In Ruins

I often wonder what was more foolish – we built something on cracked joists and broken beams with expectation of strength or created a façade of beauty to hide away the ugliness inside.

Only specters remain of what would have been. A forgotten time – a forgotten place built on the promise of potential. Cracks in the foundation only wilt under pressure and strain – imploding on one’s self. We laid waste to our hopes and dreams only to reveal the decay and untold truth inside.

Desolate reminders that everything has its time and its place and nothing lasts forever, only snap shots of memories captured in time.

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On Crying

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When we cry we remember the values instilled in us. We honor the fallen and cherish the memory of what we shared together and the value of relationships. When happy, we rejoice in our accomplishments or those of others revealing the significance of the moment to us. Crying isn’t a sign of weakness but a revelation of the human spirit that allows us to show empathy for one another and to move through our emotions.


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Staring at the blank page reminds me of how empty I feel inside. You see, I drink white wine when the words are flowing and red wine when the words won’t come. The red wine clouds my mind and releases what I really feel inside.

I never wanted much for my life but to be great and know I made it. Money isn’t a thing. They say money doesn’t bring you happiness but I like drinking expensive wine and taking pretty ladies dancing and money helps me do both of those things.

I found the hard way that “Till Death Do Us Part” just doesn’t pertain to physical death. We experience, we learn, we grow, and even forgive but we never forget. How could I? After all, the two closest women in my life haunt me in my dreams. What you represent – my failure, my insecurities, my inability to see. Those days are over, but I know what they represent, they opened my eyes and on those occasions that’s when I really learned to see.

I attempted to make the world a better place than I found it and I tried to give back. I found the true wealth of a rich man is experience, kindness, and humility. I can’t take any tangible objects with me to the grave but a show of how many people you touched and show up to your funeral service separates the richest men that were alive.


The Chalkboard

Keeping Score

The chalkboard of life,

Born with a clean swipe,

Beginning to end,

Notching them down,

Marking them in,

Celebrate those good times,

Compare and contrast,

Looking at others,

The roles we’re cast,

Build ourselves up,

Settle the scores,

Greater the marks,

Only leave us yearning for more,

Our chalkboard fills,

Only to realize,

No one cares,

No one is keeping score.