Monday, January 15, 2018

Full Circle

I sit here riddled with guilt,
not for anything that I have done wrong
but for wandering into a room
that I all to well know
every nook and cranny of.

I know every line of uncaught paint,
every beam that holds it together.
I know every hole in which a picture has graced,
every outline that was left when taken down.

Steps taken forward
falters backwards
steps taken away
always finds themselves in full circle.

An empty room full of old memories
come back to life with the reminder
of something long ago passed.
Something that had never really gone away,
stuck in a crevice at best.

The center of my mind has gone astray
there are memories that never really go away.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Never expect a positive reaction 
 from a negative action!  

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

It is not like I want to be hated,
I just don't have to be loved! 

Who is politically correct?

What is considered politically correct? What is not politically correct? The question is not so easily answered because it depends on the side that you are fighting for. You can be politically correct but the other side will still call you a snowflake or tell you that you want a handout. The problem is there is such a division between everyone that no one wants to understand the opposing side of politics. The spectrum has grown so far apart that no one wants to work together for the greater good. You are either completely wrong or completely right depending on who you talk to. In reality most of us would rather not be labeled one or the other because we do not wholeheartedly agree to the fullest with either side. 

With that said let’s talk about something that affects us all even though we will still fight over it because let’s face it, we just have to argue or we may look like we are agreeing with the opposing side. We have come to believe that we are not good enough to fight for what is right and what is not right in the work place. We work hard and strive to do well but we seem to have forgotten that we are just as important as the people who sit behind a desk. We hear the same things over and over, work hard, and make those quotas so the boss will be happy and proud of their workers. We have this notion that they really care about us and that our hard work for them will mean a brighter future for us. This is not true in most cases and it will never be true as long as we kill ourselves so they can make THEIR dreams come true. The notion that we will ever mean anything is just that, a notion! 

We now want to believe that big corporations will spread the wealth with more tax breaks; once again this is just another notion that will not play out the way that we may hope. Trickle down has been done before and guess what? It does not work! These corporations are already counting their pay raises as their workers are still working for low wages and only enough hours to barely get by. The normal worker has to work more than one job just to stay afloat. Less hours and more workers for businesses, this way it looks like the unemployment is down and these very same people will once again get another tax break for working more people. It is a win win for everyone but the biggest part of the American people! You have people begging for hours but the big dogs are hiring more people while taking more of those hours away. 

Meanwhile somewhere in between we have homeless people which includes a vast amount of vets freezing to death in our streets. Where is all of this wealth being spread exactly? We have so many talks going on about helping the rich but we cannot set laws for single parents that are struggling while the absent parents are living it up. We cannot set laws on the books prevents nothing less than fraud, taking money for working workers but leaving out that they are lucky to make twenty five hours a week. We do not have the funds to have community centers all over the United States for at risk teens that do not have a safe home or even food waiting for them once they get out of school. We would rather take what very little these children have away from them because a bike or skates may bother an uptight citizen while they watch their televisions; well we all know what becomes of idle hands. 

We have a drug epidemic that is killing thousands and thousands of human’s everyday but we are worried about saving the grace of the rich and mighty. We would rather be politically correct than to step up to the plate and take a swing against the blatant corruption that is unfolding right in front of us every day. We would like to blame the last guy for the issues we have now, once the new guy is the old guy we will go through this cycle once again. I am going to sit back and see just how far this trickle will spread, how many valleys it will help and how far up into the hills will it climb. I however will not hold my breath as I wait for the results to come in. 

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Wishful Wishes

I wish the clouds would clear
and the sky would part
I want to scream in anguish
before the last of me falls apart

I wish the clouds would clear
and the sky would part
I want to tell you that it was no bother
speak from the bottom of your heart for eternity

I wish the clouds would clear
and the sky would part
I want you to open your eyes
and see all of us that wanted you to stay

I wish the clouds would clear
and the sky would part
I want to know what the breaking point was
and comfort you through your tears

I wish the clouds would clear
and the sky would part
I want to know that you are okay
even if we are not

I wish for these things
that can never be
I hope when my time comes
your face is one of the first that I see!

Wednesday, November 15, 2017


Reality can sometimes be so unsettling,
the best of us can walk away.
Lost in a world that they can no longer stay,
grief-stricken so deeply that those closest can not even see.

Left here to grieve,
not understanding how such a smile
can forever be erased.
Left to ask yourself,
was there anything that could have been done
knowing down deep that this was game over.

Looking out the window
the sun is not in site
there is a battle between good and bad
that we are not a part of

Recalling memories
laughs and hey, how is your day
keep playing circles in your mind
thoughts are so deep that you can hear them
in the voice that they portray

Wishing that time could go back
but knowing for one it was at a standstill.
Wishing the grief was not so raw
knowing it will be around for the long haul.

Begging for this nightmare to come to an end
knowing that is just a dream that can be hoped for
nothing can bring back what has been lost
nothing can ease the pain of losing such a man.

Dropping to your knees
praying that God is really a forgiving God
Hoping that he knows
that the man who left,
was not the man who for so long stayed!


Tuesday, October 24, 2017


Chasing ghosts among the lost!
granting sanction,
that only I bear upon my shoulders!

Retrieving an image,
that once was only an ambition!
Picking myself up,
only to fall again!

Looking at a silhouette
dimmed by a fogged mirror.
Touching a face with the trickle of a hand,
that was lost to the beholder.

Gracefully walking backwards,
fearing the patches will come unbound.
Keeping the mind busy,
in fear it will find insanity once again.

Running away from the quicksand,
that takes all as its own.
Holding on to a limb,
that the storm has shredded in its fiery.

Determined to stay strong,
where all is lost among the weak!
Reality sparks a glimmer of thought,
upon the ghost, all is not lost!