Author: E.A.Fussell

Florida native, poet, writer, artist, adventurer, optimist, lover of chocolate.

Tearing Down Walls

In less than two weeks

We will meet again

The possibility of true love

Whispers on the wind

As the day draws closer

Anxiety mounts

Are we just a fantasy

Or a love that will really count

Our first meeting was brief

A seed of hope got planted

Growing steadily

Into something we both want

Are you as nervous me

Hoping beyond hope

That this just might be

Something to pursue

Taking one day at a time

Gets harder each day

Keeping my mind off the future

Is difficult in so many ways

I try not to envision us

Living together

The fairytale

Of happily-ever-after

A tale that has failed us both

So many times before

I don’t want to feel the pressure

As I walk through the door

Of the house that might someday

Truly be called “ours”

I am fighting the anxiety

Creeping in at all hours

You are so precious to me

Such a treasure

I don’t want to lose the joy

That we share

Please forgive me

For the hesitancy

As our next meeting draws close

You may be sensing

As I process my fears

And tear down the walls

My heart has built over the years

I know your intentions are pure

You are a good man

So why am I getting so scared

When I believe this is a Divine plan

E.A. Fussell

05/07/2018

Turn Back the Clock

Take me on a picnic

In a meadow green

A field of wild flowers

Or a night sky scene

It can be old fashioned

A blanket and a basket

Filled with wine and

Delicate treats

Or a more modern version

A truck bed filled

With lots of pillows

A bottle of Tequila

Something chocolate and sweet

We can turn back the clock

If only in our minds

Loose ourselves

One shot at a time

E.A. Fussell

05/06/2018

I am an Old Gun

I am an old gun

With a short fuse

I get uptight sometimes and

Just want to let loose

No strings

No promises

No expectations

Just blind passion

Life can be difficult

When you aren’t a follower

When you cant just say “yes sir”

No box to fit in

Not willing to fold

Into anyone else’s mold

So many sheep

So many manipulative herders

I refuse to take a number

No conformity from me

Neither a sheep

Nor a herder

Do I choose to be

Do not mistake

My lack of submissiveness

As support for “feminists”

I detest what “feminism” has done

To the sacredness of femininity

I am an old gun

With a short fuse

I get tired of others

Telling me how to use

My mind

My body

My political and religious views

My freedom to think

I will hold onto

Everyday

In every way

Regardless of

The consequences

E.A. Fussell

05/05/2018

Puppets

Intelligence can reflect extreme ignorance. Young people think they are freely beating their own drum and fail to see they are actually tools being manipulated by the highest puppet masters in existence today.

Invisible strings of manipulation stretch across the globe intertwining media, education, social platforms; distorting perception, inciting mass demonstrations. The puppet master will use anything, race, guns, children, anything that can fuel the fire and divide a country.

America has been notoriously soft on children, what better way to wreak havoc on our nation than to incite the educated ignorance of our young people, manipulating them into a mass of ridiculousness that no one will be stern enough to reprimand for fear of being too hard on the children. So, the educated ignorant continue to argue against the very thing that was put in place by our forefathers to protect them.

Well played puppet master, well played.

E.A. Fussell

03252018

Show Me

Big City

Small Town

What did You create me for?

Building

Writing

Traveling

Healing

What is it You want me to do?

Who is it You want me to be?

Contractor

Artist

Author

Masseuse

Ultimately it doesn’t really matter

As long as You’re around

You are the only One

Who has never let me down

Guide me Lord

Show me

How to make You happy

How to make You smile

Even if it’s only

For a little while

E.A.Fussell

03242018

Lake Okeechobee

Dear Lake Okeechobee

I apologize

For our ignorance

I thank you

For your patience

Through decades of

Game playing

By federal, state, and local

Organizations

Arguing, manipulating, talking

So much talk

So little truth

Meanwhile

You wait

But how much longer

Will you be able to hold

Listening to the arguments

That are growing very old

E.A.Fussell

03232018

Packing

Me

Packing

For a work trip

To Austin, Texas

Isn’t what you would call

Glamorous

No vintage car

Just a plain work truck

No fancy luggage

Just a truck bed filled

With a custom forklift extension

And the trailer

Hitched behind me

Isn’t laden

With dresses of Tulle

All you will find

Is an assortment

Of carpentry tools

No stilettos or

Makeup can be seen

Just a pair of work boots

Tee shirt, jeans and

A tube of sunscreen

Sometimes

I long for a day

I can dress up in heels

Put on some makeup

And go for a leisurely drive

With someone I love

But that day

Is not

Today

E.A.Fussell

03202018

Books

Books

With worlds

Tucked inside your pages

Some fantastic

Some horrible

Some from the future

Some from long ago

Often

New Ideas

Challenge existing knowledge

When I crack one of your spines

And poke around inside

In my life

Love affairs

Have come and gone

You have outlasted them all

Ever tugging at my heart

Engaging my mind

Lifting my Spirit

Wrapped in leather

Paper bound

Digital copy

Or audible sound

Books

You seldom let me down

And when I dive into your depths

On a lazy Sunday afternoon

And you wrap your words around me

And your ending comes too soon

And You leave me longing

For our next adventure

I am reminded why

You are one of the greatest

Love’s of my life

Books

E.A.Fussell

03182018