Monthly archives: July, 2016

I have written a novel to try to bring this to the attention of westerners.

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I’m not as smart as

I’m not as smart as I once thought it has been shown to me on this day when standing by a tree, one of those I believed beneath my intellect, physical strength, and splendor, with a voice as sweet as nectar from a peach sang with lyrics I understood were good, even though I found…



Breath

I saw him there on his hospital bed almost dead. Squirming in pain and unable to speak, his breathe whistled through his teeth that bit through his lip and gave a view of something I’d never do to take my mind off of the terrible pain. I watched as his chest rose and fell like…



Creation

My muse, who chooses to provide me with grand ideas, of how to build and create pieces of art with lips that never lie. She shows me how to make them pleasing to every eye. In my mind, I see beautiful images of paintings, statuaries, and other art I have created because she fills my…



Snowden



Nonsense

I write every day and if what I have to say, doesn’t have sagacity, it’s okay, it doesn’t have to stay. I have a fixation with association when without hesitation I put pen to paper and compose a story with a goal and don’t want to lose control. That’s what I try to do, but…



Yesterday

Days gone by are many more than the ones I have left in my life, but memories of just what happened and what pleasures were mine in those yesterdays fade against what I’ll do with the days ahead, though I won’t wed even if the moon is overhead. Things are going to be great and…



Politicians

Politicians When a politician says, “Lend me your ear,” on radio or TV, what he’s going to say is “There’s no other way, but to be bold and throw the old way away, so “Listen to my lies, disguised as promises I’ll make to you, but when you sleep I’ll never keep, because I know…



Why Am I Still Here

I’m still alive and didn’t know why until the day she said with skill “The reason you’re still here, “is for me to see old age isn’t so cruel after all.” I didn’t understand until my young lovely, lady, friend whispered words into in my ear that I could comprehend, “To see a man as…



Going for a ride

We take our bikes out where there are no cars and the right to ride a long way is ours without worrying about getting hit by a driver who would ask who we think we are to ride on a road made for cars. But there’s danger here we didn’t know as we rode down…