They came to me,
four in a row
and all of them quite vivid.
The broken glass
that I could touch.
The edges being trimmed.
The chilly scene
of two queen sized beds
which left me feeling cold and distant.
And finally,
that lovely, big black dog
running up and down
the corridor in 53 Severn.

These complete stories
and events,
are embedded in my mind.
They never leave me.
I try to understand them
and what they mean.

People stare when I wear my bell-bottoms,
but they don’t know when my ankles swell.
When people see my camelback sofa
and credenza, they say I’m not “with it.”
I take my valise to work and drop it on my desk.
They shake their heads and whisper, “Dated.”
I get home after a long day, and I am exhausted.
I play a movie on my VHS player,
and I am taking forty winks.

<p>Goodbye dad I am heart broken That I have lost you So fast I can't stop crying Yes I could never believed That you had to part so soon But deep down I could not stand to see you Suffer every day Battling you disease I tried to make you Comfortable Also I had to be strong for you And it is very hard to do Yes you lost you battle And at the same time It was hard to see you leave This earth But at the same time I must understand that You are in a better place them Me You are living a new life in Heaven Without suffering Dad go ahead And rest all you want Yes darling daughter You

Shame wears a cloak of invisibility,
a shroud that hides the true self.
It speaks in hushed tones, a critic's voice,

reminding of flaws, of perceived failures.
It warps the mirror's reflection,
distorting the image to fit its narrative.

But as we peel back its layers,
revealing the truth beneath,
we see the scars, the wounds, the humanity,

and find the courage to step into the light,
embracing the wholeness of our being,
casting off the cloak, standing unashamed.

The pirates of the Baracham Isles,
a tiny archipelago off the southwestern
coast of Zingar, had preyed on the people
of the mainland for more than a century.
But some how Hailey got caught up and
Kidnapped, and she was in the 20th century?

Where am I? why does my body rock back and
forth and liquid roll around in my stomach,
making me want to throw up.?

I wake from a dream,
Stalked by an unknown terror,
Its only message… trapped!
I stare through the train window
As the formless night rushes past me.
I need to get out. Away from… what?
Rising, compelled to go… somewhere.
The door to the next car beckons.
Opening the door, the lights flicker.
The rumble of the wheels… louder.
Through the door, only one person there:
A sleeping form in the window seat.
I step closer, my breath catches…
It's me.

I am better than enough.
At least, that is the way I feel.
I had that vivid dream
very early in the morning
about glass breaking
and being encouraged to touch it
and take a piece.
So I woke up early today
in a very good mood.

1895 was the year
Wells printed the tale
of a time machine
and a world so frail.
The story showed the
world clean and bright
that became mankind
brimming with fright.
The days showed innovations
the cosmos did include
until 802,701 when they
hunted folks for food.

I got to have a shoulder to rest My head when I am tired I got to grieve The loss of my sister That past away I got to say thanks To my friends for Supporting me all through the Years I got to cry some tines alone I go to understand That heaven waits for us And that there is a Place for us in heaven I got to help those in need Now They helped me before I got to understand that God Will answer my prayers When I pray to him I got to have some sunshine Warming my skin I like to feel the heat on my skin It is Summer anyway

He met the smile
of Mona Lisa

although elusive,
there was no doubt

she had him at hello