Little Whisper

My todays tarry,
flaked, bright sunrises
to glowing, midnight moon,
tangled in an inevitable swoon,
constantly chasing the prizes
of the lives we marry.

Little whisper breathe,
and pepper my tired ear,
while frozen I stand in place,
I take my hand and erase
a wet capsulated tear
into its endless sea.

My yesterdays beckon,
remembering time forgotten
when all I knew was a dirt path life,
sometimes easy or full of strife,
while walking fields of cotton,
southernly, I reckon.

Little whisper shout,
and scatter the ashes around,
from a place where I lay to rest,
her head pillowed on my chest,
as heartbeats forever sound,
an endless boxing bout.

The smells I remember,
make my eyes close in peace,
and I sway in the passing breeze,
along with the nearby trees,
my hope, never cease,
my soul, my ember.

Little whisper tickle,
my ears until I hear you,
and stick by my side until death,
when my soul has no more breath,
the sky will remain blue,
until rainclouds fickle.

If my wings did not tire,
they would spread and fly non-stop,
from ocean to ocean, endlessly glide,
in the peaks of mountains, I would hide,
and watch sunsets as they slowly drop,
behind horizons orange, raging fire.

Little whisper of mine, me cover,
like a blanket fresh from the dryer,
warm to the touch like mother's milk,
brushing my skin like lukewarm silk,
unlike any drug, taking me higher,
because you are my secret lover.

We spin a worn wheel,
traction we seek when slick,
and sometimes we find ourselves stuck,
in life's ragged and sticky muck,
as it plays our mind, a trick,
until we no longer feel.

Little whisper, please do not flee
and guide me back to my beaten path,
coax me over with future words of vision,
cut me open like a fresh bladed incision,
multiply my ways like arithmetic math,
and help my eyes so they may see.

There are many things I miss
as I watch them walk hesitant depart,
my heart beats wounded and flawed,
through the mud in life I crawled,
on this journey when I did embark,
out of the dark, hopeless abyss.

Little whisper, where were you,
when I was lost in my fear of the now,
when my world crumbled into a collapse,
when my mind turned me and I relapsed,
on my knees, I could not humbly bow,
a single prayer that was true?

I look up at the cold night skies,
a twilight covered with frigid stars,
wondering where the twinkles call home,
wanting them to call my pocketed phone
so I could finally be where they are,
like the flicker in my blue eyes. 

Little whisper, please don't shout,
I may ignore but no fault of your own.
I am a mere soul wandering this plane,
standing and waiting on a late train
to arrive and shake my inner bones,
as well as my clouding doubt.

Where and what will I forever be
at journey's end, when I do arrive
at the place I constantly search to seek,
my countenance scarred tenderly meek,
when all I do is fight to survive,
the fathom of life's deep sea.

Little whisper, you, I command,
floating about on clipped wings.
I may not fly as high as other royal birds,
but I know my worth, I watch my words
as I publicly recite, ready to sing,
on this stage, forever, I stand.

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In the last podcast of vernontalks Season 2, I welcome everyone back after a summer hiatus and reveal intimate details about the premiere of my second short film titled "Inside Out", the ending sequel to my first short film, "Upside Down". (both films can be located on my YouTube page '3 Castl3s Film').   After a year in which I : severely injured my foot in a work related accident in March, sold our home in July and moved a state away for a better job opportunity, then moved us back due to certain issues that arose and me securing a better job for me and my family back in our home state, needless to say I have a lot of things to chat about and discuss when it comes to life and its curveballs.  I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels this way and can only imagine the stories all of you could share with me.   Not only do I inspire myself by getting some verbal weight off my shoulders, but I hope my level headed revelations have some way of inspiring others who may be listening to my words.  I ask myself 'where to go from here?' and seriously contemplate out loud where that direction may be me for my life and my art (  Where does destiny leads us if we let her? I guess there's only one way to find out.  I appreciate all of you. I hope all of your dreams are coming true. I hope you have great mental health and are in a place in your life where you are happy and content. Your time means the world to me, and I hope you never, ever feel like you are walking alone in this life.  You are not.  Trust me!
  1. Where To Go From Here?
  2. Don't Look Down
  3. Going Forward
  4. My Short Film Premiere
  5. I'm Not Happy
  6. Dreamcatchers
  7. Make A Night Out

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