Train of Thought Free Writing

Explosions of mercy that rain down upon me remind me of hoping for more than I have now somewhere in time you learn to settle for less than you deserve sometimes you find that what you seek is more than what you can find other times those things that you seek are not truly what you need what you need can be much more simple than what you might wish wishing and hoping is not futile as they provide you with happiness and joy but sometimes joy can only be found within your own mind someone once said that all that you hate will become what you love and what you loathe will become what you need the nature of addiction is such that it twists you and breaks up your dreams dreams are like mercy bringing peace to your soul I find it best to avoid those things which take control of our motives unless those things be pure darkness will shatter the strongest of minds given time you will find that your resolution has been chiseled to nothing and you are lost in despair sin is a tricky thing that makes you less than you could be so much less than you should be the devil will hurt you he will hit you where you feel you are the strongest he will cut you so deep and carve away the last bit of your humanity we are to be Christ like this is never easy but pays off in times to come a little suffering now is better than damnation down the road what does it mean to be pure and hopeful and joyful and glad where will you find happiness and the escape you so desperately seek for yourself the answers are found deep within the precious Word the things that you seek shall be found through patience and above all obedience.

A Poem

She entraped my mind and set my soul free to fly through the sky
Now she has me on a roll, as my heart it rests at night needing not to flee anymore
She has what I have been seeking, She's got my love racing to her now
Her love is a blessing that lets me know I can not run I can not run
The days fly by, oh it's so fun with her the sun is shining evermore
Sure there are clouds, but she shines through to the light
I no longer feel lonely in the crowds, instead I can stand firm in the night
I lay my head down and I can not help but smile, I know she'll be there for an everlasting while
She settles me down while making me love her like a wild fire
She is my flower she is my power child
She takes my mind and she rocks it around, holds it close and keeps it near
There is no need to fear she will surely surely be near
Oh my child my my my child
Never mild, always mine, always there to spice up, spice up my life

A Short Story

Joe was not a complicated man, well no more complicated than most men in an institution. Few of the staff really knew Joe's story. Joe had forgotten it long ago. All that was left for him was his daily routine. Breakfast and overpowered anti-psychotics at 6 am. Play therapy, the Legos really seemed to help his attitude, at 7:15. Free time till 10, the pills and Andy Griffith reruns kept him chillaxed most days. Game time at 10, don't cheat he knows when you cheat. Lunch precisely at noon, Joe loves orange jello. Pet therapy at 11, don't give him a bird.. and on the day drags till lights out at 9 pm. All was fine so long as no one cheated, birds were not involved and above all the schedule stayed in tact. Joe went years like this with very few incidents, there was however the two parakeets... shudder. After almost 10 years of the same thing day by day Joe's facility began to lose funding. Lost funding meant some patients had to be moved to other facilities. Joe bingoed and was soon headed for another place in another town. Chief medical officer Dr. Mazey was tasked with breaking the news to the patients. He coldly told most in clinical and orderly fashion... He saved Joe for last. He was afraid. genuinely afraid of Joe's potential reaction. Joe was a big man and before settling into his routine a decade ago, a terrifyingly violent man. Dr. Mazey cautiously walked up to Joe with several orderlies standing by. “Joe I have some news.” “We have lost our grant and have to move some of the patients to other facilities.” Joe grunted. “We have to move you tomorrow, Joe.” “I'm sorry.” Joe mumbled something unintelligible as Dr. Mazey walked away. Craaunch. That is the sound everyone described as the sound the good doctors neck made as Joe grabbed him by the hair and violently snapped him around as he tried to walk away. It should be noted that no one actually said that because no one survived. It was a massacre. Joe went completely berserk and destroyed the life force of everyone in that room. When the police arrived those from other parts of the facility were standing outside. The police headed for the room noted by the staff. There they found Joe huddled in the corner mumbling something about feathers and gravy. The dead were everywhere. Joe smelled the fear on the officers and charged Officer Hind from the corner. She shot on instinct.... Joe has a new schedule now. The grass is cut every Thursday afternoon. Every year on the date of the massacre, Officer Hind visits Joe. She leaves a flower for the man she never knew. His grave reads Joe Hind Lost Soul December 5, 1964-October 3, 2014. Her mother never told her about her father, she found out the very hard way....

Dauphin Island

Just a couple photos this time, no intellectual comments other than to say God is great!