Cramping in my hand
I recall my weathered past
Grasping memories.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/22/24

Cramping in my hand
I recall my weathered past
Grasping memories.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/22/24


The tunes we built in our heads
Are those we’ve played over and over.
The creation of the negative images,
Born from words of others we’ve fended off,
Snuck back into our heads,
And hid away,
Camouflaged, in Continue reading

Though death has sought me
Several times at least.
I’ve prevailed as my will has possessed my strength
I’ve not let death decide my end,
While my decisions, and God
Have provided me a home on earth.
The distance to heaven is but a blink or Continue reading