Partial truth hides, denies full truth told.
Full truth holds weight of what’s left unsaid.
Silent weight shapes what’s shown, controlled—
Mind only sees shadows of what it’s fed.
Seeing shadows of what the mind is fed,
Twists facts, reframes the story it knows.
Twisting facts reshapes words already bent,
Words half-bent deceive hearts that try to grow.
Hearts deceived by words left cold, unsure—
Partial truth hides, denies full truth told.
Three houses side-by-side savoring sweet slumber in the clear cold night.
Alright, folks, let’s talk. I know I’ve been MIA from this blog lately. But hold your gasps—absent doesn’t mean idle. I’ve been busy tinkering with a few ideas that didn’t quite feel like they fit here. Still, I figured it’s high time I gave the handful of you keeping up with me a little update….
On sleepy Saturday nightmoon’s silvery glow so-so brightI’ll kick off my shoesfinding barefoot freedom delight Toes tickled by grassfrom my sneaker less tranceas night unravelswarrant warnings of shoeless travel Beware the thorns, the prickles, the sticksfor splinters still stingwhere hidden dangers lurkand cut, slice, and nick Tonight’s cold, dewy, damp groundchill of the night’s frosty…
Details uttered. Dispatched. Delivered. Purpose: provoke. Prime point broken.
Empty words without worth. Context abandoned, spurious spirits sparked. Outrage assured.
I believed in ghosts who haunt and taunt, whose muffled midnight meanderings and claps and taps echo in other rooms.
If I were honest, the thumbs up emoji is my most-used icon. I have recently learned, however, that the younger folk find that to be cold and hostile. So, to avoid unintended hostilities, I will share a top 10 list.
