Shadows caress me, rest me

On the dock by the bay

Where I stay and wait and rest my hands,

Sitting where you used to stand.

The best times were yours and mine

In the days of the dock by the bay

Where we used to stand and laugh and linger

I’m still sitting where you used to stand.

Wind whistles by me, hides me

From memories passing by me on ( Read more... )

     Alexander the Great lived in every sense as a king. From birth, his future expectation was to be king, and he was educated, treated and respected as such. The understanding that he was to be king must have created an even larger complex on him than Napoleon’s. Not only did he inherit the Macedonian Empire as a whole, he also inherited his ( Read more... )

This is a miniature philosophy that I put together, not encompassing everything I'd like to say, but it's sufficient for me. Enjoy if wish ( Read more... )

Anne had begun inquiring, over the past several years, as to why the sky turned perpetually blacker each day. Furthermore-not just in the winter-but in the summer it still held the same greasy mist that hazed the air, and still blocked a full inhale from satisfying the body. She was noticing her surroundings, as young girls do, and she saw that it ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: The characters in this sketch are in no way, shape or form fictional. These characters are all based on real people and the events described have all happened. That being said, the things you need to know: (1) The names of each character have not been changed from my earlier stories about these same people.(2) The Crew is a group of ( Read more... )

I done a terrible thing. A bloody thing, a diabolical thing…no one will ever forgive me…it too damn late to go back.

Started the night that I lost my job at the damn restaurant, the damn restaurant. Waiters loved me, boss hated me. He was a fat bloke; I didn’t very much care for him. He offed me, offed me, and that night I went to my favorite ( Read more... )

This was written for when one forgets where their hope is.

And the dark comes

Out the corners of the past,

Without a crack of hope conceivable...

Believable...

Too easily forgotten, though,

The light of yore.

Too easily shut closed is it

When it knocks at

The door that hides hope.

Forget not this

Lest time desist

And smiles wither in

Mists ( Read more... )

So I traveled to Cow Country this past week to group led a herd of first graders. Yes, I led. Let me repeat that again. I was a leader. Scary, huh? But don’t even think scary until you counsel first graders like these. The whining, complaining, moaning, eating, vomitting, farting, yelling, screaming, kicking, biting, piggy back rides and constant ( Read more... )

This is one fun view of the afterlife that I thought up one night. It was written to be filled with metaphors, so I'll leave it up to you to find where they are and up to your interpretation to figure what they mean. Hope you enjoy...

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The hotel on Heaven Street sat beneath a very rainy sky. Its golden shutters were sopping with the gutters ( Read more... )

To all women who are reading this, I have questions, and it’d be nice if you could answer these for yourself, or let me hear your opinions on this subject.

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Why do you see yourself in the middle of magazine pages? Seriously though, why do you see a reflection of your body on the glossy pages of corporate toilet paper. Why? It’s always amazed me ( Read more... )