Victors Heart Chimes

I tried to fit into your shoes and got crushed. We had similar sized fittings. But in the end the entity of your destiny was the end to me. A disillusion from a master illusionist, I wish and I knew, I could take on the challenge, of you. You were the answer to the ailing cancer, and thus in a room full of people, I looked to you and I looked at you. Assured that my feelings for you were truly expressed. I made eye contact, smiled and said, hey. Was I clear enough, in between the smile and the first syllable, the only syllable? Did I stress the importance of the essay I wrote on the letter H that glorified your smile. And in a captivating allegory captured in large capacity the confidence of the tender beam of happiness that manifested as your smile. And on page three where I argued my thesis, fully convinced your smile was a triumph of the human spirit. Did I clearly communicate the melody tied to the letter  E. A ballad, telling the story of you and me, and how it seems that ev...

There are more than seven billion people in this world! Another speck of sand in humanities Sahara Desert.  If I added up all the people I’ve truly known, it wouldn’t even be equal to a ten thousandth of a percent of earth's total population, but these warm embodiments of love life and light make up the entirety of my perspective of society. But with such a crushing statistic instead of being a grain of sand displaced, turned sadistic because the odds aren't in my favor. I use it as an opportunity for this eulogy to suitably define truthfully that the apple of my eye is in fact not a person, but people. If such a small percentage can reputably have a profound alteration on my reality, shift the tracks of my fatality, before reading about it on the front page, “sunday's tragedy.” Humanity in its flawed totality is the ongoing weight, a weight of great magnitude, that keeps me grounded and rooted, so I’m never lost for too long in the echoing cavern of this mind, lost in the...

Dear 12 year old, Through the bustling crowd of the holiday shoppers frantically filing through the aisles, we made eye contact, and fully comprehending the object of your curiosity, I turned away, back to my family, and then back to you. Inquisitively I glanced  to gain any clue into your story, and in what manner and means dragged you into understanding. We locked gazes again. In between both sides of my barely zipped zipper, displayed the the tender heart of my second family, my school shirt. The R-A-P and half of another A captured every ounce of your focus. You were as  silent and still as a statue, but the delicate shutter in your blink, voiced your every expression. I could empathize with your blankness; Caught in the hesitant and awkward tickle of tears as they began their descent down my cheeks, I involuntary wiped them, and cracked half a grin, my trip to  target was only for Christmas shopping, to relax my mind, and yet I leave feeling as if God's invisible ...

What happened. What happened to my brother coming home from his late night shift, bearing his weekend annual gifts, "Little Debbie" Donut sticks, two liters of syrupy and  sugar rich sodas. That Friday and Saturday night delight, where the only light was offered up by the TV’s changing flashing glow, and the only sound came from the rattle, rang and ping from the graphically designed guns, and the crinkle and crumble from the shrink wrap wrapped snacks that lined the floor. We giggled, chuckled, snickered and shrieked  to the point where I could feel a six pack coming on. What happened to the involuntary urge to grab all the clean sheets from the linen closet, and pin them up on the walls, make a kingdom of cloth and then on paper write about the stories the kingdom had seen, what happened to our only cue for sleep being when our eyes became too difficult to keep open. What happened to the football games that lasted all day, mindless of exhaustion, mindless of thirst, of...