Monthly Archives: August, 2014

Till There’s Nothing Left to Feed Them

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Till There’s Nothing Left to Feed Them

Wrestle with regrets
until your thoughts grow
keep them bottled up
and you’ll be none the wiser
you shouldn’t hide from
demons but
go into dark to meet ‘um
fires will always burn
until there’s nothing left
to feed them.

Hey, folks. Halfway through the work we so far and hope you’re makin’ it through just fine. Wrote a little serious poem today. No jokes or jabs, just a little good advice given in a nicely sounding way. You’ll have to thank some wild fire’s for the last few lines as I just jotted them down while thinking about them and the rest of the poem just sort of fell into place. Gotta love when that happens, because it sure isn’t often.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it and, as always, I hope that your day flies on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.


Smoke and Mirrors

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Smoke and Mirrors

If there’s method to this
madness then
go on, let me have it
because my nerves are
wearing thin and
the dawn is weighin’
in on
coffee and cigarettes,
as fancy as I get,
don’t got time for wasting
time, got money
on my lips and nothing
on my mind.

Mornin’, folks. Monday again, ain’t it? Well, we knew it had to come one way or another, didn’t we? Today’s post is all about the morning routine which is, in all reality, smoke and mirrors to me. Not the sort of shady subterfuge sort but actual smoke and mirrors aka cigarettes and trying to make myself look presentable enough not to frighten people when I leave the house. I know that ends up being the case for a lot of us, and you always hear people talking about ways to a happier life, especially on early morning talk shows or on info commercials, and this is just an ode to telling them to get to the point of it already. Great to hear about the happy-go-lucky hoorah, but we don’t have time for that, do we?

Well, as always, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold or on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.


Wanna do some writing with me? Check this out: Collaboration

War Week

War week picture

War Week

Trumpets sound in
the form of honking
we’re all just rushed
to leave where we
in hopes of finally
arriving in some
we’d actually like
to be.


It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hopefully you’re making it the end of your own war week and you’ve got some much needed leave time commin’ on this weekend. Round here we’re just getting some more writing scraped together for the next week’s rounds and doing a bit of upkeep on some personal writing. Also, if you take a look at the menu bar above, you’ll see that I added a poetry collaboration link as I’m looking to get started working with some of you. Figured I’ve been hanging around here long enough and lingering on posts so it’s time to get a chance to work with some of ya.  If you’re intrested, please feel free to check out the page here: COLLABORATIONS

Well, as always, I hope that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and Monday finds you roaring and ready to go. Have a drink for me tonight, folks, because we all deserve one after making it through another week!

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