Water murky, sewage of city… don’t murder me because you can. Future murky, usage ain’t pretty… don’t murder me where I stand. Put your glock down for the knockdown, while the sun hides. Put your knife down ‘gainst my life now… the son again will rise. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– cloudy in los angeles –"
The voices of Spotify and street traffic consume my ears. The files of production crewmen and television ‘talent’ control my attention. Reality may lie, but numbers do not… it’s as simple as sunshine. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– d.j. works in accounting –"
Healing takes… acknowledgement. accountability. commitment. discipline. understanding. time. discipline. faith. strength. more discipline. awareness. courage. forgiveness. a balance of urgency and patience. discipline. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– ingredients for restoration –"
What were the exact words… what was the correct rhyme? ‘One must need to write… even at the worst time.’ When my mind’s defensive, quite ag- gressive on the field, my pen’s trying without lying to break each of my own shields. Alone in heat… with a chill in my backside, I cannot write… a single […]Read more "– when I don’t feel like writing –"
The goal is to love … atop the highest hill, on a valley road, breathe in the air that I didn’t know. The goal is to trust … like the California sun bowing in the west, make the blueprint and build what’s best, for I am a scaredy-cat, teeter on this or that, slightly in […]Read more "– my plan… or something like it –"
Strolling beaches in Venice, waves do call my name. I do see a miracle through the California rain. What mystery can be explained, be attained, when sustained by the men who dance on water even through California rain? My brown eyes do see the glory… My big nose does smell the ocean air… My soul […]Read more "– men who dance on water –"
There’s a bit of relief… between blankets and sheets. There’s a bit of an exhale… after the night has sailed. The day didn’t steal breath out of me, just came and went quietly. Now, my morning bird sings again, chirping on the 15th day, my friend. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– the day after singles awareness day –"