What happened to those times when laughter came so easily? I don't have it much anymore. It doesn't come from deep within. No, not like it used to. What happened? I feel it has been the roads which I've chosen. Those byways of connections, Loves which were lost, Memories not made, Times forgotten. What happened?… Continue reading What Happened?
I have yielded Yet, against my will. The light which now guides me is not my own. Sweet death, Sweet bird, carry my news to the kingdom. Their prince, their King, has succumbed to darkness. Who shall lead them? Who shall show compassion now? Fly little bird, fly far away. Find thy knight. Seek him… Continue reading The Yielding
We all start out in the world, naked. A clean slate in which life dabs a pen and begins to write. It's a unique experience being a part of life's story. We all are in one big book that keeps going on and on. It doesn't stop when I die, it gets carried on in a sequel with my children… Continue reading A Journey with Life’s Pen.
When I dream at night, it is usually in major motion picture color, with added 3D clarity, which brings the visions to a striking realism. Here is one called "Silence." The world was quiet. All the anxious fear had been silenced, and the only sound right now, was the gentle washing of the sea, as… Continue reading “Silence” / A Sci-Fi Short