Who spilled the coffee? I spilled the coffee, and look what it made. My humble belief is that God has many names, and He is my Creator and yours too. My sticking part was Jesus Christ who I believe is a perfect host for human strife. May I humbly suggest, JC was manufactured to imprisonContinue reading “Coffee Hearts All Around”
Category Archives: True Soul Bearing
Honorable Justice,
With such a prestigious name and position we humbly ask you to consider us. We are the so-called down trodden, low lifers, imprisoned human beings. We have spent a lifetime gaining the courage that you have, and learned from your very public display, how to speak for ourselves. It’s with heartfelt thanks that we applaudContinue reading “Honorable Justice,”
A Perfect Morning
Waking up next to the warmth of him stretching and then holding and giving his arms a gentle squeeze. Self-love–stretching and pulling the mind. Then padding out to the kitchen and preparing a simple, yet classic meal of Bruschetta and grapes, laying it out on a charcuterie platter. Next, steeling into the bedroom to rouseContinue reading “A Perfect Morning”
See Saw Serenade
The angel child was given a cross with a mustard seed the father he loved her and not to displease, as she was deprived of the apple of his eye. The angel look did slowly recede with the actions of the hurting read. With oceans of emotions she bound her feet and traveled inside. TheContinue reading “See Saw Serenade”
Shiny Things
I’m shiny–I’m onyx! (Thanks to Tyler Quiring for sharing a taste of his craft on Unsplash)
Dwelling in the mine of my mind and slogging through the slosh of what others and I did do, until with a humbling call to another one who so kind and dear lent her gentle voice and help and led me from the dungeon dark. As I squeezed through the hardened bars of my mindContinue reading
It Matters
The Comrade’s sweepings of life are spread like cumulus clouds guiding ribbons of rivers. That moment’s rest at the house Of the hurting kind–mist. “Enough!” the woman warbled, So now fledgling, Let’s rest in motion, padding barefoot, claw foot down nature’s asphalt unknown what wafty thoughts found waving from the shallows may conjure forthContinue reading “It Matters”
The Alaska of Our Souls cont. From a previous post.
Then I came upstairs and caressed the plants in the windowsill. The limp leafed green salad bowl lettuce, the wild and crazy arugula, the tall and stately garlic, the round baby bottomed leaf broccoli, the spiked and jagged Kale. I love them all. And I moved the little rescued chair over to gaze at theContinue reading “The Alaska of Our Souls cont. From a previous post.”
A Road of Apples
A child denied A piece of cake Clooses to lash back With incredible hate. With secret knife In the darkness of The shortest night She played her Version of Her horrid life. The mother, of course Received the wrath Despite the fact that Daddy Loved her wrong. So now the fruit Destroys the root ButContinue reading “A Road of Apples”
Wicked Whispers
The whispered words of vile hate At night mean to end my flight- Path to the green backs That is much needed– Were heard and heeded In the early darkness of pre-dawn. Or was it the near late darkness Of poverty? Not only one resume but Two crafted word docs Were sent the future gods Continue reading “Wicked Whispers”
Purple Pennies 