Posts By mickholt

Truth Divides

You like to think that you have yours and I have mine.
What’s right for you is not for me.
There’s no absolute, only shade from a different tree.

Sometimes we bend, others omit, You say there’s degrees;
but the reality is, you just refuse to see.

No ebb no flow, no shifting light.  The final pronouncement
ends the night. 

Your guilt shouted down, hidden by volume, pride defends the lies you swallow.

Your hate misdirected, aimed at the sky; unjustified rage, mental incarceration.

You’re being tortured by your own head.

 It’s all just a lie. One that you believe.

The Truth is a gift – you just have to receive.

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I Cannot Be the Only One

 I cannot be the only one, can I?
I cannot possibly be the only person that is tired, mentally fatigued to the point where I simply do not care if I even get out of bed?

I cannot be the only one, can I?

Am I the single person on Earth that feels like his problems are not understood much less met with any kind of sympathy?

I am surrounded by people and yet I feel alone. I am alone. I am utterly alone. The solitude like a noose slowly tightened, drawing tighter, breathing shallow. My eyes refuse to focus, my limbs become rebellious; fighting to even stand.

I cannot be the only one, can I?

My closets friend has become my worst enemy and I am devastated at the prospect of the finality that looms. The hardest part is that I do not even seem to care. I am almost relieved at the thought that I may be done with that chapter.  The hardest chapter I’ve ever written both in it’s production and destruction.

I cannot be the only one, can I?

And yet, I am not without hope. Yes, it’s dark outside, but there is light – distant perhaps – beyond the clouds. I have a sense that it will all work out though I may not ever know when. I do not have to always feel happy, right? I do not have to, do I?

I cannot be the only one, am I?

Why Do I write? No, Really, WHY?*

I wonder sometimes why exactly it is that I write. Why do I spend countless hours in front of the computer stringing words together?

Why do I sit up for hours after my family has gone to bed or rise hours before they wake to get thoughts and ideas down on paper – or more recently – into some digital format?

I Won’t Forgive – A Poem

The following IS NOT me or my thoughts. Not that I have not felt some of them perhaps all of them from time to time. We all have. Only one person in history has gone through their life and not held a grudge, not felt bitterness, not forgiven. Even on the cross, Scripture tells us that when Jesus, “…was insulted, he did not insult in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten but entrusted himself to the one who judges justly” (1 Peter 2:23). 

God’s WORD Should Guide Our Choices

I can be a blog junkie!

I read several blogs every day. Some I go to multiple times a week. I read the  archives, the About page, I follow links to new blogs, I download and read the free e-books they give away – I have one too, by the way,  if you’re interested just subscribe – see link below – and I’ll send you the link.

I read the comments, the rebuttals and retractions, I read blogs with lots of sports action. I read blogs on religion and music, movies too but blogs on politics leave me blue

In God We Trust (Do We ?).

I often wonder how many times a day God looks down on me and shakes his head in haughty derision. – Probably, none or a million, but definitely one of the two.

I also wonder, at those times when he sees that I “get it” does he start jumping up and down like a father that just watched his son score a touchdown to win the game, only to be befuddled as to why I do not use my new found knowledge or as I am told Lombardi said, “…act like you’ve been there before”?

Small Beginnings Are Still Beginnings

I am not going to lie, I am nervous about attempting another Nanowrimo. For all the reasons I am nervous about being or even,  – calling myself a writer; I don’t feel qualified. Who am I to say that about myself? How dare I elevate myself to such a lofty place? Writer? You? “Get outa here kid, you go no future.”

No Idea What I Am Doing

Well, I’M BACK!!!!

Hmmm, that was anticlimactic.

If you’re reading this, and you must be, then you’re clearly in the right place.

Eyes OFF Me!

WhYelling Marine DI - From Business Insideren I was at Parris Island becoming a Marine, any time our Drill Instructors wanted our undivided attention they yelled.

Well – they must have wanted our attention a lot – because they yelled…

A LOT!

DO ANY MIC ANY TIME ANY WHERE

open-mic-nightGetting started in comedy is the hardest part of getting started in comedy.

Huh?

Yeah – you read that correctly. Starting anything new is always the hardest part but with comedy there are so many variables – you have to know where to go, who to know, how to write, courage to get on stage – sometimes that equates to stupidity – and the list goes on but the absolute hardest part of getting into this business is finding stage time.

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