I received this email last Friday and wanted to share what my friend wrote. It reminds me of C.S. Lewis’s THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS, which is among my favorite written work. As my friend was in Texas enduring Harvey’s violence I was sitting here in Oklahoma wishing I could help somehow. Other than writing a few…
You are a clear and constant flickering of light Inside a galaxy made up of a billion other stars Yet you speak louder and shine much brighter Than all the suns that fight this celestial crowd I can feel your warmth penetrate the expanse Through celestial blizzards of cold darkness Just to be in…
I see my future Inside your eyes A predictable universe spinning Prying, preaching, reaching Narrow vision tunneling towards The very center of my core Pulling me from this black hole Into a world full of sparkling stars Inking hopeful fantasies Into detailed maps Where destinations Are drawn and colored My new reality Reflecting back at…
I had so many Simple dreams Like rivers Flowing endless Through my veins I had no reason To believe in them Or to deconstruct Their every seam But I caved Into a senseless Desperate yearning These ambitions Were much more Than imagining So indulgent Where these desires I’d dwell on them On every daydream In…
I don’t like the way the wind Has been shaking this house Empty and cold a place I constructed a life time ago The creaking Once a lullaby Now sounds like screams I can’t sleep I can’t think It’s the house telling me To get out, go away, move on And some days I just…
Written for a friend of mine. May your wife rest in peace. This city full of life Grew much quieter The day you left You were my wife My sole proprietor Now I am bereft Left to wander Day to day to day As months pass I sit here alone Each day I squander With…
Every part of me yearns to feel Breath laced with brazen fire Eyes like piercing swords of steel Staking claim to my every desire Danger lights ahead flash red As I give away my eager kisses Tight curves wind unrestricted Touching all abandoned senses Heated hands find their calling Resurrecting my damaged heart All caution…
YOU I wish that I were an artist, then I could create with more than just words, a portrait of you. I would use blues and golds and rose hues. I would blend soft brown, amber and gold to make the color of your eyes come alive. I would then take the color of honey,…
For most of my life, I have had a skewed version of what love is. My relationship with love is complicated, at times, torturous. It would be simple to say I fall in love easily; I wear my heart on my sleeve and believe in the good of all people. But as I said, my…
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