I must apologize
to all of you wonderful followers I have not been on site for some time.
I have been
on a rollercoaster ride. I took a two-week
vacation on beautiful Lake Michigan, the two cabins were quaint and they transposed
me back to 1950. My family just thought
they were old! I was quick to say that
at $1,000 per week they were “charming” and old.
was fun to watch the family goes boating, skiing and tubing; I sat near the
dock and worked toward finishing my latest poetry book, which is now on
Amazon.com. After the two-week rest, I
found myself back in the hospital; a liver problem, no it was not cause by
drinking. I was prepared to come back to
Wordpress and made yet another stay in the hospital when my sugar levels
spiked. It appears that “600” is not a
good number; I dodged another bullet cheating death, stroke or both.
Oh, by the
way…Mason my four-legged companion does not like it when I am away, he pouts and
I hope that we will not be torn apart for some time.
currently on R&R, this diabetes problem has set me back and I am working on
a new book of fiction. What good is it
to sit or lay around if you cannot accomplish something? I did a drawing of the countryside, birds and
all; I may try to get out the watercolors.
Thank you so much for continuing to visit The Last Chapter…your support is greatly appreciated.
My latest book “A Passage into Madness… A State of frenzied Activity.
This book of poetry has been ten years in the making; my daughter passed suddenly; my mourning has been hidden within the pages of life my pain constant. I found myself in a place of inner darkness, the threat of madness crouched above me; and it does not go away. I was in fervor to put the word down; what begin as writing, an accounting of me, turned quickly into “Poetry”. I felt like my spirit wanted the accounting, an apocalyptic writing begin; an it closed with shocking revelations into my personal life.
Existence in a world of encircled souls, scene after scene, day after day, the element of life less valued is the future. The environment, and promises that reveal nothing, the past descends like toxic rain from the polluted sky, washing away all dreams.
The ghost of youth would go chanting within the soul, their paths blocked, evil spread across the landscape of the homeland. Loneliness limits love and happiness; break out of your bondage of lies, always alert, always moving toward the future. If one stays shrouded by the abundant solitude, then there is no escape.
of the aging body has disappeared, shaded looks from an old lover causes the
soul to cry. An enemy is not kind, as
both beauty and strength begins to decay. Time engulfs the aged, suddenly life
changes in every way.
Of youth, we dream, while youth and old ages begin to entwine. The past is gone there is no future; the years have gone by so quickly, we weep. The days are long, were we ever young? This crumbling body one cannot change. The last chapter where we live in, the past, the present brings weary pain.
Suffer, feeble, remembrance hidden deep within our minds. Emotions felt, life has not been kind. Frozen in time, ghost of ourselves, there is nothing left to tell. It is the last stage of life, some wait for Heaven, while others continue to live in hell!
Books located at Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.com
Flying with Broken Wings is about the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did knew there were many facets to her life. the book tells of fifty-two-years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby and young girl she was made fun of by school children, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought Cerebral Palsy, Living with Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. Charlotte lived not only with herself but she endured the “Voices” that lived within her for over thirty years. This book is about her beginning, her middle and the end of her life.
Insightful. You are neither a coward nor a saint, your
thoughts are clear, you have a plan and you are open to change. This will never take place because there are
times when you live in that “Superficial Place”, where no one can get to you,
where no one knows you, where you are not bothered. There is no place to flee; flickering
thoughts dash across your mind; you ask the question, was you
born too early in the Earth’s period of time, or maybe too late. At night you dream of heaven, travel from
star to star, there is no plan. You wish
that you could live in that dark realm, there looking toward Earth. Heaven may
never be opened t, nor Hell; this is the dream, the darkness of night, it was a
strange descent into reality.
that you will dwell is not for the faint hearted, it is on this path that truth
will be open to you. There are no more
delays to this life; there will be no more unspoken words. The only drama you know is truth. Travel forward on this hard and dreadful way
within the circle of Earth.
birth, the process of growing older, and dying, the lifecycle travels quickly
and then the final chapter written. There
are no exceptions, an age and date separates all living beings. My strength lies in the middle developing a
sense of self…we bloom or we lay in waste with the fading of seasonal
growth. Deep within there is a
remembrance and emotion deeply hidden in the heart, quiet. You may be a ghost of what you once were…but
you are still a living being and the world applauds the reason for your birth.
Although most doctors recommend a non-drug treatment for depression and hidden emotions, that was not the case for me; drugs was a necessity. In the many stages of depression I deal with there are countless emotions. I have only recognized and speak openly about these emotions in recent years; it began when I was in my pre-teens; my mother called me moody and my daddy never argued with my mother. My emotions rang from inward fear, anger, grief and shame. However, I was never allowed to talk about any of them. In the Deep South during my younger years I would hear talk of neighbors and classmates being placed in asylums, I learn quickly to suppress my feelings. My emotions were unbearably painful. We learn as both children and adults, “Don’t be so emotional! We are taught two extremes: either hide or act out emotions. I chose to hide mine.