At long last
I have pulled
myself together having
started with one
thread and following
it and unraveling
that which I
wore to protect
and now standing
naked I see
for the first
time just who
God did then
long before I
ever knew this
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Nightmare
I dreamt again
about devious things
treacherous things seen
and even unseen
and as I
turned each page
of my nightmares
the manipulation grew
to the point
that I forced
myself to awaken
and recognize the
reality of you
why then in
dreams do you
disappear when in
fact it was
in one where
I found you
perhaps it’s because
dreams miss you
VeryJazz
There is just
something about jazz
right before the
night breaks into
the day the
snare of your
heart beating slowly
the cymbals of
your eyes as
they slowly open
the bass of
your tummy as
it rises falls
and those smooth
piano keys of
your ribs which
emit a squeal
when played upon
you are my
very own very
early very jazz
Kwan’sFarm
And a young
friend has a
dream of owning
his own farm
a few acres
some sheep and
a bunch of
chickens rows and
rows of vegetables
and the guarantee
of peace and
this I think
after all of
that is what
I imagine Heaven
to be like
at least here
before I hopefully
will get there
Campaign
From far behind
I hear the
drummers begin cadence
and like a
tsunami feet rise
and fall and
splash against ground
sound sweeping slowly
and I remember
then before now
what trickery transpired
finding me here
promises perhaps loyalty
likely penalty probably
but as drummers
do they incite
beginning to move
starting our march
never knowing why
so is the
campaign of life
versus ticking time
