The Bottom

Living at the bottom
is dark, and saddened,
hopeless, and abandoned.
Pain and sorrow are teemed with morbid reflection.
Seemingly, to be all there is.
It's where prayer is a welcomed solution;
a refuge from wreckage.

Alive

An exciting word.  Thinking of it this morning spun the feelings of the vigour in this life.  Then, blank.  Writers block took a strong foot hold.  But, my thoughts always go to what is going on.  Staying in the moment, he has popped up his head.  “It ain’t me.” he, forces.  Being the biggest obstacle in the human race, the day is awaited by many.  The final scene is quite a scene.  Intentional pity, and disbelieve to obstruct justice.  Obstruction of the reality of all that has been said and done.

 

The Detective – Cont.

“Dad, there is stuff keeping me up at night.”  “I toss, turn, and wake up terrorized.”  “I’ve decided to do some research into the past.”  “Figuring this all out will help me to settle some issues.”  “It’s time for all of this crap to end.”  “I brought your flowers, and I will be back next week.”, I said; then, left my father’s grave.  The new café at the Library was a relief.  Sleeping in, I decided to grab something later.  After finishing my coffee and brownie, I went to the Librarian for the micro film news reels from 1972.  I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

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The Detective – Cont.

Starting to regain my composure, I started to analyze.  The nightmare was from back in the days when my dad was in prison.  I was a baby then, and when he got out, I was six.  There are no pictures of me at this time.  My mom said we were in hard times and couldn’t afford a camera.  The house looked haunted, dark, in my dream.  It’s like there was something chasing me around.  I was crawling just one step ahead of it.  My dad always said he was innocent, and didn’t want any more talk of it.  He had been released because of legalities.  My mom telling me this was a part of the nightmare; but, I don’t even know what he had been charged with.  After I bring some flowers to his grave, I’m going to go to the library to do some research…

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The Detective – Cont.

Finally arriving home; the roads were getting slippery.  I decided to have a hot bath and go to bed.  Hoping to get some relief from the stress, and the strain.  While soaking, I decided on some lily’s for dad.  I don’t think there will ever be any peace from him.  He continues on without a flinch.  Personally, I would go lay in my grave…  Sleep didn’t come easy, and it was the nightmare that woke me up that left me baffled.

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The Detective – Cont.

Finishing my coffee, I was happy to leave.  The detective was still reading the paper, and I had greeted him with a nod as I left.  Getting back into my car, I could feel the stress.  Maybe I should of stopped for a drink instead?  With  a little chuckle, I started the drive home.  The rain turned into sleet and was pinging off the windshield.  It reminded me of how my mother use to hit a tin basin with a serving spoon to call us for supper.  Then, I noticed the car behind me following me onto the highway.

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The Detective – Cont.

Knocking off my nervousness; I smiled back.  Getting back into my coffee, I thought Cops can be horrendous creatures.  Always blaming, always freak’en out, and how peaceful it is being out of their sights.  Remembering how my dad use to say the best pigs are those on the spit, I smiled to myself.  Realizing, I miss him.  It’s been a five years since his death.  With the turmoil that’s happening in my life, it’s probably time to go visit his grave.  He still demands fresh flowers.

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The Detective

The night was cold and damp.  It has been raining for days without mercy.  I decided to go into the café for a hot cup of coffee.  I had noticed a man sitting at the counter reading a news paper.  It was just himself and I, it was late.  Travelling for sales, business was on a downhill spiral.  I was almost at my wits end.  My life, my work, the weather, and now this suspicious man.  Eying me.  What’s with him?  He seems so sly, secretive.  He has this dark air about him.  His power shooting at me with intent.  The coffee was hot, and warming my chilled bones.  I closed my eyes and relaxed for a moment.  Then, my eyes popped open; it hit me.  This guy is a detective.  And, he know’s my thoughts…

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Duties

DisCode of Ethicsabled and seeking, I have made some progress.  Enough to be able to spend some time developing chosen skills.  I have been thoroughly enjoying myself.  All-though, I must confess the feelings of rehab getting into my precious time.  Without it I would have gained nothing.  On the days I can’t do much of anything, I use the time to rest.  Usually laundry will fit well into these days.  I am one day closer to being able to get to University.  Then, I will be out there putting something into life.

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The Wind

ThHowling windere is no financial security from societies many issues, and the wind has sent a message.  We are on a limb and he is howling.  We are flying like the wet linen on the cloths lines (if it’s still legal in your community). With it blowing faster, and harder every year, this bough is going to break.  All of the darkness will cease, and justice will be served.  There will be a silence, and a stirring in our hearts because there is always another limb waiting for its objects to be set free.

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