Leaflostandconfused

     It was a relatively easier day. It was the slow season but they upped the pace they wanted without the personnel we needed to run that fast. Somehow they had scraped together two extra guys to get the work done in our area and that's what made my day easier. All hands were on deck with even some of the bosses working the floor to get the work done.     At around the end of the day the people in the next area over were struggling. Their help from earlier had had to leave to take of another area’s problems. We had a bunch of units stacked up around where we worked on carts ready to be moved into the next area that couldn’t be

    An early morning like many others. For me it started at around three-thirty AM. I was at work by twenty till five. Five o’clock is safety meeting, ten after five is start time. Things were winding up as they usually do, parts problems not and enough paper work done yet. Just the normal weekday work grind.     It was a while after six when it happened. I didn’t really hear it at first since I was running a grinder over a particularly stubborn weld trying to flatten it (I was thinking nasty thoughts at it for refusing to flatten out). Still I heard something and I stopped the grinder to hear it better. It was the emergency sir

     It was a day like so many others. Early in the day the bosses came through informing everyone that we would have to leave at lunch. There was some problem or another likely a parts shortage. They took a show of hands to ask people to run an inspection on the units in one of the lots. It was the last day of the work week so most welcomed an early start to the weekend. I heard some the guys say something about an all night drinking party. I wasn’t a part of it because I was a volunteer. We would be checking for a couple of defects the customers were complaining about. Easy money even if the temperature read one hundred something degr

White-gold light dances through leaves brittle-brown with winter's newly won wings. Comforting darkness please envelope me in an embrace as warm as a summer's sighing breeze. The sky's great illuminated mirror draws my eyes turning my restless mind from sleep. Desiring release from the waking world yet fearing the horrors that lie beneath the conscious I sit staring out the thin pane separating me from a view more peaceful than my sleep.

    Hidden in a house whose hearth has long lain cold, huddled against frigid air and crashing thunder a small monster sleeps. Resting after a day of destruction wrecked. The depth of feeling that occupies the monster will never reach that mask of a face it bears. It cries soundlessly in still sleep.    Veiled in the darkness laced with lightning lies a dreamer thought unworthy of humanity's name. Yet the needs within allow for very human dreams of warmth and comfort long denied. Dreams though always evaporate with morning light as the clock winds up for another day.    Frozen winds chill to the bone but a monster can't shiver.Weakness show

    Inspiration blooms in the heart a dream still lingers after death    awaken with a fright from a pain in the heart of lingering    sadness once thought gone

    Little bird in the blue gray sky. Fragile wings in that merciless sky flying far with such skill and speed you fade beyond the horizon crying for things no longer understood.    A mind that will not remember yet somehow comprehends calls, but can you accept what it represents.    Beyond the horizon on seasonal thermal winds your keen eyes search throat voicing a response neither confirming or rejecting simply asking. Heartless winds tear the path from sight sending the little bird spiraling down never reaching the ground for experience tells how one can soar even on the brink of disaster. Fading further you alight near the stars to clos

    A girl-child with bark brown hair and sky kissed eyes stood among standing stones waiting for a friend. She grew tired of waiting after a time and spurred by worry left to search for the boy.    From high hills to deep ravines. Up the mountains down to the plains. Ocean to ocean and the rivers in between. At last circling back to where she started.    Entering the wrought iron gate gazing upon the engraved standing stones when she sees a familiar name etched into the cold stone's surface. She turns and sees the face she so longed to see.    "Took you long enough"said the boy with red gold hair voice filled with amusement.He offered her

    Shadow beyond the light watching dreams race across a bright and distant sky. Some things are so far ahead that they are barely seen and so the shadow asks "What will it take to make them real?"    Existing on the brink yet wishing, desiring an imaginary hope for the future.    Pale shadow that reaches up and out toward the beyond, you come to realize what touch is the sky. Despairing yet willed to hope by such fleeting knowledge you give chase down a faded winding road.