Year 2


2018 promises to be an adventure in writing. I met the first challenge to write last year. I hope to continue to be inspired.


Deniers of Truth Reject happiness within Grow sadness with age. © 2018 Gerald Ealy


Now is the time to seize the day To ignite the spark, To show the way. Now is the time to complete the plan, To help yourself, To lend a hand. Now is the time to break the mold, To forge something new, To create a story that will be told. Now is the time to rise above, To make your mark, To share and love. Let go the past, Let go your mistakes, Know that you have, All that it takes. To meet the day, And ignore the fakes. Now is the time to know your truth, To hold fast your beliefs, To raise the roof. Now is the time. © 2018 Gerald Ealy


Today the Muse is sleeping, Her spirit needs some rest. But when she wakes she’ll guide me. And help me do my best. Today the Muse is sleeping, I cannot find the words, I’ll wait for her infusion, I’ll wait for us to merge. For when she is there beside me, The words and dreams explode, I can solve almost any problem, With her I can unlock the code. Today the Muse is sleeping, And so must I sleep too, To energize my thinking, And succeed in what I do. © 2018 Gerald Ealy  
© 2018 Gerald Ealy


The devil on my right, Is the only one left tonight. He put a pitchfork through the angel’s head It took a tumble and now it’s dead. So now the devil whispers things, And in my head the evil rings. My idle hands begin to work, And infernal creatures start to lurk. Unleashing Hell is not exciting, It creeps in to lives without a sighting. Nudge a body into the street, Incite a riot in those you meet. Suggest some violence and provide the means, The world is not entirely what it seems. Shakespeare said the Hell was empty And all the devils are here. I understand the meaning now, And my heart is full of fear. I see the devil’s sitting there, Weighing the shoulders down. The fires burn, no lessons learned, The towns burn to the ground. Debauchery and sinfulness take root just like a weed, It spreads and covers the earth with every wicked deed. There are some bastions of goodness left But they are wearing thin. It’s only a matter of time before they to give in. The devil on my right is calling I can feel my soul, it’s falling The devil on my right is pleased I am now part of the disease. © 2018 Gerald Ealy