October 26, 2017

? Love:

Love, who understands
Named by millions
Misused by more
No two the same
Yet we seek it
Long for it
Even kill
In hopes to find it
If by chance we do
We’ll toss it aside
Lost in some concept

Never finding the truth


W.C. 1000

Six Thirty:

          Bill William tossed and turned that morning trying to sleep. After working all night, he wasn’t used to sleeping with the sun shining through the window. Today was his wife’s birthday.

          The company he just started working for had come up with new work shifts no one liked. He was stuck on the Six PM to Three AM shift. The company said the employees got to vote shortly, on which, of the many shifts they’ve tried over the last two years. Bill just got off the swing shift. This was his first week on the new graveyard. Well, what they used to call graveyard.

          Bill could not complain too much. All he did as a night watchman was sit in one of the newest vaults ever built. The vault was ten floors underground. That place had more alarms, bells and whistles than any other place he had worked.

          Bill looked at his alarm clock. “Great,” he told himself. “I haven’t even been asleep for three hours and I’m wide awake. I might as well get up and putter around the house till I get tired.”

          After getting dressed, Bill walked down stairs and found his wife sleeping in her recliner.  When he kissed her forehead, she woke up and asked, “What time is it?”

          Looking at his watch, Bill smiled down and said, “Six thirty, love. Sorry. I couldn’t sleep. Happy Birthday”

          “Well, go for coffee then. I didn’t sleep well last night with you gone. You know how much noise you can make and I want to sleep,” she muttered. "Thanks."

          “Okay, honey,” he said.  “I’ll be down at the coffee shop if you need me.” He closed the door and left.

          As Bill walked into the corner cafe, he looked around for the people he normally talked to at this time of day. He smiled at the server and asked, “Hey, Shirley, where is everyone?”

          “They all left. You’re running late today. Why?” she asked over her shoulder as she took some plates of food to two ladies.

          “I’m not late. It’s only,” he paused as he looked at his watch with a questioning look on his face. “It’s still Six thirty PM? Hell! My watch stopped. What time is it?

          One of the men sitting at the counter looked at his watch. “Eleven fifty six,” he told Bill.

          “Thanks. I guess I sleep a lot longer than I thought. I better stop by Wal-Mart and pick up a watch battery today,” Bill said as he sat down.

          “So,” Shirley said. “What’ll it be? Tea or coffee?”

          “Go ahead and make it coffee. I have to go find something to put over my windows to keep the sun out so I can sleep,” Bill told her.

          Shirley leaned over as she handed him a cup of coffee. “You know what my old man did when he worked the night shift down in Texas two years ago?”

          “No. What did he do?” Bill laughed.

          Shirley gave Bill one of those “Do you want to hear this or not?” looks that she gave out often and then went on talking,” “He got some of that aluminum-backed foam from the lumberyard and a roll of duck tape. Cut chunks to fit the windows. Duck taped around them and then used long tack pines to put them over the windows. It made our bedroom darker then a coal mine shaft.”

          “Thanks. I’ll look into that after I get this watch running. You know how I hate not knowing what time it is,” Bill said as he sipped his coffee.

          Bill looked down at his watch again. It wasn’t like him to let the battery go dead. “Hey, Shirley, get a load of this. My watch stopped at Six thirty PM on the 16th of March,” Bill said with a smile.

          Shirley looked at him with a “So what?” look.

          Bill laughed. “This is the 16th of March. Don’t you see? It stopped tonight.”

          “You probably had it set wrong,” Shirley said.

          “Probably not. You know how much I depend on this watch. I would have seen it last night at work. Oh well, I’ll get a battery and keep an eye on it. I can’t have a watch changing dates on me. Might be time for me to get a new watch anyway.”

          Bill tossed Shirley two fifty for the coffee and tip, then headed straight for Wal-Mart.


          As Bill handed his watch to the lady behind the glass case, she took a look at it and said, “Another watch battery. I sold more batteries today then I have in a long time.”

          Bill grinned at her and said, “Well, that’s because of the time loop.” He was just joking, but then Bill loved to play word games with people.

          “Time loop?” She said questioning.

          “Sure. Look at the date on my watch. It stopped at Six thirty PM on the 16th of March. That’s tonight.”

          She just smiled back at him and rolled her eyes.

          “No. Really,” Bill, still joking, continued, “Something the Government does today will threw us into a time loop.”

          “Sure.” She smiled.  “I suppose you have proof. That will be $3.97.”


          Bill was thinking about his wife not liking what he got her for her birthday. He looked up at the clock on the wall over his desk. Six twenty eight PM. He felt a low rumble


          Bill William tossed and turned that morning trying to sleep. After working all night, he wasn’t used to sleeping with the sun shining through the window. Today was his wife’s birthday.


          Bill William tossed and turned that morning trying to sleep. After working all night, he wasn’t used to sleeping with the sun shining through the window. Today was his wife’s birthday.


          Bill William tossed and turned that morning trying to sleep. After working all night, he wasn’t used to sleeping with the sun shining through the window. Today was his wife’s birthday.

