MILK JUGS IN THE MOONLIGHT

 

Packin’ the cooler for a fishin’ trip,

Vienna sausage, pork and beans, and a little dip…

 

Chorus

Milk jugs bobblin’ in the moonlight,

Look like things are startin’ to get right!

Hush puppies, coleslaw, and fried catfish—

To a country boy, that’s a gourmet dish!

Down in the cattails, an old bullfrog croaks,

Singin' a song to the river-bottom folks…

 

Chorus

Milk jugs bobblin’ in the moonlight,

Look like things are startin’ to get right!

Hush puppies, coleslaw, and fried catfish—

To a country boy, that’s a gourmet dish!

 

(Yeah that’s right)

(Just a country boy)

Hm-mm-mm mm-mm-mm

Out by the water with a pole in my hand,

Best little life in the whole wide land!

Yeah, that’s right...

Gourmet dish...

To a country boy.

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 9, 2026

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REFLECTION OF LIES

 

It’s Sunday morning, I opened my eyes

Then I begin to think of all the lies

The mind knows the truth if you must insist

Give me a minute so

I can make a list!

 

Chorus

“I love you,” the perfect pick-up line,

But not a word of truth comes from my mind!!

Passion dripping from my eyes just for you

And you know, exactly

What I want to do!

All the words I must’ve said

But it was all about getting you in bed!

 

Chorus

“I love you,” the perfect pick-up line,

But not a word of truth comes from my mind!

Whiskey loosens the devil ‘s tongue

Then the lies of a man have nowhere to run!

 

Nowhere to run...

The truth comes calling when the morning breaks.

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 8, 2026

THE WEIGHT OF HER NAME

 

The smoke rises from a cigarette

The heart is grip with regret

Ashes on the wooden floor

All these heartaches, I can no longer ignore!

An old black man singing the blues

Of all the time his mind was confused!

 

Chorus

Love was the blame

If you’d like I could give you her name

I sit here with whiskey on my breath

This loneliness is worse than death!

 

The guitar is crying my song

Of all the things I’ve done wrong

My heart and mine are always in a fight

Looking back, I can remember that night!

 

Chorus

Love was a blame

If you’d like, I could give you her name

I sit here with whiskey on my breath

This loneliness is worse than death!

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 7, 2026

Dear Future Me,

 

I hope whenever you read this, you’re sitting somewhere comfortably, taking a quiet breath, and feeling a deep sense of contentment with where life has taken you.

Right now, as I write this, life is a mix of moving parts—daily routines, ambitious goals, a few ongoing uncertainties, and the quiet moments in between. I’m working on growing, learning, and navigating the day-to-day decisions that shape who we are becoming.

Here are a few things I hope for you when this letter finds you:

But I hope you’ve stayed curious. I hope you never stop asking questions, reading, exploring new ideas, or getting excited about learning something for the pure joy of it.

But I hope you’ve been kind to yourself. I hope you remember that progress isn’t always linear. If things didn't go strictly according to plan, I hope you treated setbacks as detours rather than dead ends.

But I hope you’ve nurtured your relationships. The people who matter most, the quiet conversations, the shared laughs—I hope you prioritized them above the endless noise of busy work.

But I hope you’re proud of us. Not just for the big achievements or milestones, but for showing up on the ordinary, unremarkable days when no one was watching.

Take a moment to reflect on where you were when I wrote this versus where you stand today. Remind yourself of how many things you used to worry about that ended up working out just fine.

Keep being brave, keep prioritizing what truly matters, and don't forget to enjoy the present moment—because right now, it’s all we really have.

With love and high hopes,

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 6, 2026

A BATTLE FOR TRUTH

 

Look at all the times you thought,

What about all the lies you bought?

And all the battles you have fought,

When only truth was what you sought!

 

(Chorus)

Made to reflect the divine light above,

Crafted for community and bound in love.

We find our truth when we finally see,

You and I are who we're meant to be.

 

We sit and stare at glowing screens and never talk,

So tired and numb we can barely walk.

I wrote a better path on the blackboard with chalk,

But from the heavy weight of truth, we never balk.

 

(Chorus)

Made to reflect the divine light above,

Crafted for community and bound in love.

We find our truth when we finally see,

You and I are who we're meant to be.

 

Meaningless noise we let into our mind,

Then hide behind excuses for not having time.

It feels as though the world has lost its way,

Yet on and on we push this endless climb.

 

(Chorus)

Made to reflect the divine light above,

Crafted for community and bound in love.

We find our truth when we finally see,

You and I are who we're meant to be.

Yeah, you and I are who we're meant to be...

We finally see.

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 5, 2026

MEMOIRS AND BACKSTREET BARS

The house was quiet in the way a room gets quiet right before something breaks. I stood in the doorway with a half-packed bag, staring at the kitchen table where twenty years of routine had suddenly turned into a lifetime of memories. I didn’t know then that leaving would be the easiest part; it was everything that came after—the rebuilding, the unlearning, and the slow process of meeting myself for the first time—that would take the rest of my life. 

 

Memory is an unreliable storyteller, always rearranging the furniture of your past to make the story fit the person you turned out to be. For a long time, I believed my story began with the mistake that derailed everything. But looking back now, through the soft focus of time and distance, I see that what I thought was an ending was just the painful beginning, necessary cracking open of everything I had been holding too tightly. The smell of smoke from an old wood heater takes me back to the summer I turned ten—the year the world stopped feeling small and started feeling dangerous. Up until that day, my life had been drawn in neat, predictable lines. But by the time the leaves turned autumn brown, every boundary I had trusted was gone, and I had to learn how to navigate a life that had little meaning. 

 

I was somewhat a wild child in my younger years – payday and Saturday night was all I seemed to live for! Drinking and swinging the ladies on the dance floor was quite an adventure! A few drinks and I was totally uninhibited – I could have been on The World’s Funniest Videos! Crazy never needs an introduction! I’m amazed that I lived through it all! – In and out of relationships with no commitment in my thoughts! (Nightmares) of a crazy man . . .    

 

Now in the quietness of my mind the world that once was will never be again! I just laugh to myself and wonder how my world could have taken so many turns –It’s funny how we can rationalize or make excuses for everything we do in life! In looking back it all comes down to, what if I had zigged instead of zagged! But in truth I participated in all the decisions I made (right or wrong) The one thing I have learned in life is not to beat myself up for making mistakes –instead I just try not to repeat them again! So, the time has come to take inventory! I only have today – yesterday is gone forever! Now it’s time to count all my blessings and to be thankful to God for allowing me to live this long. Amen!  

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 2, 2026 

 

THE WISDOM OF TEN

 

My dad died when I was 10,

And I thought our world would surely end!

You see Dad was a preacher man,

And in the pulpit, he would stand –

“Please open your Bibles to Jeremiah 10”

Then, in a stern voice he would begin:

“I know, O Lord, that the way of man is not in himself,

that it is not in man who walks to direct his steps.”

 

Chorus

To the world, the devil will speak his word,

But the teachings of God are the sweetest things I’ve ever heard!”

 

“What we learned as a child will be with us when we’re old,

The foundation is more precious than gold!”

I look back at a time when I was young,

And I remember those golden words that fell from Dad‘s tongue!

 

Chorus

To the world, the devil will speak his word,

But the teachings of God are the sweetest words I’ve ever heard!

 

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your

own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will

make your paths straight.”

 

And looking back now, the truth I can see,

I don’t have to figure it all out for me!

No heavy burdens, no weight on my mind—

Total freedom without anxiety left behind.

 

Thomas Theophilus© November 1, 2026