well aren’t you a pretty little child said the devil to the boy let’s take a walk and play some games and I know just the toy I have one that flies and floats but I keep it in the woods come with me, it’s fine, you’ll see I really think you should what’s your name, the little boy asked and where’s this awesome toy patience now, the devil replied his heart overrun with with joy soon…
Considering how much time I’ve spent in the company of females I look forward to the day when I’m considered a subject matter expert and asked by men, what’s the secret? – Because there is no secret. You just step back and admire beautiful minds with relentless spirit and nurturing ways. Strong, caring souls whose antithesis is a heartless bitch. And even she is a thing of beauty. *** This is the eleventh poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge…
You’re born you’re raised and you begin to fry the layers of innocence and freedom singed straight through a city of skeletons driving kids to soccer practice in the safest Volvo money can buy but their skin begins to blister then blacken then break away and soon they’ll be just like you *** The liars become leaders Bond villains in control as skeletons sit in traffic hearing news that heaven wants us to do as we’re…
Falling in love is having a secret that only the two of you share An inside joke A smile across a crowded room Holding hands on a Ferris wheel Laughing about the whole affair *** This is the ninth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim
When I was a child I didn’t share the same dream of being a cowboy that my friends did. Which makes it surprising that lately, I wake up each morning and don chaps before coffee. The teenage heart is a wild mustang racing along the soft earth pushing itself to the limit willing to jump the canyon. Because it can. Last week at a grocery store the guy giving away free wine samples offered her one. He…
We are born as pure as we’ll ever be. Angels, really. Full of light. But as we grow into the real world, with its lure of fame and gold, we begin to accumulate the kind of darkness that suffocates light. Normal, they call it. Then, when we least expect it, we’re struck with epiphany a glimpse into what we should focus on— truth, kindness, and love. Haunted by this awakening we spend the rest of our lives peeling…
