Trains roll on, stretched from a past so far away that even God doesn't know where they started. They stop my world and force me to think, to dream
Moving one car at a time, like the lives that touched me. Headed toward a destiny on a track leading out over the horizon. Stretched far into the darkness of what we could be, might be.
I see it move away toward someone else in some other town and I wonder if they will see in the train all that i see, and have the same thoughts and will they send their visions on down the line. A great living thing, carrying not just goods, but a emissary of memories and dreams.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Let it Snow, Let it Snow. Let it Snow
Seeing all the snow up north reminds me that I have seen snow 8 times in my life, that is 7 times too many,,,,,, the other time was a hoot.(Southern for a damn fun time). In 1980 we had a significant snowfall for Charleston. I think it was about 6 inches and like we do here, the roads were closed for traffic and all businesses closed for the foreseeable future.


Stories From The Carolina Coast: Poetry/ Four Beers, Three Moons and Way Too Many M...
Stories From The Carolina Coast: Poetry/ Four Beers, Three Moons and Way Too Many M...: Four beers, Three moons and Way too many miles She danced through his mind again as the time slowly slipped away Four dreams, Three wishes...
Poetry/ Four Beers, Three Moons and Way Too Many Miles

She danced through his mind again as the time slowly slipped away
Four dreams, Three wishes and Far too many smiles
It was her laughter that kept him warm, when the night hid from the day
Four words, Three tears, he Said too few worthwhile
He left her world behind and watched his sanity start to stray
The world was once a brighter place, of Cheer and Hope and Dreams,
With blue skies bright and Summers long and songs of loving Themes
Four more, Three less and Too lost somewhere in the fog
She danced away every night, through grey and dark and gloom
Four chances, Three lies and Too long loves broken cog
So gently he pushed her away in that Charleston motel Room
Four reasons, Three doubts and Too old to teach this dog
He walked away down cobblestones, he couldn't be her Groom
The world was once a brighter place, of Cheer and Hope and Dreams,
With blue skies bright and Summers long and songs of loving Themes
Four breaths, Three shots,and too late to use his guile
She danced her dance of love once more, as the music slipped away
Four promises, Three broken, and too long without her wiles
He saw her ghost slip from his mind, there will be no other day
Four beers, Three moons and Way too many miles.
The world was once a brighter place, of Cheer and Hope and Dreams,
With blue skies bright and Summers long and songs of loving Themes
R. Sweat
Monday, December 16, 2013
I HATE YOU GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER!!!!

Last night my wife decided to make fudge, but not just any fudge, the Devils own Peanut Butter Fudge. I am now suffering through a peanut butter hangover worse than anything Mad Dog 2020 could do. 3 lbs of fudge later I think I found the equivalent of the tequila worm about 3AM in the bottom of the last piece.
I HATE YOU GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER.
Another batch coming out of the oven. What do you say, "Hair of the dog?" Does that work with fudge? I think I have a New Years Eve resolution. Find George Washington Carver's grave and PUKE on it.......
Merry Christmas Y'all
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Poetry/In My Dreams, I Fell Asleep
In my dream last night, I fell asleep and dreamed a dream of dreams
To places where the dark night tide, rides trails of bright moon beams
I've run away and closed the door and shut the world away,
Where crescent light, guides my sight, she comes to me to say.
I haunt the dreams, you dream each night, when all your world is dark,
and whisper sweetly, words you love, one day we;ll never part.
Warm breezes blows across her form, she gently starts to sway,
Come dance our dance, with me this night, and in my arms you'll stay
We start to move as lovers do, when all the world is right,
When time stands still, and lessons wills, that test your very might
Don't look away, I begged of her, don't let sorrow fills your eyes,
For if you do, I swear to you, my soul will surely die.
We'll run away and lock the doors and shut the world away
Where crescent light, guides my sight, I promise you'll I'll stay
If dreams are dreams you dream at night, under summer skies serene
Then bright sunlight is the rising tide, that vanquishes your Queen
She fades away into the dawn, she sings her final song
I'll wait for you, I promise you. My love it won't be long
R. Sweat
To places where the dark night tide, rides trails of bright moon beams
I've run away and closed the door and shut the world away,
Where crescent light, guides my sight, she comes to me to say.
I haunt the dreams, you dream each night, when all your world is dark,
and whisper sweetly, words you love, one day we;ll never part.
Warm breezes blows across her form, she gently starts to sway,
Come dance our dance, with me this night, and in my arms you'll stay
We start to move as lovers do, when all the world is right,
When time stands still, and lessons wills, that test your very might
Don't look away, I begged of her, don't let sorrow fills your eyes,
For if you do, I swear to you, my soul will surely die.
We'll run away and lock the doors and shut the world away
Where crescent light, guides my sight, I promise you'll I'll stay
If dreams are dreams you dream at night, under summer skies serene
Then bright sunlight is the rising tide, that vanquishes your Queen
She fades away into the dawn, she sings her final song
I'll wait for you, I promise you. My love it won't be long
R. Sweat
Friday, December 6, 2013
Merry Charleston Christmas
Merry Charleston Christmas,
A time when we break out our Christmas T-shirts and shorts
String lights on the trees holding up our Hammocks
and pour a little Cruzan Rum in our Holliday Eggnog
...
The time of year when we make wreaths out of magnolia trees
Sing Jimmy Buffet Carrol's and mow the lawn for the last time this year(maybe).
Beach walks on weekends and nights just cool enough to make steamed oysters a treat, under moonlight that's seen a million nights just like this.
Horses decorated for the season, walk down cobblestone roads just as they did 200 years ago, as the scent of a dozen fine restaurants and home kitchens fill our senses with recipes both new and old.
A place where people still say good morning and Merry Christmas to everyone they pass, and Y'all is a term of affection.
A place in time, where Church bells still play the background music for our Sunday mornings as we drive home with the windows down as the warm December air teases us with a hint of the sea. Past ladies weaving sweetgrass baskets and our favorite Boiled P-nut stand, whose been selling bags of joy at the same place for the last 30 years.
A time when friends and family gather around seemingly limitless platters of turkey and ham, blackeyed peas and collard greens and everyone just knows that they make the best sweet tea in town. Another day and another night where our windows are as open as our lives, where the sound of laughter drifts out and mingles with that of our neighbors and for a time all seems right.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM CHARLESTON Y'ALL
A time when we break out our Christmas T-shirts and shorts
String lights on the trees holding up our Hammocks
and pour a little Cruzan Rum in our Holliday Eggnog

The time of year when we make wreaths out of magnolia trees
Sing Jimmy Buffet Carrol's and mow the lawn for the last time this year(maybe).
Beach walks on weekends and nights just cool enough to make steamed oysters a treat, under moonlight that's seen a million nights just like this.
Horses decorated for the season, walk down cobblestone roads just as they did 200 years ago, as the scent of a dozen fine restaurants and home kitchens fill our senses with recipes both new and old.
A place where people still say good morning and Merry Christmas to everyone they pass, and Y'all is a term of affection.
A place in time, where Church bells still play the background music for our Sunday mornings as we drive home with the windows down as the warm December air teases us with a hint of the sea. Past ladies weaving sweetgrass baskets and our favorite Boiled P-nut stand, whose been selling bags of joy at the same place for the last 30 years.
A time when friends and family gather around seemingly limitless platters of turkey and ham, blackeyed peas and collard greens and everyone just knows that they make the best sweet tea in town. Another day and another night where our windows are as open as our lives, where the sound of laughter drifts out and mingles with that of our neighbors and for a time all seems right.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM CHARLESTON Y'ALL
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