These hands, well worn by these paths I’m on.By any other conveyance leathered souls would be strained. For a lifetime one year, me and my chair roamed here and there. Bound by necessity to wheels as my heart defied gravity. Pained to the touch, bending to an unseen will, I wheeled. Before the doors allowed, […]Read more "These hands"
Not sure why I find myself awake well before daybreak.Words spilling from my heart in an ever growing plot. Filling rows on pages plowed from the edges. Seeding thoughts for others the night here brought. Sharing my crop of thoughts and needs, letting you here weed. From between the stalks growing what life brought. Feeding […]Read more "Not sure"
Creaking, leaking bending to natures will.Shivering in a salty spray, praying night gives way to day. Watch is nearly done, welcoming mornings sun. This life chose me, loving it’s challenges that set me free. Indentured to the land I left, filled with the seas welcome breath. Traceless tracks on wakeless paths, crossing oceans vast. But […]Read more "Loves vessel"
For the wants of love I long to hear.Words filling my hearts inner ear. Richly filled with desires calling. Tasting tartly sweet on this tongue falling. Straining for ecstasy’s face. Hands upheld surrendering to you chase. Pinched by cuspids lingering dart. Crimson trails to you from my heart. Comfort my need as I build your […]Read more "For the wants"
So long a father without a child.Lips often revealing insecurities. Heart burning to share, suddenly chilled. Awards and accolades empty of one liberty. Chance to with a daughter dance. With another hear of her horse born treks. Then another’s culinary desires taking a chance. Through the tales of their trials through others I check. Blessings […]Read more "So long a father"
Thirty one trips around the sun.Silently you left us on the coldest one. Desiree Lynn Pikyavit, for you prayerfully, we here sit. Hurting, hugging, holding onto each moment, not wanting to forget.. Thirty one trips around the sun. Silently you left us on the coldest one. Sister, daughter, niece, mother and friend, heaven holds you […]Read more "Thirty one trips"
Done with yesterday.Yes, and today as well. But they are not done with me. Returning as a foul wind stinking up my rest. Tossing between each miss step. Swirling with forgetful words uttered into a whirlwind. They are not yet finished with me, regretfully. Night offers not rest but reconstruction. Frustration lies in wait before […]Read more "Done"