Guest Photographer · Love

What my brother taught me 6/1/18

Ever since I was a kid

I learned from my brother,

asked him many questions

and here is another

 

 

do girls have cooties?

 

 

so boldly he taught me

how to traverse their world,

how to gel your hair

and how to love a girl.

 

he taught me how sweet

a lover’s laugh and smile,

how to treat your queen

and go the extra mile.

 

he taught me how to dance

at my first school ball,

he picked me up and smiled

when my waltz became a fall.

 

so there it plainly is

the greatest lesson of all,

he showed me how to fly

when a girl makes you fall.

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Everyday Life · Friendship · Guest Photographer · Uncategorized

Brothers of Frightful Sea 5/28/18

We vikings,

raiders of foreign shores,

brave the unknown steel

 

Each step a swing,

Each word a block,

 

For Each day and Each way,

to breath unscathed,

a quiet scream to say,

 

we haven’t given up

we do not surrender!

 

so we stand against the tide,

arms out stretched

for love’s wings unfurl inside us

and give us flight above all else.

 

oh, my kin of war

guard me mine

for all hope we have

is all we hope to be

 

my brother of frightful sea.

Everyday Life · Guest Photographer · Nature · Uncategorized

To this, I am free 5/27/18

to this land which poisons me,

to these souls which judge me,

 

I know no safety

but the freedom of pre-conceived condemnation.

 

I know no comfort

but the washing of the vile

harshly piled upon my skin.

 

to this land which poisons me,

to these souls which judge me,

 

know this…

 

you can squeeze me

bend me

smack me

claw at me until you’re satisfied,

 

but I shall never break.

 

to this land

to those souls

 

I am free.

Everyday Life · Friendship · Guest Author · Guest Photographer · Uncategorized

The Time Capsule: by Penny Preston 5/22/18

My calendar must be replaced

this I hate to do.

The memories invoked within are pleasing to review.

 

I’ll forget about the dentist.

Don’t remind me of the vet,

but the movie night with girlfriends

brought some fun I don’t regret.

 

I enjoyed the cookout with my sons.

Had pleasure at the beach

The potluck at work had lots of laughts

I like reliving each…

 

I, now, glance down into my purse

my checkbook is all full.

ohhh…. the craftshow ….

Death · Love · Uncategorized

Suicide and Bad Dreams 5/19/18

Sometimes I dream of stars

and I hear water bubbling

and I think about our memories

then they dissipate

dissolve

dismantle

into dust.

 

Sometimes I dream of you sleeping

I sit beside you and try to speak

then the dust spills from my mouth

and onto your face

I try to clean it up

but I’m smearing the dust into your eyes

as they fill with blood and tears

then you turn to water

and I hear bubbling.

 

I wake up in a pool of sweat beside you

and roll over to face you.

 

I want to cry on your shoulder.

I want hold you forever.

I want to scream at you,

punch a hole in a wall.

I want to shake you,

until those thoughts stop forever

 

 

Instead I get and get a glass of water

and for just a second,

I hear bubbling.

 

Bad Dreams.

Everyday Life

Gloop Gloop 5/13/2018

At the breath of life

I needed a drink,

so she handed me

a gloop gloop

 

At the growth of osul

I needed a spark

so she past right on

her interests

 

As the coming man

I needed a refuge

so she sat me down

and healed me

 

now battered and bruised

I now my truth

and move with all my might

towards sweet sparkling light

my dream in darkest night.

 

and yet sweet mother

of all the sparkling dreams,

of all the wondrous queens,

nothing could ever mean,

more to me than you

cause you got me a

gloop….

uh…

gloop.

 

Happy Mother’s Day.

Guest Photographer · Love · Nature

Down to Earth 5/11/18

The best part of me

is also the worst

always in my head

always far away

 

Dreaming of stories

playing fantasy

never in the now

never truly here

 

All the more wildly I need,

 

a heavenly body

to pull me to earth

a true dream girl

to wake me right up

 

a soul like yours

 

to keep me present

show me whats around

 

pull me down

down

deeper down

 

to earth, this wonderful earth

to life, this wonderful life

to this moment,

here with you,

 

my beautiful love.

