Creative writing space

Some find it a breeze

to write under the skirt

of a willow tree.

Some need a couple pillows

a comfortable bed

to bring to life


I am a lucky one

doesn’t matter where I be

heart lets go.

creative writing

Crying song


I once wrote a song

that made Nashville cry

I did not mention beer

or whiskey

nor did not mention anything

about love

did me wrong

yet they cried.

I wrote a song

that captured imaginations

lifted spirits high above

gloom and despair

wrote about Jesus,

yes, that one..

Who listens when no one else does

does not judge nor gossip

accepts the burdens

smiles and cares…

jesus fingerpainted

Picture is a finger painting done in less than 5 minutes by, Jared Emerson.

Was remarkable to watch this done!

March 24, 2012


Imagination is a wonderful tool

perhaps each day

it awakens fools

who do not realize

anything is possible

to change.



’twas a few nights before

‘twas a few nights before Christmas

Santa let out a fart
staggered out the door
bottle of Jack in his hands
took  a piss on fresh snow
that felt good.
He went out to the barn
spoke to the reindeer’s
in 7 different languages
told them to eat up
for their duties have changed.
Instead of gifts under the tree
going down a chimney
he instructed them to crap on floors
while he gets high on crack.
Oh jolly man
he’s taken a turn towards reality
ain’t got time to check who’s been
naughty or nice
cause this world has gone to hell
faster than Rudolph
nose bloody from snorting coke
and picture that
on a bottle.
’twas a few nights before Christmas
Santa toked, choked
toked some more
laughed out loud
Merry, Merry
blow me!

No animals were harmed in this poem


Sun worshiper

Oh sun,

how I enjoy your warmth

as leaves continue to fall

a sign Autumn is almost done.

Oh sun, thank you

for your gift

a remarkable one.


He pointed towards the Studebaker

smiled, lit a cigarette

begin to tell

about the times it got him home

sweet home

how it hauled lumber, firewood

got her to the hospital to deliver

their son.

He took a long thoughtful drag

bowed his head looking at the cigarette

stood there, blew smoke rings

gave thanks to the Lord

for so many blessings

with her by his side.

My uncle was a force to be reckoned with

that old Studebaker tough as him

now like him,fading, away

but I remember the strength, tender love

he gave with a hug.

Lord, you take care of him

he’s a Studebaker

give him a worthy rest with her.

Beautiful day

As I recall was a beautiful day

wind was calm

matching my heart

as I sat writing yet another part

of me.

My eyes witnessed beauty

my heart felt more

words became doves

peaceful in flight.


It’s a crime

to walk away from dreams

harder still to realize

disillusionment screamed.

So many words

so many strings

none that could bind

a heart to a heart.

Organized dust

remnants of


wait to be

disposed of.

It’s a crime…

Cosmic affair

Dearest friend, on this morn

this is a little note to say

while wandering in the cosmos

I found you.

Dearest friend, don’t be confused

this is a little moment

on this frosty morn

to let you know

lost you’ll not be.

Dearest friend

it’s now obvious

this is a reminder

our friendship is

beyond belief.

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