Category: Creative Writing


ice melting

as time spins

days meld into and nights

evenings are monolithic blocks

heavy, dark times frozen

somewhere in the in between

 

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I get up

because the need to get things done outweighs the need for sleep.

I get up

because my family depends on me and the world doesn’t owe me a thing

I get up

because I owe it to myself to achieve as much as I can achieve

I get up

because nothing in this life comes for free

I get up

because I want to become who I was destined to be

 

 

 

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grey-miles

I walk the gray miles

That lead me home

I have come so far, from so far

Marked, battered, and bruised by time

I stagger into the dimming light

And lay as still as an oak

My weary head on my mother’s lap

And listen to her rhythmic breathing

As she strokes my head and whispers

My son has come home.

 

 

 

 

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trump

 

 

The day after has come America, and now we know the type of country we are

A nation exposed for all to see,

A façade, of righteousness and moral fortitude

Sullied by the indignation of the ignorant and the arrogant

Bold and brash, stripping away the faint illusion of graciousness

The false proclamation that all are created equal, and that we are all free

The nation has spoken make no mistake about it, and the world was listening

And the path that was chosen was the darkest.

We have chosen fear over hope.  Hate and bigotry over love and respect

We have turn back toward the past instead of forging ahead to a brighter future.

The day after has come America, and we are now a lesser nation today then we were yesterday.

 

 

 

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the-law

“I grew up around these parts, born and raised.

Seen a lot of bad things too. Hell, did a lot of bad things,

Before I became the law, I mean.

I ain’t no angel; never claimed to be one neither.

I do what I’ve gotta do, however, I’ve gotta do it.

My methods ain’t always popular, but I’ve learned to live with that

You ain’t gonna please everyone.

Not if you’re doing the job the right.

But, if I had to guess I would say that all and all the people around here like me alright.

Hard to believe it’s been twenty-five years under the white hat.

My father was a law man. Grandfather too, and his father before him.

I guess you could say I was destine to it. If there is such a thing.

I don’t know …  I shudder to think what the next twenty- five will be like.

There is a different breed of evil among us now.

A darkness in people that I ain’t never seen before.

I wonder what the old-timers would have made of it

Hell, I don’t know what to make of it.

In the end, we all go back into the dust from which we came.

And when it’s all said and done and the weighing is finished

Some will go up and receive their rewards and the rest of us will go down into nothing

And that is that as they say. Anyways, I guess I had better get to it.

It’s already ninety-degrees in the shade, and it ain’t even 10:00 o’clock yet

When the temperature rises like this it brings out the devil in people.

It’s always bad this time of year, but this year is different, worse than the other years

There’s a black cloud out there hovering on the horizon

It’s coming, but I’ll be alright.

I’ll be right here waiting on it.”

 

 

 

 

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Crosses

I see sparkling crosses

Hanging from invisible lines

Dangling from thick black trees

Bleached in florescent headlights

Twisting and dancing like angels

Into the velvet night

their beauty shone like diamonds

flickering arches

twisted and raging against the light

falling like comets

blazing against the velvet night

cursing in a voice

as loud and ominous as thunder

their loss of heaven

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noomi 1

She moves like the jagged wind

cracked and dried like peeled paint

moving with her ghastly grace

her feet barely catch the rotting floor

swaying to the sharp sounds

that pierce the falling night

 

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BLUE STEEL

 

Blue steel cuts the lies loose

From soft lips that whispers

A venomous song

As innocently as a child

With clear eyes that did not lie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mephistopheles

 

The son that was too bold to be good

With stiff knees that would not bend

Away, rejected by thine light

Cast forever to the dark

With mournful eyes

Looking to the murky sky

And cry

Hear me!

 I am my father’s son!

He who would not know his place

He who would rather rule, then serve

I am my father’s son!

My vengeance remains whole

Shining as bright as your December star

And as the light fades into the dark

They will feel my pain

As long as humanity remains

They will feel my pain.

 

 

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