Juan Carlos Cantú Today's post is provided by Juan Carlos Cantú author of Age Warfare. His book, a fiction novel feels much like non-fiction. As our planet, our society, our world continue to be in peril's way, a message is offered. Although Age Warfare is a fantasy novel, reading Juan's intentions that led to his… Continue reading Juan Carlos Cantú
It's not my favorite thing to do I did, my visit to you The place It's silent and cold restful, perhaps Here, I wish you My wish, never comes true The graves they are decorated with flags and flowers In Memory, I suppose Lights, the solar kind some are hung and strung, for celebrating In… Continue reading In Memory
Vision, with all the senses, can easily cast beauty. Crossing, a line in the sand. Senses stir, a provocative plan. A single moment in time Eyes, to see the beauty. Beautiful. Danger, a warning, even so, no heeding, Too powerful and alluring, Keep going, proceeding. Other senses, to be sure. Determined. Justified. Touch, to feel.… Continue reading Beauty
On the horizon rests a promise of more, when tomorrow comes. A new day, heated and bright, rays of hope sailing over the cloudy grey. A grey possibly only within the mind, and not shading a perfect sky of blue. That promise, is it real or just a dream, something made up and something that… Continue reading Grey Dreams
Haiku: The Trees Tree touches my soul, with its branches completely still. Splendor, none compares. Photo by @kirillz
Naked vows, with out the dressings their promises were made to be kept, within their locked hearts their promises, soon would fade. Dark days came sure and swift. Their promises, dues to be paid and once again, on their grey days promises made. On burgundy waves, richly encased a bottle green and smooth. Their glasses… Continue reading Burgundy
Thanks a whole hell of a lot Negan. You have truly ruined everything for me. Another Sunday, another day of The Walking Dead. I am not only excited but a little disappointed. Tonight is the season finale. To ease that pain somewhat we get the season premier of Fear (The Walking Dead). And, this is the… Continue reading My Sundays are dead. Truly.
Life, like a ride, Ticket at the door. When it’s her turn, It’s single file. Standing in line, An hour or more. Insides churn, Excited all the while. Closed gates, The gears get stuck. She waits, for what, Feels like forever. Music plays She's out of luck. Until the end.. Someone pulls the lever. Sparks… Continue reading Only A Fair