Where have I been for six years?

Or maybe more like "Why has my brain been empty for 6 years?"

Yes, I still write. 

I have started several unfinished stories that someday, maybe I will finish. I had a movie review page I called "Popcorn and Milk Duds".  I wrote and led some Bible study classes and a wrote couple of skits. I written some poetry and couple of songs, but blogging had stopped.  The world got too political, and I took a step back.  But for the most part, I lost focus of what I wanted to say. I'm going to try to baby step myself back to blogging.  I'm not sure where or how far this trip will go but I'm going to give it a try.  Welcome back to my brain. Here are some things that have been around for a while, unpublished:

The Rains

The rains came

 and stayed

An unwelcome guest? 

An embraced prodigal? 

Freind or foe?

Needed or needless?

Do I hide beneath the umbrella

or dance in the mist?

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I walk along the fence row of my life

Each step is a new day

I only wish on the good side I could stay

But there days that I say

"I hate myself today"

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Don't slur my name

I know what's to blame

It's from not getting a break

because no choice I make 

could ever be a mistake

I don't know why you can't see 

that I know what's best for me

and I'll always stand tall

your nothing more than a reflection

in the mirror on the wall

The Rain Dance (circa 2010)

I didn't receive my invitation 

so I watched from afar

the rain danced in the sky

the drops swayed to and fro

and captivated me with the motion

as the lights flashed all around 

then the song must have changed 

because the dancers disappeared

from the dance floor

Lost Twinkle

The twinkle of my youthful eyes is gone

In my girl and boys it has spawn

The eyes of the old see the cold

In eyes of young, hope has clung

How can I get back to that place

before my life runs this race

Screaming in Silence

Screaming in silence 

for the whole world to hear

If my words had a voice

would a deaf world give an ear

Can I lift the curtain on my glass house

or will stones be cast.

Inner Compass

A man in a boat drifts alone

He does not remember how he got to this point

the boat has no oars or sails 

He has no idea of which direction to go

The wind will push him one way

only to be returned by the crosswind that blows

he looks down and does not recognize 

the reflection in the water

Again he wonders how he got to this point

as he drifts in this endless circle

he loses hope and reaches depression and despair

Finally, he realizes who he really is and with one leap 

leaves his self induced protection

that has kept him afloat

He begins to swim in the direction

that will lead him to the home

of which he belongs

Stay tuned. More to come.