A Life of Blessing


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A life of Blessing?


She pondered, as she sat there

Watching the news

Tired of their narrative

their false truths


Listening to the young person

Who feels oppressed?

Living off of their emotions

Of their perspective abuse


The trampling and dumbing down  of freedoms

They don’t understand

For the true sacrifice given

Yet, she only hears the temper tantrums instead


Yet. . . . . . .

A hope still glimmers

Along with life and liberty

Not sure why many are so blind


Perhaps they need

To embrace a different country

For proper comparison and truth

That they live


A life of Blessing indeed







Because we’re Friends


Oh what joy

As our adventure awaits

Not because of the weather

Or the day


Not because of your parents

Or if your wearing name brands

It is simply sharing this moment with you

Because we’re friends


The Ticks and The Tocks


Artist Unknown

Every now and then

I stop myself and ponder

Of my priorities and doings

And I wonder


Am I where I want to be?

Have I done all that I should?

Or am I, a wannabe?

Just doing what I could?


I will never grasp the Golden ring

By sitting and wishing

For a thing

Or so I contemplate


But let me not be

One who almost made it

Yet one, who overcame

And yes, rose above the doubts


For no matter how hard

You run, or walk

You will have to face

The Ticks and the Tocks





Diamonds in the Rough

Felt a strong need to repost.



I got my fill of news today

Nothing good anyway

Oh, What’s this thing called life for

When everyone seems to be shutting the door

On you

Just trying to keep your head up

above all the mess of

the garbage of what everyone is trying to feed you

Make you keep searching for a lost truth


So tell me

When did we stop being kind and lending a hand

When did my neighbor become my enemy, not my friend

The way I see it

Is we’re all Diamonds in the Rough

Because we all have a story

And we all got a past

But all we can do now

is put one foot in front of the other

And hope for the best

I don’t want this world to change me

So I’m going to walk a different kind of path

My journey may be a little lonesome

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The New Face of Hate

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Here I sit, pondering the words I just read

Another poor souls contempt

Over another man’s actions

All of it prompted by



What happened to the days of my youth

when you respected your elders

Or agreed to disagree, and yet still shake hands?

Guess, we had more common sense then

Now, there is only hate


And this hate

Is viciously cruel

It laughs in its mocking tone

No sin does it forget

No second chances allowed


Unless, it pertains to them


They claim to care about everything

Compassion overflowing

Goodness to the last drop

But speak the truth to them

And, you are their next target


How dare we stand up?

Or debate their reason?

Oh, we are just fools then.

Better to be dead and silent

Then alive and have a different perspective


How do you reach one of these?

When they don’t even see.

There is a difference between

Disagreeing and hate

Love (is the answer)


A word they state to know

Use it abundantly in their causes

Express it in their clothes

Their culture

But what about their hearts?


Has love become so degraded

That hate is preferred?

Or did some evil pervert it

And call it bad?

Good question.


I still believe

Kindness and respect

Are two wise companions

To have and give



I guess call me old fashioned

I prefer it way more better

Than your political correctness dictates

I will not be the harbinger of



But I will be a watcher

Over those who do

And steward the love I have

And help it grow.


For it is much needed.







Transformation and Adventure


It’s been awhile, my fellow poets, hello to you dreamers! I’ve missed you my tribe, who love words. I’ve been busy, and preoccupied of late, with everything , but writing. Just has not been easy, and that is what we call life.

To say your opinions and likes do not matter, they do. So please keep them coming.

But our lives, well, the path ahead is not always clear, and I carried many burdens which were not mine, for too long. So, a much needed rest and fun were prescribed. And I do like to be a good patient, and follow most orders that are good for me. So off on an adventure I took.

I went no further, than Nashville, TN to the first ever Game of Thrones convention, The Con of Thrones!!! I had a blast to be honest, but all that walking (12 miles) in three days, was more than a workout than I wanted. I’ll be happy to share my pics, if you ask.

The cosplay was awesome, and meeting the actors and actresses was a delight. Truly it was. Each one was very nice, and all around, wonderful human beings. We the fans, well we were appreciative, tired, and at times, a bit rowdy.

I made some friends, made some memories, and thankfully, did not go broke. But I do have my eye on a sword or two. Now, it’s back to reality, even though the series is on, the other skills I posses that help pay the bills, have been in full demand.

Welcome to the salaried world!

However, I am truly grateful for my job, never a dull moment, and I have the best boss I’ve ever had. Temperatures and the humidity has been high,  as are many tempers (go figure). Kids are heading back to school, college football season is near, which means. . . my favorite season will be here too.

I can sense it now. Pumpkin spice latte’s, funnel cakes, hoodie sweatshirts, bonfires, and Mom’s homemade chili. Who needs the universe, when heaven is so close to your back door? hmmm?

Hope your summer has been full of fun times as well and I appreciate your patience.

Keep Shining Diamonds!




Where I was Found


In the beginning. . . . . .


There is always a beginning, and an end

But often

We do not know

Which is which


I can only tell you

That of the truth I know

For me

It was in a dark place


Ashes and dust

The earth held me firm

Then heat and fire

Did cause me to find


Through  adversity

And Pain

My aim was much higher

And hungered for a larger space


But it was strong

Yet gentle hands

That found and lifted me

From the darkness of my mind


Sheltered me

Gave me truth

My name and calling

Thus removing my disgrace


And that. . . . .in the humblest of places

is where I was found

My purpose and destiny

Now entwined

my secret place



It was not  a place of wealth,

Nor a place of poverty

but simply a space

to be myself

without judgement


The light always shined there

no fear of my beliefs

just me and the presence

changing the atmosphere

bit by bit


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Tell me that I matter

That my absence gives you pause

Then I will know

Indeed, I have a purpose

Though neither great or small

which door is mine


they say the grass is greener on the other side

or not

that if you water your own

it will flourish


but what about doors

most of them have no windows

only keyholes

if their older


doors are made to keep people out

yet we look for the open ones

but beware

not every door is yours


so when you have a choice

which one do you choose?


the one you have the key to