No words…
Cardiac arrest.
Heart stop…
Blood clot…
No words.
Mind stuck…
Social bust…
Cussing… out
Fussing… now
No words.
Help required…
Call who?
Dial tone…
All alone…
No words.
The anomaly…
Very surprised…
Disheartened me…
My eyes.
They speak.
No words.
Farewell loves.
Skyward bound.
By myself…….
No words.

~The Wordsmith


Me Vs…

In this life, it doesn’t seem right, but

I’m an army of one.

Stroking to the surface of community, chest heaving, heart about to burst

And I discover that – I’m treading water

Gazing into the reflection of my own face

Torn apart by the ripples bombarding me from their receding waves

So I waved goodbye.

This train is leaving, and it has to no caboose.


The funny thing is – no matter how much danger a lone ranger faces, alone in his anger…

He faces it for the features of his people.

I’m an army of one.

It is me against the world.

Life has betrayed me a dozen times, chance feeds me its filthy lies, and I even been led down the wrong path by my own mind

It’s hard out here

And yet – I hear.

The casualties scream casually at me, blind to what they are really seeing, drowning in the depths of their shallow afflictions, only aware of one thing…

They need a hero

An anomaly.

And far from boasting, for I wish it was not me, they need me and I them, despite the naturally inserted friction.

I was trained for this war, and I can still recall the old soldiers’ wisdom…

Form the mold… or break it – but never become complacent.

I’m a soldier of one.

SomeONE’s gotta get ‘er done…

I could wait, wallow, or defer…

But what was ever gained, by denying oneself?

Helmet strapped, and sword drawn…

Bring it on.



~The Wordsmith

Work or Bust

Let’s begin the countdown… You see – I’m counting clowns.  Everybody talks good game these days, but once you pull their cards you can see that they’re Jokers.  Fakers, and haters, needing a beating by fireplace pokers.  This is a call to the authentic.  The horn is sounding loud and strong for those who have meant it.  I’m the Dealer and I’m calling the Kings to make an appearance.  This is the atmosphere.  Queens put on your crowns, so that the Kings know who you are.  Jacks, you guys manage the vision, be its herald, and make its content your mission.  For all of the numerals working hard in the system, work harder and get creative, so you can get to ears that will listen.  No one’s checking for a whisper.  What is wanted is you – just a lot clearer.  Shout it, dance it, sing it, rap it, whatever you do though make it as skilled as Michael Jackson and as natural as a habit.  The countdown has begun… Won’t be long til I reach one… When it’s over and done – which side will YOU be on?

~The Wordsmith

Cloud Full of Sunshine

Guess what I’ve got?  A cloud full of sunshine.

Most folks have rain in their clouds… but nope, not in mine

There may sometimes be sadness in my smile, but in my sadness there is hope.

There is strength in my legs to rebound back from the punch line of one of life’s jokes.

Call me right now… page me if thou must

The rumors are true – I’ve gone green – in God I trust

I trust that this is not the end of the road, and that I’ll not die alone

I trust that even though I’m in the fire… He wouldn’t put me here if I wasn’t gold

You see – my trust and belief are in higher things… helium dreams

Visions that don’t stare me in the eye, but snatch me off into the air like a gust of wind under a kite

Walk on water?  I could if I needed to.  Flex my own power?  Of course – the only thing I pump is the Truth

One thing have I come to realize…

In this world – the people are divided into two types

One type is absolutely out of their mind, and enslaved to the grind… Fearlessly afraid of failure, aware that they are running out of time

The other type is completely insane, with light on the brain, working harder than most, but not enslaved to trade… Matter of fact – they’re so twitter the way they trend freedom everyday!

If the only way to dominate this world is to be crazy… then that helps my vision not be hazy

I’ve already tried the first type, and it left my vision jaded, sowing seeds of self hatred

I’m still undergoing repairs.

Now it’s time to try type two… The vision’s in the air, and I’m flying up for the alley-oop

Guess what I’ve got?  A cloud full of sunshine.

It’s not the wispy vapors of wishful thinking…

It’s not hallucinations born of drinking…

This.  Is.  The.  Real.  Thing.

At least so I believe..

The fact that I’m already standing out as an anomaly is more than enough proof for me

When my sky rains, hails, and spits lightning at me…

My clouds of sunshine, shine ever brighter on me…

I really encourage you to try it.

You have to be crazy – that’s a given.

And you can always revert back if you don’t like it.

Go green.  Trust.  Seek light.  Work hard.  Manifest vision.  If you can think it… you can do it.

I haven’t even done anything yet.

But I do know one thing…

I’ve got a cloud full of sunshine.

~The Wordsmith

The Girl That Changed Everything

I must admit… I’ve never done this before.  Normally things move at quite a more rapid pace, and in my haste I’m left with mess on my face… But for you – I’m going slow.  I’ve never done that before.  Normally I just jump all the way in, and get what I can get, before I get kicked… out.  Now, now I know what you’re thinking, and your perception of me is sinking, but what I’m talking about is my nature.  No, no stop thinking dirty – my nature is flirty.  I ease in with the charm, and the smile, and the wit like you’ve never encountered before.  My tactics surpassed that of a small army, because the first thing I do is cut your wires that trigger your alarming, so that everything I do is completely – disarming.  … But I didn’t do that with you.  I cannot.

I am moving slower than ever I have in my life.  Of course I have projections, and calculations – you very well could be my wife, but… I’ve never done this before.  Befriended as a friend with no intentions.  Wants yes, and hopes of course… But my thirsty mating call has grown hoarse, and I’ve mounted a new horse made of patience and endurance… Except on such a beast there is no insurance of assurance… Which is precisely why I’ve never done this before.  I’ve been afraid to lose to chance.  Too afraid to be enticed and then abandoned by romance.  So I gambled with double headed coins… A two faced maneuver that allowed me to engineer my own luck.  But with you… I don’t want luck.  I simply want – you.

How do I win your heart in a genuine fashion?  How do I get you to risk with me and step on this magic carpet to fly off further than you can imagine?  I am plagued by the fact that I can see you.  I see who you are… and long ranging implications of that which you will become.  I prayed, and I sought, and the Lord has said that yes – everything I would put in a basket for a wife, He has pre-packaged and bought… by creating you.  I dare not say I am in love – for those in such a state do crazy things.  But how long can I deny that you are her I would lay it on the line for?  How long must I keep silent about my growing affections?  … It’s your laughter.

I’ve never done this before… not led with a flirting sword.

I pray that you will be patient with me, and be brave and step into the day with me…

If not then I guess I’ll just be here waiting… hoping for a new idea…

Because I’ve never done this before.

~The Wordsmith