Sometimes I have to rant about what's wrong to clear the air in order to find my way back to center where I can see what's right again.
I am insufferably bored I have run out of ways To express my gratitude For......................being alive Having enough Being enough Yes, I am grateful...BUT Lighting a fire under me Has become challenging. The matches are damp And downright wet And I am really, really Tired of making lemonade Out of a huge pile of lemons! Usually I am a self starter. I've learned to motivate Inspire and investigate Various ways to spice up Animate, elevate and Exhilarate my life...BUT I've simply run out of fuel! Upon awakening each day Greeted with sunshine Rain, fog, more rain, More fog, more sunshine Bored, out-of-my head bored Utterly, undeniably bored Tired, fatigued, spiritless. I have become weary Of putting on a happy face In the face of a pandemic That has casually wiped out Millions of people worldwide Plus trying to be cheerful about Our mother earth revolting. Turning the other cheek When hostility assaults Practicing forgiveness For the unforgivable, Choosing to love When I would rather Hire an assassin. No wonder I am worn out. For months upon months We have all been under siege, Attempting to sort out That which we cannot sort. A ravenous virus, fires, floods Blizzards, rotten politicians A world turned on itself. Hard to find the cheery, To keep smiling at adversity, Search for the silver lining, Put on a happy face When I would rather cry. At the bottom of a hole There is only one way...UP. Up to another day to create Up to reinventing myself again, Up above the clouds Up to brighter possibilities Up where the skies are bluer Up beyond the rain, behind the sun UP....to where I can breathe again.
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Last night I said, "Hello" to you 'neath the almost full moon.
As always a sweet exchange, audible from only one side. Feeling your presence as always, I wondered, as always I do, Is this me wanting you with me or are you really, truly here? No matter though, as every month, the moon comes full again. I feel my senses sharpen and my heart open to let the magic in. Here, a few hours later, basking in the morning sunshine, I am lost in the reveries of last nights gift of dreams. So often I wish I could be held just once more, if only.... We might have just one more chance to spend another night Deep in a space unchanged by time, unaltered by circumstance Where you and I might have that "One More Dance".....forever. I decided that I needed a place to post stuff that I'd just finished writing or painting or new ideas for things I'd like to work on in the future.
It's kind of a scrap book of things that I want to save so I can look back on it and catalogue my progress. I can post the latest things I've written so it can be accessible to those who want to read them. The things I create are to share. It isn't always about making stuff to sell. I have spent a number of years doing just that. I painted pictures and sold them. I wrote songs, sang them and recorded them, performed them and sold the recordings. Now I want to play, to explore and see what I can do to help paint the world a little brighter. This where I'm going to do that. |
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