Dedicated to my Mother; Jeanetta (Jan) Durden.
Fourteen years ago Abba Father called you home......
When the celebrations of Striking thunder sounds, Faces of hatred and anger Reflected...
Time and Place are put fragments of mind
The breathe of cool wind, a ghost from behind
and...
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The star of morning peering Through the thin pine trees A glimpse, a glimpse is all I see...
A Reflection of my self I see in my younger self Mirror mirror on the wall reflecting images of my...
There were always those homeless guys you would see drifting around town from time to time. You’d usually...
You have lost your sense of wonder, Ceased to strive for the very best. Gave up what you had...
The World is ours.
It waits for the taking.
It’s in our powers.
By the contribution...
I`m still trying to figure out, How I went so wrong, I've apologized so many times, I'...
WISHES Sometimes I wish I was Fish To swim and swim, and swish and swish
Sometimes I...
Nostalgic feelings about this memorable ground.
Neighbor’s voices were a welcome...
Wears like an old cotton shirt.
Pleasure to feel no resentment.
Not dwelling on old...
Relaxing in my happy place.
Refuge from life’s hectic pace.
Cold beer lingers on my breath...
There’s artistry within.
We all have it.
Some can’t find it.
Others don’t want to...
A Tuesday night in autumn;
seventh grade boys await kick-off.
Their excitement grows with...
The whistle blows from the evening train.
It holds up traffic while it hauls its load.
I...
I used to feel the overwhelming feeling of home.
The feeling you get from a place...
