love

A Lethal Force

Soft whispers
Soft spoken
Spoken lies
Spoken word
Word assassin
Word games
Games played
Games lost
Lost soul
Lost princess
Princess without a crown
Princess of Mayhem
Mayhem made
Mayhem driven
Driven mad
Driven wild
Wild adventure
Wild night
Night of sin
Night of temptation
Temptation without remorse
Temptation remains
Remains of sanity
Remains within
Within reason
Within your grasp
Grasp reality
Grasp her heart
Heart in your hand
Heart broken
Broken dreams
Broken promises
Promises the world
Promises nothing
Nothing changes
Nothing you can do
Do your worst
Do as I say
Say goodbye
Say my name
Name your killer
Name your poison
Poison her mind
Poison that’s toxic
Toxic hazard
Toxic love
Love is a force
Love is lethal
Lethal
Force

 

 

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Precious Payload

As though hung heavy the sun sinks slowly.
A brisk breeze bites at exposed toes with nighttime’s nip,
But are warmed well by the sun soaked sand.
As reflective rays dance upon water’s waves
A barge breaks the serene silence.
She anxiously awaits precious payload
As sea’s surf chaperons her husband home.

 

 

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A Gigi Post

 

Because I have been hard at work on Mayhem Genesis, I have not had as much time as I would like for new short stories or poetry. The book is getting there though, slowly but surely! I thought I’d let you guys know that I am a little distracted, but I am still here. When not working on my book, I get to spend time with this little guy. My first grandchild was born last Fall. He is such a wonderful baby. I adore every minute I spend with him. He’s getting big so fast!!

For his first 2 months, it was difficult to keep him awake. His weight dipped under 6 pounds after he was born. He had a lot of growing to do. It was exhausting work.

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As you can see, he caught up very quickly. He’s got rolls in all the right places now. However, he doesn’t seem to like the camera at all. The boy rarely cries, but when he does, it’s because you tried to take his picture.

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Thank goodness for the camera on my phone. He hasn’t realized quite yet that Gigi is snapping pictures during playtime. I watch him 1 day every week while his Mommy works. It is, hands down, my favorite day of the week.

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The 1 month photo by Weston’s aunt Alexis Hickman. The rest are from the Gigi Collection.

 

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Hands

The comfort of a mother’s healing hands,
Hers, to a child, the most appealing hands.

No one can pilfer her attention nor
Claim mommy’s heart like a kid’s stealing hands.

When all hope is lost and your strength is gone,
None console like grandmother’s feeling hands.

A life of wisdom lived without restraint,
Those were great-grandmother’s freewheeling hands.

If your path is clear and life’s light left on,
Thank generations of revealing hands.

 

 

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Shadows

I lived life behind secure locks
Within the limits of my box.
Bored but content, out of harm’s way,
I was complacent in the dark
Until you came and lit the spark
That chased obscurity away.
You started a blaze so divine
It penetrates my confine,
And keeps murky shadows at bay.

 

 

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