Tag: thoughts

Running From Ghosts

I begin to believe

In love again

Then

Like jagged shards

Of broken glass

Your memory

Cuts through my mind

We were young

So in love

At one time

Unbridled passion

Magnetized

Drawn together

Your voice

Your eyes

Your touch

Heaven

We had such big plans

We knew what we wanted

And we went after it

But we didn’t realize the cost

When we had very little

We still had each other

When we had everything

We lost ourselves

We lost each other

We lost everything

Hearts shattered

So badly broken

Now

When someone whispers

Passionately in my ear

Of how much they love me

And want to take care of me

All I can hear

Are distant screams

Of what it sounds like

When passionate whispers

Turn to hateful insults

And the sweet soul

Standing in front of me

Professing to love me

Wanting to share life with me

Cannot understand

Why

One moment

I am embracing them

As tightly as I can

And the next

I am running away

As fast as I can

They cannot hear

The ghosts from my past

Haunting me

Tauntingly

Questioning

Maybe I’ve never

Really been in love

I wonder

If we were really in love

How could we

Have hurt each other

So much

E.A. Fussell

11/03/2018

There’s Something Sexy About The Rainbows

🎼There’s something sexy

about the rain 🎶

Unless

You’re in Texas

In October

2018

Where it has been raining

And raining

And raining

And you’re a building contractor

Driving from jobsite to jobsite

Watching

Practically

Nothing

Get

Done…

Then Kenny Chesney comes on the radio

Singing about rain

And young love

In a field of sugar cane

And your mind drifts back

To when you were

In South Florida

In a field of sugar cane

Or down a dirt road

In an orange grove

And it was raining

And you were young and in love

And as you drift down memory lane

You have to agree

Sometimes

🎼There’s something sexy

about the rain🎶

E.A.Fussell

10/31/2018

Rollin’ A Smoke

My grandpa rolled his cigarettes. I can still smell the sweetness of the tobacco when he opened the Prince Albert can and gently sprinkled the dark pieces onto the paper. As a child it was mesmerizing to watch the process as his rough hands manipulated the delicate paper.

09/17/2018

Focused Thoughts

Man’s thoughts

Are like a thousand butterflies

Sometimes they are scattered

Distracted

Flitting here and there

Visiting a pretty flower

Then an interesting idea

Over to a fun activity

Back to a pretty flower

Having no real direction

But when his thoughts are

Focused on one thing

One idea

One goal

One purpose

His thoughts can lift him higher

Than he ever imagined

E.A. Fussell

09/09/2018

Come Play With Me

Come play with me

For a little while

Let’s see what we can see

Throw caution to the wind

Forget that we’re just friends

We’ll transform ourselves

From caterpillars trudging along

To butterflies in a beautiful song

Come play with me

We’ll laugh, and dance

Do something crazy

Take a chance

Maybe we’ll scale a mountain peak

Go swimming in oceans deep

Maybe we’ll explore castles and caverns

Or spend the night shooting billiards

In a local tavern

Come play with me

No expectations

No what-happens-next questions

Just two people enjoying the moment

Living life on a whim

Don’t think about it

Just jump in

Come play with me

E.A. Fussell

08/30/2018

No Sugar Required

One of my friends

Is always looking for

An old Sugar Daddy

Someone to

Pay her bills

Buy her gifts

Treat her special

But all she ends up with

Are young Splenda Daddy’s

Ones that can barely

Take care of themselves

I’ll admit

I’ve thought about

What it might be like

To have someone

To take care of me

But then I realized

I already do

He’s the Author of Creation

I’m the daughter of a King

Whatever I ask for

If I believe

I receive…..

No sugar required

E.A. Fussell

08/28/2018

Matthew 7:7-8 KJV

Time

Time

Surrounded by it

Distracted by it

Annoyed by it

Time

Rushes past

Drags out

Stands still

Time

Is an illusion

Is a mystery

Is so real

Time

Demands attention

Transitions

Ticks on

Time

Too much

Too little

Never enough

E.A. Fussell

08/28/2018