October 20, 2016


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Death of a Blogger:

We have lost another
as in gone,
passed on?
Never to return?
Someday I too.
So shall you.
Those over there,
and even him.
Sooner for some,
too long for others.
We will cry for
the ones we know
and some we didn’t
yet tomorrow
we’ll go on as always
most we’ll forget
others “maybe not”
until we are gone
and forgotten, forever

Ellis sat staring at the screen. A thousand words why do I keeping kidding myself? Everyone tells me I’m not a writer. My wife never stops yelling at me to get a job, a real man’s job.  God I’d love to show them all my blogger friends.  They know how good I am. They read what I have put my soul into and they know.

I have to stop dwelling on this. I have a thousand words to get out before October the 16.  Annan has been such a help and then, what was his name Harven, Hayven no Hayden. Now he could write.  Every time he entered one of these writing challenges you could put you money on him winning. We heard he died, will we think that. He just stop showing up.  I wish Annan would get here. She said she had to stop by and get something that would really help around here. She is a great spell checker. The wife meet her in a blog and they’ve become great friends. That is what I like about blogging. Hell they have their own blog sight where they always typing back and forth. One would think it is more like a wife support group. I told Margret it would help her get through the hard times.

What dear, yes I’m on the internet looking for a job I’m just taking a break. Yes, I know I’ve been out of work for a year. How could I forget you remind me fifty times a day?  I’m reading a blog wright now “OKAY”. It’s Saturday night for God’s sake I can’t go for any interviews till Monday anyway. Tell me When Annan gets here I really need her to look over this story.

Margret looks over at Annan. I don’t know how much more I can take. We’re going to lose the house and everything. He spends all his time blogging. I’m willing to try anything to get him to help out around here or to do something to help pay the bills.

Annan smiles. Margret this has worked for me, Joann, Shelly, Dora, and it will for you too. Some husbands just need a little push now and then to get then to where they belong. Are all those beer bottles his? 

Yes and that is another thing he seems to be drinking more and more these days.

Will help me make Ellis a sandwich and hand me another beer.

Could you check on Jeff when you go up he was a bit restless early tonight?

I’d love to he is such a darling boy. We should have a play day for the kids soon. Mike and Jeff get along so good. It’s like they have been the best of buddy’s all their life.

Margret smiles. I don’t know what I would have done without you and the girls.

That is why we’re there. Now hand me that sandwich and let me get upstairs to read over that story of his. 

I heard a knock on the door and like to have jumped out of my skin. I miss the cracking of the floorboards as people walked up and down the hallway. Why did I let her talk me into putting in that carpet? Who is it?

Annan open the door. I brought you a sandwich and beer.
Thanks I need one, this story is driving up the wall. I have more red lines then spell check has words.

Will let me have a look and see what I can do.

About the same time I finest my beer Annan looked up.

I’m thinking you have had too many beers. You seem to be floating between thoughts and jumping back and forth on the story line. Why don’t you go down and get Margret to make another sandwich and I’ll finish reading the last two pages.

As I got to the top step I stop and yelled at Margret to bring me up another sandwich. Then I was falling forward, no I didn’t fall I felt a hand on my back. I lay at the foot of the stairs in great pain. God I’m still alive but I can’t move.

Margret rushed out from the kitchen and just stood there.

Call 911 I whispered.

He is still alive Margret screamed.

Annan run her fingers into Ellis’s hair and grabbed his beard quickly twisting his head backward. The bones in his neck cracked like green limbs in a campfire. She went to the front door and got out some old roller-skates she left there and throw them on the stairs.

Margret picked up the phone and started to call 911.  Wait what is your last name I’ll need it for the police report when I tell them you were standing next to me in the kitchen when he fall.

I’m Annan Hayden the late Eddy Hayden’s widow.  I think Ellis knew him.

