The Children of Wolves

There is so little air

left to  breathe

I have no where to stand

or to fall

into a heap

unnoticed or noticed

by her, by him by them

faces trapped in small screens.

Lost in the human race.

Rescue

will

come to me

I know

on four paws.

Humanity saved by the Children of Wolves.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Addictions Prompt: COPE

 

 

I Think I’ve Found It

When I was younger

my Dad told me

not everyone made it in life, that some people

were going to die

unhappy, unfilled and alone.

 

That was my legacy from him.

 

Now I just want to make it home from work

alive

on time

to find my dog waiting for me at the door

with a smile on his face

Mozart playing on the radio

my laptop humming softly

waiting for me to create a world or two.

 

Legacies can be chains

knowing who you are

is the key

to unlocking them.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Ultimate

 

Vexatious Foe

Photographer Unknown

Do you know where the monsters hide?

Do  you know where they plan and plot and dream?

You probably should know, wouldn’t it make your heart beat a little slower then it’s beating right now?

Wouldn’t that make you feel better?

Monsters been known to entomb themselves in dimly lit  basements with painted concrete floors  and  dusty spider webbed attics that smell like mothballs and dead mice  and under beds where you should be safe and warm.

Vexatious,  duplicitous, guileful

getting what they want, taking what they desire, terrorizing the weak of heart

 is not sport to them

it’s a puzzle to be worked

slowly.

Do you know where the monsters hide?

Lean a little closer, let me put my lips to your ear

I’d be glad to tell you

it’s the most humane thing  I can do.

 

Promenade With Robert Johnson

I don’t mind the bumps in the road,

the challenging paths that  I ended up on by choice or design,

I don’t mind getting lost, being rescued, left for dead and stranded

on dusty trails to roads that go nowhere.

I just want more minutes, hours seconds in the day

so that I don’t have to rush through it all.

Promenade

with Robert Johnson

to and through

every

Sunrise and Moon rise I can find.

 

Inspired By The Daily Additions Prompt ” Promenade

The Travel Guide

Would you follow me to the end of the world

or

to the ends of the Earth

Which would you choose

which do you think

I’d bring you back from

or would I?

Do you trust me?

Most of the time I don’t.

Shall we pack now

before it gets dark and we can both still see

                                                                           what is ahead.

 

First In The First

I know

you

I had you

figured out.

How dare

you

be something

else

                                                                                 be someone else

how dare you

make me doubt

my reality

                                                                                         Here

I am God

where  the Songs of Snohomish

In the First,

  trapped forever

 in the First

                                                                                   drone like bees

lost in a field

under a blazing  unforgiving  summer

Sun

mindlessly

endlessly

pointlessly

Ostinato.

First In The First

Ostinato.

 

 

 

                                                                             Daily Prompt: Broken