Simple steps of time

Seconds matter when we are young. Then minutes count as we move towards youth. Hours matter as we mature as adults. Then days begin to have impact, as we acheive adulthood. Months matter, as does the planning for upcoming years.   Then years pass. And we wonder where they have gone, and so quickly. Suddenly […]

Failure is not an option

This phrase makes me think of incredibly tense scenes in action movies. Perhaps it is the one where aliens have attacked the earth, subjugated a majority of its inhabitants, with those who haven’t been captured, mounting a brave assault on the hive mind compound, with hopes that this bold action cripples the six-limbed, bug-eyed invaders, […]

_______Sunrise, ________Sunset. Sunrise________Sunset________. Meaning

I spend my days in a glorious haze. Searching for ways to keep the nightmares at bay. I spend all my nights pursuing delight. Seeking to send all my demons to flight. The dawns in between, are where I am, yearning. Dusk is where I’m grasping, and hoping, for meaning.   Humbly yours, j     […]

If I only had Time

A long time ago, a good friend of mine and I listened to a great deal of music together.  We discovered countless bands, and went to several concerts.  We were devourers of music, with insatiable appetites.  Yet with all of the new bands we found, and the sonic discoveries that we unearthed, we would regularly […]

Spaciousness of the Heart

We have all experienced the joys of moving, right? Be it by necessity, or by expansion, or simply by autonomous selection, most have gone through the relocation process to a new living environment. Whether the choice of living space is an apartment, flat, loft, efficiency, penthouse, townhouse, ranch house, guest house, tree house, mansion, palace, […]

Beyond Beauty

Thy beauty, fickle doth it play upon my youthful vanities. Radiant doth it burn upon my tender sensibilities. Passionately doth it wrest my gaze and redirect my steps. Insistently, doth it create smoldering sensations in my loins.   Heat, be the feeling on my skin. Damp, then, the beads on my brow. Pulsating, be the […]

Lonesome Highway Syndrome

I don’t think it likely, when I present to you a very particular type of experience, that you will find yourself unable to relate.   I choose the words, “I don’t think it likely,”  very carefully, as undoubtedly, there are some who have not experienced that which I am about to describe.  For the small populous […]