October 8, 2016


Another night another try
Another who is who
And yet will we find
What we know we knew

Life hands us little gifts
That we just pass by
If we knew what they were
Would our hearts not cry

Tomorrow is not today
Tho we live as it's so
There’s so much we missed
And love we'll never know

Look not back at this time
For it has passed us by
Only today can make tomorrow
And stop the tears we cry

Moms Letter:

Write not about what you’ve done
Write not about the battles you won
Write not about the praise you seek
Write not if you’re cowardly or meek

Write about your heart full of love
Write about his grace from above
Write about the children at play
Write about how often you pray

Write to someone you desire
Write to whose loves afire
Write to our God who’s on high
Write to me son, before you die

August 8, 2016

Hay Doc:

What would you hear, Doc
If words came from me
If the end of this rope
Wasn’t tied to this tree

You say you trained
In the ways of the insane
You can tell us what’s
Going through our brains

We fought in your wars
For our country we’d die
Why treat us like children?
Why to us, do you lie

You tell us if we listen
We’ll be lead to the light
Taken from this darkness
To regain our clear sight

If we do what you tell us
A new person we’ll be
There’s no way we’d hang
Ourselves from this tree

Really you don’t know
You’re just playing around
The things you tell us
Won’t cut one of us down

So lie to yourself Doc about
All the blood on your hands
Then go report to your boss
You’ve done all you can

August 2, 2016

Judge and Thy-shall be:

They run us out from within and
Profess to have a Christian sight
All the other groups are wrong
And only they do things right

They tell us to go away and
Take the demons we hide within
We tried to tell them their wrong
But it's a fight we couldn’t win

When we stand before those Gates
And God cast them from his view
They’ll scream from below
“Everything we did, we did for you”

On bended knee they’ll beg
Their cries will never stop
As he turns his back on them
They’ll hear “I said Judge Not”

July 30, 2016

Who Are You:

As a man no purse I’ll carry
No lipstick I’ll don
You’ll never have to guess
What side I sleep on

Yet with billfolds, men’s watches
And blue jeans that zip right
Will you be one of the guys
Or someday be a good wife

You walk around with your hair
Cut shorter than mine
And beat me at arm wrestling
Most of the time

If I just ask you right out
I’m a sexist to you
But if we marry will I get
A wife, or maybe two

July 27, 2016

Spinning, Spinning:

This world goes on spinning, spinning
Friends are made and together cling
Then one day they’ll drift apart
It’s not bad, that life keeps moving
For few souls will forever bond
Tho memories linger in our minds
We knew someday it’d come
Still we hoped this wouldn’t happen
But we must face what has to be
For this pain won’t linger long
This world goes on spinning, spinning
All we can do is hope to hold on

July 26, 2016

Preach On:

You think you’ll walk
On streets of gold
And in the fiery pit
I will walk below

No more will you
Feel the pain
But the truth is in hell
Your blood will rain

Those Demons teeth at
At your flesh will rip
And only screams will
Come from your lips

Fingers you pointed at us
The demons will devour
And you’ll burn forever
In that raging fire

Preach on that soapbox
With all your might
But your soul is still
As black as night

Tell me not how
To save my soul
For you lost yours
A long time ago

Go tell everyone
About you I have lied
Yet you know on
Your back a demon rides

Last Prayer

Death holds me in its grip
And will never let me go
Tho I walk with this death
It seems I've not walked slow
I ask you, is this the true
And why, must it be so
All that I have to give
Few will ever know
Give me the time I need
So people I can show
The words I wrote to them
Will not, burn with me below

July 24, 2016


Flame or fame
Which will you seek
Hell on this earth
Or after you sleep
Your soul screams
For great power
Then it’ll scream
In that pit of fire
Fame or flame
Chose tonight
Then tell yourself
You’ve chosen right
Go walk this Earth
And feel no woes
Someday you will hear
For whom that bell tolls
To your death bed
You should cling
No matter your choice
Your soul, will scream