Death · Everyday Life

The 3 Gates of Hell. (written by a correctional officer, a friend, and a human)

If only if only…

 

If only if only they could see what I’ve seen

 

If only if only they could hear what I’ve heard

 

If only if only they could smell what I have smelled

 

They would know why I don’t tell anyone how I feel. I protect them by letting them

think all is well in the world when In reality it is truly not.

 

You haven’t lived until you have smelled that fresh blood smell

 

You haven’t lived until you have tangled with death

 

Once you smell fresh blood you stop living though

 

You haven’t lived until you have seen another grown man take another man’s life with his bare hands

 

You haven’t lived until you’ve seen two men stabbing each other trying take the other’s life, and you willingly jump in the middle to save both of them because well, that’s your job and you secretly enjoy it

 

You haven’t lived until you run into a 15 man gang fight and have a warning shot fly

past your head on multiple occasions.

 

You never forget that crack of a .223 flying by your head because the

asshole in the tower has tunnel vision.

 

You don’t know frustration until you have to walk past maniacs in a cell every half an

hour and get piss and Shit thrown on you and you have to keep walking by.

 

Do you enjoy the risk?

 

Do you enjoy the adrenaline?

 

You don’t want to get hurt but you know if you do get hurt that will give you the excuse to beat the shit out of one of them

 

You haven’t lived until you have felt that high of being in a life or death situation and coming out on top

 

There is no greater feeling.

 

How do you exercise the demons which haunt your every move?

 

How do you escape the reality of death when it happens In front of you so often?

 

I’ll tell you how..you sack the fuck up and move out,

 

The difference between you and everyone else is that you can handle all of it.

 

It’s almost nothing to you

 

Is that scary?

 

Is that bad? That you understand there are bad people in the world and people die?

 

How do you listen to a grown man brag about raping a toddler and pissing on her, and then go home and joke with your family?

 

Then how do you see that man nearly an hour later almost beaten to death and you have to try and save his life?

 

You just FUCKING do it

 

Is it bad that it’s not hard for you anymore? That you don’t give a Shit?

 

Your only goal is to protect them, so you vowed to yourself to never share those stores with them.

 

The only scars I have from working in a prison are the mental scares. I got out lucky, and I got out in time.

 

I can deal with the mental scares because no one can see them, so it is easy to move on in life.

 

It’s a lot easier pretending you’re fine when you wake up from a nightmare, rather than telling them what it was about.

 

You can’t Imagine the look on their face if you were to tell them.

 

Once you see another man try and take another’s life you stop living

 

The world stops right?

 

Nope you just go home and pretend you didn’t Just witness a tragedy

 

You do it to protect them, because you know you can handle bottling it up more than they can handle hearing those words come from your mouth.

 

How do you do a round at midnight in the pitch black and see a man swinging from a rope by his neck in his cell and his face as purple as midnight itself with his lifeless eyes peering into my soul as if his is trying to find a place to go. Then go home a few hours later and laugh and joke over breakfast.

 

The day I witnessed another man lunge and continuously drive a sharp piece of metal into the other’s neck/face I stopped living, my world stopped turning.

 

But didn’t anyone else’s world stop along with mine?

 

What’s insane isn’t these men. It’s the fact that I am okay with keeping all these memories to myself to protect the people around me. It gives me joy knowing I am protecting them from hell on earth.

 

If god exists why does he allow things like this to happen?

 

If god doesn’t exist why isn’t there a god to prevent things like this from happening?

 

The sooner you accept the universe is a cold dark place that doesn’t give a Shit about you is the day you really start living, because you realize none of it matters.

 

Again, I am okay with keeping it all inside because I know I can handle it.

 

If only if only they could see what I’ve seen

 

if only if only they could hear what I’ve heard.

 

If only if only they could smell what I’ve smelled.

 

Maybe they would understand why I can’t sleep anymore or why I awaken every night sweating and trying to be quiet because I am embarrassed.

 

If only if only they knew what I was protecting them from…

 

If only if only…