MommyI used to beg you for a hugbut you didn't have the time,You'd shoo at me to go awaylike it was such a crime.So I would go out in the yardand bring a writhing snake,Hysterically you'd fuss at meI got what I could take.You love me, yes I know you dothough it was hard to show,Why your little girl was hard to hugI'll never k... More..
A Waste Of TimeEveryone wants to hear that people who go to prison are paying for their crimes, and being rehabilitated. The suggestion of rehabilitation within the prison system is in reality, meant only to appease society. Surely they must be doing something useful in prison, and learning things which will change their crim... More..
Solo On The AlcanThe end of tourist season was is sight. Soon the docks would be empty and silent, the ships would be gone for the winter. And after enduring one of the dampest summers in Juneau on record, we decided it was time for a change. Scrambling to find another job, the opportunity to return to Homer soon presented it... More..
True To SelfIt was never as simple as the image in the mirror, the person looking back at me, the person with whom I can't get along.When the road of life starts, it becomes a series of circumstances and choices, left or right. How often I've come to that fork in the road, weighed the options, and discovered how wrong I was. ... More..
Heart And SoulPoetry is the expressive selection of emotion, drawn from the torrent of life. Whether an expression of beauty or pain, darkness or light, it is many things in one. Poetry is art as deep as the musings of a composer, or one who stuns the canvas with his medium. It is art, breath, blood, and tears, the defining o... More..
Stone DragonsAmong us still they live and breathewhere earth and stone yet churn and heave,Tis where the stoney dragons dwelland rage within a fiery hell.Twas for a time did slumber deepso far beneath in mountains keep,The beast, the beast awakens thereand mortals dread that he should dare.Then shakes the earth in angry wakin... More..
The VisitorI awoke with groan and grumble,from my lofty bed did tumble,And from there did sway and stumbleo'er the frigid floor.In the darkest dark of midnight,dying embers glowed in faint light,Wind a'screaming of their sad plightsuch I can't ignore.At my trembling voice entreating,shutters broke and set to beating,Who would... More..
Cloud And SeaI lingered at the rockswatching the gray roll in,With the tide slowly inchingtoward my feet.But there will be no wavesto run from here,No little ocean treasuresto collect.The seagulls left mewhen the wind turned cold,And my lighthousebecame the headlight of a trainfar across the valleyof an ice encrusted river.Wa... More..
Night OutWaking from a night on the town,can't get up, I'm stuck in down,Still drunk, ears ringing, and what's that smell,wait, where am I, bars? A cell?Hey! Hey! What happened to me?Blood on my shirt, how can it be?Hey somebody! The walls I can't take,There's been a mistake, oh god, a mistake!Silent observer, an eye on the w... More..
A Taste Of The SouthBeing born and raised in the Pacific Northwest gave me a special, and unique upbringing from other parts of the country. But then again, what did I know. I grew up loving the big timber, the rugged coastline, the best places to cross country ski, and of course, some of the finest sea foods and micro-brews ... More..
Cj Mitchell
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