Feb 4 2015

Sigh 1

I exhale now

In one large sigh

As though the world

Constricts my chest

Though I’m not old

Or saddled with

The problems that

The others face

I sigh and heave

My soul to light

And breathe it back

To weigh it down 

But once again
Sigh 2

The world at times constricts my chest

And heaving, I release a sigh

My soul pours out, weighed down by gloom

And left to air with sun and wind

I take it back with one quick breath

To weigh it down with gloom again

A sponge for sadness, wrung each day 

– theresurreccionofkevin 


2016 Dec 15, Thursday


To summarize my father’s latest lesson: 

– Hone your tools. Take time to rest, to sharpen your axe. Step away but make sure to come back, invigorated and improved. 

– Learn to challenge yourself. Whether you are retired or have a lot of work, boredom can be found anywhere. Mix things up, do things differently, and face the challenge. Challenges can help as much as they hurt. We can survive longer if we think of them in the first category than the second. 

After all, it is only with constant pressure and struggle that bread is able to be molded. And it is only with enough rest that it rises. 

Rise and shine, my little bread rolls.

– theresurreccionofkevin

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2016 09 29, Thursday

A bitter taste shall greet my lips

A kiss, I cannot think my first

To be this way, like bitter truths

I cannot bear to hear from you

And yet the flavor soothes my tongue

In search of new, exotic tastes

My face shall wrinkle with each bite

Before I smile in ecstasy 

From bitter starts come sweeter ends

Like love and life and other things

– theresurreccionofkevin 


If I was a chocolate bar I would be dark. 

Take a Bite

2016 09 12

Take a Bite

I want to taste a bit

And nibble for a while

The flavor floods my mouth

It sweeps into my bones

A taste, of what, perhaps?

Perhaps a slice of meat

That bleeds like open wounds

Or greens so fresh and moist

They crunch like money bills

That reach me every month

All this in bits and bites

For lunch, and so much more

– theresurreccionofkevin