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August 15, 2017

My Words:

Words are all I have
To put upon this page
And tell you how I fell

To let you see
My heart and soul
And what to me is real

But you’ll never know
What’s inside of me
Are view it through my sight

So just tag along
On this ride of mine
To see what you might

You could know joy,
Sorrow or pain then say
He’s written this just right

August 10, 2017


Of all the story’s
I try to tell
About my heaven’s
About my hell’s

In your eyes
I can clearly see
Not a single world
Is there for me

Your youth it glows
And lingers on
For mine is dead
And long gone

Reality is twisted
And keeps me blind
My eyes closed
For all time

So read not
The words I write
By this old fool
This very night

I’m quite sure
You’ll understand
You’ve read the words
From a insane man

May 24, 2017


There once was five
And now there’s four
One died and is gone
For evermore

Now there’s four
Out in the sand
Another died from
Their friend's hands

Two gazed into
Each other’s eyes
A shot ring out now
The third one died

One grinned as
The other frowned
A muffle scream of pain
As one hit the ground

Now there was just me
No more could I’ve done
As down the barrel
I looked into the gun

And now there’s none
For friends we’ll always be
As we’re together now
Forever in eternity

May 6, 2017

I Could:

I could write about
The darkness and what
Goes bump in the night

I could write about
The devil and his demons
That fill me with fright

I could write about
Depression that makes me
Want to hang from a tree

I could write about
Being alone but would
You really want to read

I could write about
All this gloom around me
Still you wouldn’t care

I could write about it
But you’d probably say
Why would this he share

So I’ll just write about
The things it seems
You only want to read

I’d better not write 
About any of these feelings 
That hide deep inside of me

May 1, 2017

The Abyss:

What is this depression
that tugs at my very being?
Like invisible strings attached
to my heart, trying
to drag it into the darkest
pits of my very soul.
Taking away all
understanding of happiness.
Trying to rip me from the only
light that keeps me sane.
Wrapping me tightly in chains,
in an ocean of emotional feelings.
This overwhelming pain in my heart,
that's begging me to surrender.
Telling me it will set me free
from all these burdens.
Still I see no silver lining
shining down on me.
Only dark clouds blocking
that one sliver of light.
Yet I stand here asking, why?
Is this self-question my only hope
To turn this despair around.
Or will nothing change?
Until one of those faithless days,
I throw myself into that abyss.

April 6, 2017

The clatter:

The clatter of tongues, on rows of white
They drive me nuts, both day and night
Chattering like squirrels and crows that fight
Their lips sewed shut, would be quite a sight

They think their words, I want to hear
But it’s just sound, bombarding my ears
And to my eyes, it brings forth tears
Like I was jabbed with a red hot spear

Once I tried to halt, all their clatter
Like what I thought, would really matter
They looked at me, like the Mad Hatter
Off with his head, their teeth chattered

March 26, 2017

They do not see:

As deadly demons wait at my door
I fear of things, that will be forevermore
Of screams roaring within my ears
Of the sins I’ve done, throughout the years
Of my flesh burning from these bones
Because of deeds that were mine alone   
Why do no others truly understand
Of the fear I have for my fellow man
They say I write about just me
But yet it is them I also see
Because in hell most of us will roam
Tho none believe it will be their home
For they say they walk the one true path
And fear not of our makers wrath
And yet on that faithful day
We’ll all beg him not to send us away
I know, I’ll only have me to blame
And they’ll point at others for their shame

February 28, 2017


Five O’clock and not all is well
For I’ve died and went to Hell

Bitter screams heard all around
My life’s clock has ticked down

Darkest gloom fills my very soul
No light from this body glows

Gutter sounds erupted from within
As hells fires around me spin

My flesh consumed by burning coal
There’s no help for me, now I know

I had my chance to make it right
But I turned from his loving sight

He begged me to come, bide with him
But I know best, for I was a man

From Hell I’ve screamed and said
If he calls, fall to your knees and beg

February 19, 2017


People wonder
what’s wrong with me.
Why do I have
that faraway look in my eye?
They say I have
too much time on my hands,
I have better things to do.
They tell me they see
no good reason for my inquiries.
As I ask myself
why is it this way or that?
Yes I’ve seen stars 
bright in the night sky 
that are long dead
before man took his first breath.
In a cup of coffee
I’ve seen galaxy’s spinning
then slowly die and
witnessed the heartbeat
of our own planet.
On an orange I’ve watched
the fate of our earth
played out in just days.
Still they ask
what is wrong with me
because I’ve watched
a leaf dance to its death
and asked which one
they thought was next.
Who then is insane?
Me or those standing around
in dark glasses and ear plugs
letting the wonders of life
pass them by.
Is it because they fear
that others might point 
a finger at them and whisper.

February 13, 2017


Life is fleeting yet death is eternal
Still we cling to life like the Insane
clings to their crayons
We both have no control
over either for our life is but a
flicker on this ribbon of time
Why do we strive to learn
more and more knowing
it will be lost forever
All the possessions we gather
we think we’ll take them with us
Even our loved ones we leave behind
will mean nothing beyond
our final breath still we’ll cling
tightly to our few crayons

January 16, 2017

I’m not Insane

You read what I’ve written
and tell me that you know,
what is inside of me as
you try and read my soul

From my writing on the wall
you tell me I am insane
But is it me, or yourself, you see,
when you analyze my brain

I know you think my writing
is dark and that’s just fine
but I have to ask you please
stop reading between the lines

Just give me a break people
when you read what I write
It’s not about how I feel,
so try and get that right

What you need to know
when my words you’ve read.
Is I’ll be just fine because,
I don’t want this body dead

If you understood my words
they’re not all gloom and dread
You might see a bit of humor
in what, you’ve just read

January 13, 2017

My Soul Rest:

Red droplets of my blood
fall on the wooden floor
The rope around my neck
won’t tighten anymore

Swing in the gentle breeze
my soul now long gone
Will anyone find me hanging
I hope it won’t take long

Standing around, some will cry
yet none will know why I died
If I said that I understood
we know that would be a lie

The words I wrote upon this page
most will say, I’m not thinking right
But if they’d lived this life of mine
They too would’ve died last night

I’ve thought about what I did,
and it was for the best
Because of what I’ve done
my soul is now at rest