstretched hands.
And I smile!
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Yes, I have scars.
They're part of who I am.
I didn't see them comming.
but earned them all the same.
They're not always appearent.
Some are hidden, some are not.
But trust me, "I still feel them"
with every passing storm.
The scars I have inside me
by far haunt me the worst.
They keep my heart from your heart
a cowards shield and curse.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC