FLOATING THROUGH THE STORM

Written by The Reclining Gentleman and HastyWords I’m tired of swimming towards a destination Only to be told it’s in a different direction Floating only lasts so long before Hunger strikes and I must move on   My limbs tired, my lungs empty My eyes trace the infinite horizon Searching for an oasis of stable,…

RESURRECTED SPIRIT

Written by Alex Hicks and HastyWords The early morning fog was thick The clouds had turned to grey The storm ahead was coming fast I wondered if to stay.   Could I once again endure The relenting turmoil it would bring Or could I remain steadfast And seek safety here at last   The clouds…

I USED TO FLY TO DIFFERENT WORLDS

I’ve turned him into a poet!  Another duet with my great English friend!  Written by The Reclining Gentleman and HastyWords I used to fly to different worlds Painted by your magical words I felt beautiful there, happy And if I weren’t real, I would remain there I used to dream of different futures Populated by…

STAYING AFLOAT – by The Reclining Gentleman

I am reblogging this from one of my best WordPress friends:  It is beautiful!  Visit his site at: The Reclining Gentleman The ocean stretches beyond our vision We can no longer see where we started Its furthest reaches are invisible beyond the horizon We cannot fathom what may be ahead Unexpected Unseen We are vulnerable…

A CORINTHIANS KIND OF LOVE TILL THE END

At the same moment I was saying a mutual goodbye to my best friend this morning I received a text from “Froggie”.  About a week ago I wrote a post I dedicated to him and his family “A CORINTHIANS KIND OF LOVE”.  His text told me his father has passed away.  I am sad I…

ATTRACTED TO DISTRACTION

I have been trying to write this blog the last few days but I kept getting distracted.  I am convinced I am attracted to all forms of distraction.  I have a to do list that keeps getting longer, and goals that inevitably keep getting pushed further and further into the future.  In talking to my…

IF I HAD KNOWN

When I was young I cracked my crystal ball Broke a few mirrors, and set fire to my fortunes told Or I would have known to avoid you Since then I have tossed a few pennies down the stairwell Scared I would never be scared enough To avoid finding someone like you   Cascading thoughts…