I left home when I was eighteen years old. I moved to another state. I remember when I went back to visit for the first time everything was the same, but yet so different (even though I hadn't been away but a few months). I couldn't find any friends, nobody was at the usual hangouts. I felt like nobody knew who I was. I learned quickly that once you leave home, you can never go back. We change as does our perspectives. I was ready to go back to my new home. Do you remember when you moved away from home? How it felt to go back to your hometown after being gone a while? The video below is for all of us who could never go back. Listen to the lyrics, it really sums up how I feel. Feel free to subscribe and have a good day.---Keith
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This article http://goo.gl/6hK1GZ is an interesting article on the cause of addiction. Many people have no understanding of the disease part of addiction, or what goes on in the brain of an addicted person. Do you think addiction is a disease? What are your thoughts on this article? Feel free to subscribe to my blog and have a good day.---Keith
In my twenty plus years working in the addiction field I have seen many babies cry for their mother's and father's who weren't coming home. I have seen many children waiting and waiting for their parent's only to have their hearts broken because the parent was to high to fulfill a promise they made to their child. The poem below is written about those children. What are your thoughts on this? Fell free to subscribe and have a good day.---Keith
Baby Cries” By Kelly Darrow Lying in his crib soaked in urine hour after long hour, a baby cries into the darkness of the night for his mother who ain’t comin’ home. Wanting to feel her caress his head, he aches for her touch. Just once to feel her hands and to be loved. Years pass by quickly. Granny has always been there. He is a lucky boy to have her. Sean is now ten, postman at the door. A letter addressed to little Sean from his mother, she’s busted and lonely wanting to see him. Mother scared and soul soaked in booze. She wants to caress and hold her baby boy. Someone to love just for a moment. She’s coming home and he can’t wait. She arrives a week later and loves him for a day. He wakes one rainy morning to find her gone away. He don’t know what he did, but blames himself as he always has. Mother has gone once again. Granny says, “Baby it’s not your fault.” My writing is going well. My novel Shop Side should be releasing soon at Fountain Blue Publishing. I just finished my second novel, and hopefully it will be accepted for publishing. I have two short stories set for magazine publication in the August and October 2015 issues of cc&d magazine. As of late I have been writing poetry which is my passion. Below is an excerpt from my soon to be released novel Shop Side. Tell me what you think? Have a good day and feel free to subscribe. Keith
In West Memphis for seven weeks, here I sit parked out in front of Kaley’s store trying to get the guts to walk in and say… well, right now I haven’t a clue what I will say. Look at that, Ray Mathis is going into the store, fucking redneck. That man has never liked me, and I don’t like his ass. I remember him telling Kaley she married a fag, and then he would laugh his redneck laugh. Ray was wrong; I am bi, not homosexual. He and Kaley’s father used to run together, both were rednecks, and closed-minded, a typical mindset for people in this area. Ray is so full of fucking shit he fucking stinks; I never believed a word that guy said. My guess is he’s probably sitting there in his chair right now telling this tall-tailed bullshit about something magnificent he thinks he has done. That dick has never done shit as far as I know. This is my third time parking here watching Kaley’s store. I sit for about an hour and then drive off like a coward; maybe Ray is right I am a weenie. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Kaley, I’d like to see what she looks like before I go in to the shop. All I need to do is park out here at closing and I can see her come out, but I am scared. This article http://goo.gl/sRFGG8 is funny, yet true. Any of you who go to the gym surely have run across at least two or three of the people in this article. They are in every gym in every town across this land. Are you one of them? it's OK to admit it (lol). Have you seen any or all of these types in the gym? Have a good day and feel free to subscribe to my blog. Keith
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AuthorKeith Kelly currently lives in Rio Rancho New Mexico. Archives
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