History may not repeat itself, however, it does often rhyme.
We must confine
Free speech’s lifeline
Quest for answers
Truth and lies intertwine
In vino veritas
There’s truth in wine
sometimes I cry violence
I remember my adolescence,
the quintessence of acquiescence,
accuse my essence,
excuse my evanescence -
I soar like a luminescent goose,
with sled screws bruising the head of moonlit spruce,
drinking like a noose on my neck wrapped loose,
in addiction and substance abuse,
pour a little something extra in juniper juice,
commute from a roof butte through a chute,
covered in soot, owl hoots and arm tattoos -
of cruise missile and kangaroos,
I break roos out of zoos with clues and coups,
the bamboo canoe bombs better diffuse
BART stands for Bay Area Rapid Transit
2019 came back to me in a Snapchat memory. It reeked like BART on a Friday night, all vomit and trash and grimace. We’re all going somewhere important; next year, they’ll tell us to stay home and drown in liquor. Before the pandemic, I counted down the minutes until my train was coming. But it only took us away from each other. I don’t reminisce often. But I can still smell the vomit. I can see her walking away, after telling me a secret. BART continued on. In 2020, it was forbidden, a vice to want movement. Who carries us?
Genesis 4:7 - Pride & Jealousy (Bible Journal)
"You will be accepted if you do what is right. But if you refuse to do what is right, then watch out! Sin is crouching at the door, eager to control you. But you must subdue it and be its master (Genesis 4:7 NLT)."
The story of Cain is a prime example of the dangers of pride. Instead of improving his own work, Cain killed his brother out of jealousy. I may not be killing those I am jealous of, but comparing myself to them and being envious of how ahead of me they seem to be is a sure fire recipe for failure. My energy is better spent working on my own craft, and not only learning from those that have been successful, but supporting and cheering them on too. Lord, please forgive me for the times that I give in to jealousy. Please help me to focus on my own journey, and dedicate it to you. The next time jealous feelings kick in, please help me to redirect those feelings to praise and genuine support, and please help me to learn from the amazing examples you expose me to. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.
It Has Finally Happened
For over 55 years, I have delved, looked into, wondered and written about many things. From a birth to death, from love to hate, sadness to joy, and all points that intersect.
I have written so much, offered up advice to other writer's on how to publish, how to better their own writing, while all during this time, I kept my own writing, so to speak in the background, and for the longest time, unwilling to put myself out there for the world to see, other than here on Prose.
Today, that all comes to a screeching halt.
I have now officially put one of my collections of poetry on a website that distributes to several store fronts for sale. Scattered Thoughts, although it isn't the same Scattered Thoughts I am doing here (I have three Scattered Thoughts collections, hopefully that will take care of any confusion).
I have to give kudo's to a couple people, one being TW, for telling me about D2D (Draft to Digital). The site is easy to navigate and my collection, withiin less than 24 hours was listed with five store fronts. And will more than likely have more added by days end, and the days ahead.
Two others, Voidkin_Killer (who did the design cover for all the Scattered Thoughts and EstherFlowers1 for her contribution ... I couldn't have done this without your help.
So now, it's official, after probably writing a billion or more words in my lifetime (that's just a guess, don't take me literally), I can now say I am a published author.
Over the course of the next three months, I will put up the remaining Scattered Thoughts, as well as a collection of short stories and the first book of my Evil Series. From there it will vary as to what I will submit and when.
It's a good feeling and now comes my shameless plug.
If you like what I write, then I am sure you will like what is in this collection. It's only $2.99. This is the link and right now you have several options with whch store front to purchase from. That can all be found here: https://books2read.com/u/bpzXMk
So I say to all of you writer's and poet's, if you have ever had the thought to make a dream you have come true, this is one of those times when you can finally crosss that threshold and make it a reality. This link can change your life, or at least get you started in the direction you have privately thought about. https://www.draft2digital.com/
And while writing this two more store fronts have been added.
Life suddenly became better.
always so many thoughts underneath this skin
so many outlines of possibilities and scratching notions
loud matter and worried tones,
this unheard music always played on repeat
spell it with me
There shall be no mornings...
not a single stroke of light
where your lips
No more daybreak...
a miniscule reflection
where your smile
You give me
If you don't
draw me close...
I need you.
Still my night never sleeps.
It is covered with
a desire that
I drown with
yet my lungs
are as dry
as a desert
For my hunger
cannot be satisfied.
Can I kiss your breast
Drown my worries
to cry no more.
I digest the tip
of your delicate
That I shall thirst no
all I need
to be whom
I need to be.
I love you...
It's the feeling you bring
The butterflies in my stomach
The high in my head
The tingles in my heart
It's the feeling I've heard my friends describe but never felt
And now I do
And it's not you I don't want to lose
It's the feeling.
He went down in flames
For she controlled the fire
Burning in his veins