She walked
upon
broken glass.

Apologetically
she sighed...
"I will never
walk upon
you
again".



written by me... ..

Her rose
was
my life's
thorn.

Once
appreciated,
insatiable
lust
was born.

Her bouquet
was then
craved
every evening
and morn.

Her rose
with me,
was never
forlorn.


written by me... ..

Sin is sin.
And,
you repent
your sin.

You don't
boast about
your sin
or
march
prideful
in your sin.

You don't
push your sin
in my
children and grandchildren's faces like it's normal when
it's not.

You only do
these things
if you
follow
satan.

So if I
see you
doing
these things?
I will know
and
understand
that you
follow satan.

Left wing
politics
are trying to destroy
this country.

These same
folks
"pridefully"
waving
rainbow flags
have never
waved an
American flag
their
entire lives.

As a
matter of fact.
They scream
to whoever
will listen,
that they
hate this country.

Don't like it?
Move!






written by me... ..

"Summer" is almost an aphrodisiac for most,
or so it seems.

Me?

I find it *****, sweaty and unclean.

You work
outdoors
for 8-12 hours
a day in
80°+ heat
like me.

Women joggers
running by
our job sites
and the men
I work with
all panting
in unison.

Me?
What do I do?

I say,
"what guys,
you think that
women don't
get this
'swamp ***'
too
that you folks
talk about"?

Summer is
*****.
Summer is
no
aphrodisiac
for me.

Keep your
nasty
smelly
sweaty ***
away from me.

Yuck.


written by me... ..

If you are
indeed
in touch
with life
and you need
a smile?

Stop.
Stop for
a moment
and genuinely
watch
a
squirrel run.

I
guarantee
a smile
will
envelop
your face.

All that
it takes is,
genuine
absorption.


written by me... ..

Before I leave for another day's work,
I click on the television.
'Tornado has ripped through a rural area last night in Oklahoma,
five people have been reported dead and countless others missing and injured' .
And then I turn the radio on, on my way into work...
'There were three reported gunned down outside of a restaurant in the quiet village of Eden' .
'Suicide bombers **** twenty outside a market in Iraq and ISIS has claimed responsibility ' .
These reporters, almost stone like talk about these deaths like it's normal,
and well.... I guess it is but why does it have to feel like it's normal?
Would you want anyone to talk about your end of life like it's just another day....
coldly, matter of factly while moving on to the next "news worthy" story?
Listen, it's already June.
I swear that I can still taste the bad fruit cake from Christmas.
And then I wonder....
where have these last 6 months gone so quickly?
I painfully have friend after friend, or so it seems almost weekly arriving at their end of life.
I cruised by 50 years old years ago,
and it seems like yesterday.
One half of a century old....
becoming a relic.
We all have an expiration date,
especially "relics",
I get that!!!
I just don't think it needs to be treated so "normally", sooo...' the sky will be blue tomorrow y'all '.
I certainly can't slow the hands of time, nor do I want to!
Not to mention...
the sands of the hour glass will continue to run'eth .
I understand now that time seems to be in cooperation with NASCAR,
and is now just racing on by.
That's when I think...
unfortunate, untimely ends of life are not normal,
and I just wish that human beings would stop treating them as such.
Most people do make an impact on many closest to them and others.
Just because you are ignorant to their impact does not merit their end of life to be treated and talked about soooo Golem like.
Lest we forget....one day soon will be your very own end of life too.
It's coming around the track at breakneck speed with a series of left hand turns....
and there's no "right way" around it.
Just remember...
"Normal" is never ever normal!!!



written by me... ..

I had a friend once...

It could be argued that she was my best.
The way she dropped all and everything for me,
oh....and that pouty look...
so much more genuine than the rest.

A connection and a bond that came so naturally.
The more we hung out,
friends forever, destined were her and me.

We would marvel at lightning shows or just people passing by.
Our fun was never manufactured,
it was something the word hard never had to try.

Never any pressure, just enjoyment of the fun that we had.
Regrets were zero, we weren't just a fad...
I wish we had more time ....
and for lack of,  I am certainly mad!

But....I had a friend once...yes back in the day...
She can not be replaced....

I was the horse....
and she was my hay...




written by me... ..