"Remote Controlled" was one of my very first poems I wrote way back in 1990, when I was 14, over 31 years ago. This one's about my Dad and I... his alcoholism at the time and his verbal and physical abuse I endured. We made up years later, thankfully, and became best friends before he passed in 2019.
9.23.19 Autumn’s Wind (Poem)
She carried me over on a wild gust Of dead brown leaves and desert dust She handed me off to higher powers And doused me in her dirty smelling rain showers The ebb and flow of who you are and what you know Seem to fade away As soon as tomorrow is... Continue Reading →
7.30.19 Resonating Still (Poem)
There's an odd aura around him And his eyes are open but he can't see My Dad's not in there, I can't stop crying I feel his spirit wanting to be free Resonating, shining through He misses us already and he's preparing to leave, too. He's resonating still, here or there if you... Continue Reading →
6.18.17 Father’s Day (Poem)
Fathers Day by Brian Bolding You raised us You raised us so well At the time I thought Living with you was living hell You raised us You taught us to be strong I kicked and I screamed And I hated it all along You raised us up You taught us to... Continue Reading →