To be Alive

Sulking fingers play
On shaky hands
The vile song of hate.
He breathes his fire,
Spouting fear with
Biggoted tongue.
He claims the “truth” resides
Among his yellowed paper
Of ancient script.
Those words, hateful words
Those meaning lost
Along the centuries of learning.
Oh I see, I see, it’s a terrible
Haze.
“Light” blinds, blinds through war, through fear, through hate.
But it’s only a book, an ancient tale about a man.
Have you forgotten?
Forgotten what it’s like to be human, head and mind,
Guts and blood, love and compassion.
No you live by a book of
Love causing hate.
Yes, I find it ironic, in a sad parental like.
You say your master sings love into your heart,
Yet you bicker and fight as starved puppies over a crumb of bead.
Arguing over his word, terrified of those who don’t agree.
And I fear,
I fear the end.
Not of this life,
But of humanity.
Of a connection to the world, as brother and sister.
Not through a book but through our lives. Through our love.
That is what it should mean to be alive

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Heeeeee’s Baaaaaaaack

I have had an eventful summer, staying busy at work, and writing. I took an unintentional hiatus from WordPress, but I must say it was refreshing. I thought about where I wanted to take my writing career and on what type of writing I should focus. I kept an eye on most of my followers and the people I follow but just decided not to post anything. I wanted to stay focused on writing and I felt WordPress was taking up a lot of time.

During this time I finished another screenplay, have one completely plotted and I am working on the outline of another.

With all this being said I am returning with more stuff for you to read. I am planning a new project of short and less time consuming stories. I got caught up in the short stories and series of this blog, and it was fun, but I think it hindered my opportunity to find more readers as most where fairly long. So I am going to start a new series of flash fiction, 2 sentence stories, 100 words or less, and so on. I will do this micro – fiction and poetry and Maybe talk some more about my larger projects.

Anyway this is my plan, and I am excited about being back.

Hughie

Zombie

Controlled
by raging hunger
Unable to think
Rotting monster mind
Wishing to feed
Tearing out the heart
Innocence be damn

The decay putrid
Slowly dying within
Its curse a ragged breath
Spewing vile words
Waging fear as war

Zombie
rabid plague
Violence breeds
Violence
Hate breeds
Hate

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Day Z (for zombie fans that is a intentional pun) for the A-to-z challenge.  I MADE IT! It’s official I finished my first A-to-z challenge and I have to say I rather enjoyed it.

Finishing with another poem on life and focusing on hate in the world the poem isn’t about literal zombies only the virus like ability for it to spread.

If I learned anything from the challenge it’s I want everyone to love and be kind to one another.

I want to thank all my new friends I met along the way.

Xenogogue

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Day X and we are almost done. I’m still amazed I made it this far. Here is my next installment in the A-to-z challenge.

Xenogogue is a word of Greek origin and it means “a guide”

Light
Pulling
Right from wrong
How to be a man
A father,
husband,
human

supernatural being,
higher power,
Great Creator,
God,
A force built within
Guiding me
Whatever the answer
I have not

I have
MY
Xenogogue

Valentine

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I am thirsty
Begging for a drink
Of your lips moisture
A moisture that would flood me
Bringing life’s water and
Growing wildflowers in my soul

I am starving
Longing for a touch
of your warming glow
Heating my core and pumping
My blood through my
Heart that is yours

I would rather
Go deaf and never hear another
Bird chirp or a child’s laughter
Than to never hear your whispers
Soft and moist upon my ear

I would rather
go blind and never gaze upon
Another sunset or gracefully arching colors
After a spring rain
Than to to never peer into your
Eyes as they peer into mine

I would rather
Be nothing, lost among a crowd
Standing hid in sight of everyone
Invisible to even myself If I didn’t have you
I am forever yours, asking
Forever me mine

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I wrote this a few months back and thought it would be good for the A-to-z challenge letter V. I almost did a character bio on one of my characters from my Perfect 200 page, Valentino, but decided that I wanted to stay with the poems or photography I have done throughout the challenge. Anyway I hope you all enjoy. Happy Friday.

Ruins

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First I would like to say that this A-to-z challenge has been a fun ride and I am excited that I have made it to R. I really didn’t know if I could do it but I’ve several ideas for upcoming letters. Maybe one that could give me some trouble (Z anyone).

It has been a worthwhile experience and a way to get me to writing poetry nearly everyday again. I spent several months focusing on my fiction and forgot how therapeutic poetry can be.

Ruins

Words are bullets
Exploding
cheap and remorseless
like an art form
From
A silvery tongue pawn shop
Gun
Their discontent
With life
Shower
Napalm actions from
Terrorists
Leaving fondations of love
In
Ruins

L Words

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Listen
to the elder
He has lifetimes
Of knowledge to share;
Listen
to the  children
For they will tell us
What they need to learn

Live
Unchained
Shackles will keep us
A Stagnant pool;
Live
Tethered
by dreams
Staring at the heavens

Look
To the fated
Feel free
to change;
Look
To the Elapsed
Learn from
Mistakes

Love
With fervor
Give everything
It’s veneration;
Love
With acceptance
Receive wholeheartedly
Veracious

Kindred

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We are
What we are
Bound together
By air
By breath
By time
We are
But co-inhabitants
Sharing one home
One sky
One earth
We are
Who we are
We are
Kindred

I wish we could all step back and take a look at our world and see that we are all part of a larger community of people and that kinship isn’t simply a matter of blood relations.

Hometown

 

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it is a warm meal
it is a cold pillow
there is no place like it
and you can always go back
It is sweet
and your heart stays there
they are forgiving, yet
hold you to a standard
Home

Hometowns are what form us. Good or bad they influence what we become. Some can’t wait to leave, some never do, and a few leave and realize there is no place like home.

Dexter is located 160 miles south of St. Louis in the southeast Missouri on what is known as Crowley’s Ridge. Crowley’s Ridge is a 150 mile long uplifting that starkly contrasts the flat plains of the Mississippi Alluvial Plain and runs from Cape Girardeau in the north to Helena Arkansas in the south. Dexter sets about 50 miles south of Cape Girardeau.

Founded in 1873 it sets in the middle of Stoddard County and has the largest population in the county at nearly 8,000.