All Posts By: Byron McCoy

EACH AND EVERY DAY

There are many days I pray Just to find a little sense; In search of understanding to The greater point of this:   Love each other, everyone, However yours may show. Live the good.  Speak it too. Let your love be known.   Own mistakes.  Accept their ends. Then make another start; Living a better […]

FEEL

I feel joy greatly, hurt and pain—the same. I share the one, hold others in Until the first comes back again.   I write to let the others free In ways someone may see, and feel, Without thinking less of me.    There are times when I smile, Just to keep the other off. No, […]

A FEW DROPS OF WATER

            “If it had not rained in the night between the 17th and the 18th of June, 1815, the fate of Europe would have been different.  A few drops of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon.  All that Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz was a little […]

WHAT WE SEE

            I used to write with a focus for struggle, disillusionment, and loss.  Hardship and hurt were the lenses through which I wrote.  Hemingway wrote this way until he blew his brains out, alone, in a depression he designed.  Fitzgerald wrote the same, but in a softer light, until he drank himself to death.  Steinbeck […]

ONLY GOOD

I don’t worry if I’m wrong. I know my heart is good. There were seasons when I did, More than I ever should;   That left me broken, left me dark, Denied the good within my heart;   But such has passed and now I see, Again, the good that is of me; And if […]

TESTING FATE

            Why do men test fate?  Is it foolishness, destiny, or is such decided by observers only after the end is written—for better or worse—when what becomes of a definitive act and a life course after is learned and known, and we are free to critique the consequence of another on whom we affix a […]