The Raft

When I dream I dream that good overcomes evil always

And God is more than a hope of better times

And life is more than a sum of earthly wealth

When I dream I dream that I’m in a field

Of flowers that bloom forever

Where the voices of children whose hurts have been swept away

Into the river that flows into the center of the field

Returning joy and innocence again

to those broken heart-ed souls whose lives were destined to be harsh, even defeating and defeated

When I dream I see once innocent souls after living lives of sin.

Returning to their innocence

Astonished that they had been forgiven for all they have done

To deserve Gods wrath, instead they see the path they followed

was planned, never to harm another soul. but to heal.

When I dream I see myself at the top of a hill

Knowing I had done what had never been done

And how satisfied I feel. I can breathe again.

For this lifetime is now past , the struggles are over the hate is no more. the savageness has ceased to exist

And I can go home at last.

At least when I dream.

The Memoirs of a Stunt Daredevil Who Never Figured it Out

 

I published this after seeing a show about a guy who wanted to wrestle a wild grizzly bear in its enviorment to prove he could survive.

MEMOIRS OF A STUNT DAREDEVIL WHO NEVER FIGURED IT OUT

Have you ever tried eating soup with a fork? Okay before any half wit out there start devising a solution to the Fork-Soup delima–FORGET ABOUT IT. It’s a waste of time.I know I’ve wasted years and a lot of weight. Another time waster is eating jello with a hammer. All you do is break a hell of a lot of fingers. I’ve broken fourteen of mine and knocked Wally useless twice. And the guy who says you can eat rice with a boomarang can kiss my ass. I have only one tooth left and my mouth is eight inches wider than normal after the four thousand stitches over the years. I make the joker look normal.And I still have no idea what rice tastes like.I do get the odd craving for boomarang.Knife throwers same deal. Nuts.And that guy whose dream is to wrestle a grizzly bear. I QUIT.

THE SLAVE

THE SLAVE

A MAN WHO HAS A PRICE

Is a man who can be bought

A man who can be bought

Is a man who can be sold

A man who can be sold

is a slave

And what is a slave

But a man who has a price.

The Missing Link

THE MISSING LINK

Everyone should do something good to the best they can. What I do is cry. It started when I was born when I slipped out of the doctors hands and bounced off the ceiling, landing with a splat on my mothers belly. First my father fainted. Then the nurse fainted. Finally the doctor fainted. My mother started to cry. HELLO WORLD. I guess that is what you do here. So I cry. Boy, can I cry. I can make a roomful of the happiest people start bawling and they don’t know why. Let me give you an example. I walked by a delivery room at the moment a beautiful baby was born perfect. Relatives, nurses, doctors and of course the dad started wailing their eyes out and handed the baby to a panicked filled mother who thought she had just given birth to the anti Christ.

Happy New Year. It’s hard blowing those whistles when your sobbing away. I once went to a comic festival and all the comics now sell water products, Fuller brush, skin care door to door shell shocked and depressed. My dream was to become a news anchor but when I read the news I started bawling. So I thought I could be a preacher. Well the bible is not the funniest book you will ever read and the sad stories people tell you, well you know the rest. I tried being a DJ I was doing great till a news bulletin interrupted my flow and I started bawling so loud people panicked. They thought world war three was on. A comet was about to strike. Everybody had lost their dog. The beer has been contaminated. Needless to say I didn’t last. I tried golf. Every time somebody missed a shot I cried. Nobody believed that I was rooting for them. No one believed that I was their friend. Then one day I was at the doctors office and he had a grim look, I was about to bawl when he said Tom I have some very bad news. You are dying. And for the first time I didn’t cry. I felt peace at last. Thank you god you let me feel the grace of the losers in the race and I was blessed all along. Tom died laughing. And to all the losers in the race Tom just wanted you to know that you are not alone. You are blessed and walk with Christ.