in my eyes

in my eyes you were goodness itself
i saw in you everything that i idealized

perhaps i saw through rose colored glasses
perhaps what you once were, you are no longer

has my vision become clearer
or have you morphed into a different creature

now i see only deception and unfaithfulness
the hollow, soulless shell of one i loved dearly

i steal a glance into your vacuous gaze
there is no life, no light, no beauty

the starkness moves me to tears

Sometimes I Really Love My Job or What's In A Name?

Sometimes enjoying the simplest little things in life can make a day great.

Today I traveled a scenic highway from Nacogdoches, Texas to Natchitoches, Louisiana (practically the same pronunciation).

Along the way I noticed a hair salon called "Curl Up and Dye" -

just past Lickskillet Road.

What a great day ... probably the best since I first came across Kickappoo Road ...

I would love to know the back story behind the name Lickskillet Road ... Kickapoo Road ... not so much.

poetic release

a treasure once hidden is now revealed
feelings find release in newfound freedom

a heart lies broken and bleeding
a quill drinks in the blood and the angst

a virgin page is sacrificed
the offering is exquisite, bringing release

reverently we watch as past hurts, like wisps of toxic smoke, drift away and dissipate