How Many Flowers Have To Die Beautiful gardens full of life warming us with their hope. Gardens so full of innocence, the innocence we lose every time a storm of hate invades. When will… More
With love I recovered
all of her broken pieces.
With kisses I attempted
to heal her wounds.
trust never appeared,
her tears never ended.
How could I have known
she was broken
Image borrowed from Google Images
The Old Man
The old man journeyed to the park
Where all of his friends convened
He conversed with every pigeon
Because no one else would listen.
The old man always traveled light
Nothing more than lint in his pockets
and a mind no longer carrying the burden
of melancholy memories long forgotten.
Photo found in Google by my wife Allie. She challenged me to write about the old man.
Back To You
My shoes are worn
cause I have walked
through every maze
in search of love.
I am a proud knight
riding lonely carousels
searching for a lady
while fighting windmills.
Dead ends always greet me
as I move in no direction.
I missed you here
nostalgic over there,
a journey never ends
when shortcuts don’t exist,
I strolled down winding roads
traveled both sides of the fork
without the use of a compass
I found out I was never lost.
Cause it doesn’t matter what road I take
when every path leads me back to you
Photo from Google Images.
A throwback for my newer Followers. Have a wonderful day full of sunshine and smiles.
Letters Of Love
I retrieved the letters of love you sent
With words of eternity in smeared ink
Deceit accompanied every loving phrase
Promises fading with these yellow sheets
I breathed and lived every word of hope
and every vow you never meant to keep
I will tear up all of your letters of love
The way you shred our trust and vows
Rip up every photograph we have taken
set fire to these once cherished treasures
quietly watch the wind blow the embers away
along with the eternal love you promised me
Image borrowed from Google.
After the storm
there is calm.
After the night
there is day.
That’s how it’s
meant to be.
fails to alleviate
Photo of my wife Allie taken by me.
“Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.”
Darius rested underneath a weeping willow. His disheartening journey has lasted longer than time.
Five thousand years ago, he adored the woman he protected; the Pharaoh’s young bride. It started innocently, exchanging forbidden smiles and glances.
Until, one day Aziza lost her balance and fell into his granite arms.
A week later they feasted on grapes; as they made love on the banks of the Nile beneath the radiant moonlight.
News of their secret romance reached the Pharaoh.
Pharaoh ordered his magician, “Poison my disloyal wife. Reward her with the gift of eternal reincarnation.”
Beaten within moments of death, Darius pleaded with the Pharaoh. “I prefer to die a thousand deaths than to live a day without my beloved Aziza.”
“Let Darius live forever. He can suffer through eternity watching her die ten thousand deaths.”
Through the centuries, Darius walked the Earth alone. He found her soul in women of different colors and lands. He buried her a thousand times.
Since Columbus discovered the New World he has yet to see her.
He may never find her again.
Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.
Image taken from Google.
I posted “The Pharaoh’s Bride” back in June 2016.
During my absence from blogging, I fleshed out this short story. Working in small blocks of time, I researched the ancient Egyptians and reincarnation.
In my manuscript, Darius, the immortal, attempts to help Angelo (a grumpy war veteran dying of cancer) find his long lost love, while sharing his tale of undying love.
Currently, I am ten chapters deep into the story.