If you are lucky in this life, You might find a friend or two. If you are lucky in this life, Someone walks next to you. If you are lucky, your heart is light and your pockets are always full. If you are lucky, few times in life will you…
Basura Cat started to gloat, As she just got back from her traveling boat. In the rain, she sailed the seas, This morning, she paddled back to me. She saw many things while she was gone, A frog in a dress, a whale in a thong. She admitted that at…
Every morning, when I get out of bed, I get to choose my size. Too big, too small and in-between, I never win the prize. Not better or less than, That is my daily quest. To be the perfect size, Each day, I try my best. When you are big…
Me: “What the heck?” Mother Nature: “What?” Me: “Yesterday it was cold, I had to get out my winter socks, today it’s humid like the Amazon, my entire winter, spring, summer wardrobe is out.” Mother Nature: “So, you think your moods are always the same?” Me: “Well, no…” Mother Nature:…
There’s a band of orphan bandits that roam across this earth, Having been left, by the ones they knew at birth. By choice, by death, by whatever means, they find themselves alone, With broken hearts and bandaged souls, together they do roam. They know each other when they look deep…
There’s a saying here in Texas, you hear it all the time, When you ask directions to a place you’re trying to find. “Just up around the corner,” is what they say to you, 30 minutes later, you see it wasn’t true. You can drive for forever; it may seem…
Basura Cat is stomping her paws, As she points out one of my flaws. She’s so angry, she is so hurt, Finally, these words, she suddenly did blurt. “Lookie, here Missy!” she did have to say, Did you know that it’s National Cat Lady Day? Not a word or syllables…
I’m sorry that I haven’t written before, I didn’t know where to send my letter. But then I realized that you are all around, so my excuse grew frail. I’m sorry for the things we’ve done, what we haven’t and what we should. I cheat truth when I say that…
Bullet: “Ah, what purpose am I?” Gun: “You are my messenger.” Bullet: “Messenger of pain, death, destruction?” Gun: “It’s out of our hands and in the hands of humans.” Bullet: “But what can a human want of me, but to kill?” Gun: “That all lies in the intention of humans.”…
It’s a cloudy day, forecast of rain, it’s my Mom’s Birthday. I haven’t seen her since October 11th 1981; it was also a cloudy, cool day in Ohio. The first years were the hardest, every holiday lacked color. I wonder to myself, “how many candles would be on her cake today?” It takes…