Breaking Bread in Vegas

Prompt| Prose Poetry

Breaking Bread in Vegas

Of all things remembered

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Sent to Las Vegas — city that never sleeps — mastering the art of coding and billing. Uncertainty at the forefront — to gamble my life’s earnings away. Maybe I tie one on — cliché to the core — drinking to a stupor and forgetting why I was there.

Flicking of cards — invitations to sin cities favorite past time — shacking up — hooking up with a thousand others before myself.

Time to kill — hours before diving into the deep end of frivolous to great absorbing — knowledge of practical application. Let us walk — starting at one end to the other — passing human statues — mimes and juggling fireballs — to the reason I was called to Vegas.

Hidden in the guise chargemaster’s scrupulous outlines by the state and governing bodies — simpler for of life’s understanding — connection with stranger — adopting as familial tune.

Two outings — timeless or hour and half for those keeping track — stopped by a homeless man.

Can you spare some change?

You hungry? First thing falling from my lips.


When was the last time he ate — thoughts floating about — let’s go in and grab a bite.

I can’t go in — they threw me out.

Entering with cash in hand — offering a weeks worth of food — content is what we both were seeking. Matthew begins shoveling without considering chewing his food.

No judgment — confirmed hunger sitting before me — life discussions commence. Sitting before a known felon — strong-armed robber coaxed to rising ranks of a local youth group — looking out for themselves.

Fuck! Why would you do that? Sorry — didn’t mean to slap you with the obvious. What is your plan?

I want to get into construction. I want to own my own company.

Nobody will hire you — you are a felon. Brainstorming with Matthew — go to a private construction firm — tell them of your conviction — truthful and upfront — grovel if necessary. Ask forgiveness once more — hoping to safely land on solid ground.

Chances are — under the wings taken chances — young man asking for a new start — welcomed into a hardworking family of similar folk looking to build an empire of their own. Seasons will pass — with dreams of owning your own — learning the trade — hiring a crew of others looking to make a wage.

Eyes welling — glisten of hope filling the room — Matthew collapses into the story before him. Digesting these words — with Nate showing up to share in these words — giving him the remainder of my happy meal.

Two strangers — coming together as one — sharing a vision of new beginnings — embracing like brothers never met. Parting — never knowing what became of Matthew — a warm memory fills my spirit — the city that never sleeps.

~Ani Po

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Great Mystery

Short Story| Awareness

Great Mystery

Little bird finds her song

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We all have those self-defeating thoughts — maybe it is just me. Like a roller coaster ride, as we have ridden before, up and down, thrashing left to right on a ride called life.

Some twists and turns are enjoyable, but others are less. Having ridden so many roller coasters such as loop de loops, corkscrews, thousand-foot drops, backward or even Mach one speeds. Do we become immune to or get bored of the ride? Just tired of the roller coasters. Not of roller coasters per se, but of the rides we have been on already. The roller coasters may no longer be thrilling — they have lost their thrill.

My mother used to tell me this story about a little bird:

There once was a little bid who loved life to the fullest. Flying from tree to tree, dodging capture and hunting for its game. This bird grew bored with her home, so she searched for greater things.

She flew to neighboring villages, even across the deep blue sea. Once nearly getting eaten by a shark or splatting into an old 65 Cutlass Supreme and riding — hanging on for dear life. Unknowingly to self, she was living to the fullest.

Yet, something remained void within. She no longer wanted to fly. A mother panther found her crying on a rotted stump upon returning home.

Bird didn’t want to get up, perch or sing; she just wanted to sleep all day.

One day, in the morning Sun, a message came to her. In the distance, she could see what appeared to be musical notes traveling in her direction. Feeling a vibratory song perching her chest, she felt a strong pull to the highest branches.

She flew straight to the top of Mighty Oak with vigor and great passion. A song emerged from somewhere Greater, “for this is why we sing.” Little bird sang every day with a discovery of the Great Mystery.

In her final moments, she realized she was a part of something greater all along, and with her final wish of being more like Mighty Oak, selfless and deeply rooted, She Became.

Our story is created in our minds, whether true or false, certified or make-believe. Everything is created in our minds. Some will tell of precise recipes, selling ‘how to’ or ‘fix all,’ others we will insist we take this or that to cure ourselves. Truth is — we need only be present with our thoughts, allowing ebb and flow. Acknowledging and allowing them to pass — or we pluck them from our trade of thought. One by one, re-creating our thought process, our daily Canvas, plucking and choosing which words or thoughts to affix Upon our Canvas.

Physical or mental — Spirit remains. Tapping into Greater, our physical and mental strain returns to the Source of All There IS. Single breath — It Is So. Gratitude for Great Mystery.

Some may find this in disbelief with words of a madman; truly I say to you I Am, and these are merely The Way of my beliefs.

~Ani Po

Thank you Diana C., Spyder, Ravyne Hawke, and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family for holding this sacred space.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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