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Life’s Road – a work in progress… | Life, Love & Misery
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Life, Love and Misery. The highs, the lows, the everything in between…. Food, Cycling & Sweat. Life’s Road – a work in progress…. Life’s Road – a work in progress…. September 19, 2010. White lines blur at the edge of my vision,. Screaming out of control as I leave them behind,. Down this merciless highway of hate and tears,. Another cigarette out the window fed to the wind. Moonlight chilling my soul like ice on a windshield. Blinding my recklessness, fueling me forward. Leaving no memory,. September 21,...
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dcwright02 | Life, Love & Misery
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Life, Love and Misery. The highs, the lows, the everything in between…. Food, Cycling & Sweat. Love is… a sunday scribbling. September 26, 2010. A love poem this isn’t, they just aren’t. But I do ever so wish I could write. All about love and its alluding powers. Its ability to hide under noses or destroy. In broad daylight,. C) 2010 by D. Wright. This was written for Sunday Scribblings #234 – Love. I guess in a way, it DID turn out to be a love poem after all… sort of.🙂. September 19, 2010. Like those ...
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The Kids | Life, Love & Misery
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Life, Love and Misery. The highs, the lows, the everything in between…. Food, Cycling & Sweat. Ok, so I don’t have kids PER SE… well, see for yourself! Above: Ruby, our Whippet-mix? 🙂 Below: Kylie in the dryer. Below: Ocho, our pound trash puppy! We’re so lucky to have him! Who ever said kids couldn’t be covered in fur? July 21, 2010 at 10:11 am. Such a beautiful family. July 28, 2010 at 3:45 pm. August 14, 2010 at 3:32 am. Fabulous. They’re darling. You’re lucky! August 14, 2010 at 6:27 am. Address nev...
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human paradox: September 2014
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For believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters. Saturday, September 13, 2014. Before we are just skeletons. Cottage sun blasts overhead,. A cool wind behind,. I am standing on the riverbed,. Casting out my line,. Maybe get a bite from another cold summer,. Maybe get a bite from a lost love,. Sink down deep to the bottom,. It's trial by fire,. No salvation from above,. The future is blasting overhead,.
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human paradox: tube TV
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For believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters. Wednesday, July 09, 2014. For what it's worth,. And it ain't worth much,. Trying to survive,. A body determined by uncertainty,. And bound by time,. I've only known one side of the thin red line,. Some are starting out,. Some are halfway done,. Some are getting towards the end,. Some never got started,. Some got stuck part way through,. Watch the flow,.
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human paradox: March 2014
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For believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters. Saturday, March 22, 2014. In the middle of winter. Bite down on the harness,. In the middle of winter,. A wicked test of the will,. In the middle of winter,. A beast pulling on the chains,. In the middle of winter,. Loneliness is visceral,. A fortuitous frost line and dirty ice,. A weak sun and salt rusted water,. Melting dog shit and mud matted garbage,.
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human paradox: tomato can
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For believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters. Saturday, April 25, 2015. The poverty of the heart,. Writhes like a restless fetus,. Twisting all around in anxiety and nausea,. Feeling through the city night,. Like a blind man,. In a tunnel of darkness and metal,. Pain, the oldest friend,. Was there at the beginning,. Will be there at the end,. Aching on the surface,. Aching in the depths,. Transmission...
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human paradox: October 2013
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For believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters. Wednesday, October 30, 2013. 3 fingers, 3 chords. You are such a vast element,. Look at you,. How can I ever know you? I pound on your gates,. I call out to you in the black night,. I try to fight against your winds,. But I become weary in your sun,. And tremble in your cold,. All the endless talk,. But never knowing,. All this endless talk,. Like a vortex,.