Up in the Air

Flying high above the lands, over the clouds, deep into the night watching the earth below. What are they thinking? The lights twinkle, shine, pulse, and shimmer. Oh, how they illuminate the land of parking and shopping, creepily, hauntingly, and sickly. The lights all of the lights! Worshiping the lights that's what they do.

Down the paths of the psyche

I've walked, paused, then walked some more...walk on, you brave one. Fly away with the accusations against you, fight, fight the damnable tides of sedition. You must be strong, stronger than the ones who seek to break you. Fight, I say! Fight, fight for your sanity. You are who you are. The past controls nothing, it is gone, a dream, a mirage that lingers heavily on the consciousnesses. Move on, move on, fight and fight again to recitfy your sanity. For in your sanity, the peace, the virtue, the promise is alive. Better days have passed and better days are yet to come.

Laughing at the hyenas, crying at the sunrise

Take me back to your shack, the one by the creek, the one with the still nearby, the one with the rusted roof...I miss that shack, it was a lovely ruin, melting slowly back into the woods becoming one once again with the elements.

The mornings scream HELLO!!! at me, wake up, wake up, wake up? I revel in the serene beauty of the evolving/changing/chameleon colors, black becomes blue, blue becomes yellow, orange burns into red and pick, and yellow turns back into blue. It shimmers, the sunlight mixing with the moonlight on the surface of the water, disturbed by the ducks and the geese. The distant stars disappear and the nearest star appears fiercely blinding my image.

He's quiet, he's shy and unassuming, he wants for little. He's just a cat trying to find his way home. Oh, to be like his namesake, Prima. Will he live up to it? Will I?

Are we going to be friends? She asked? Why?
    It's all probably a mistake, just a dream that explodes into thousands of shards of mirror when we wake, painfully.
Oh, it is just a dream and an illusion. An illusion of peace that is wished and wanted. Peace be to you and be to all. Thanks.

who I am

I realize day after day, that I am who I am. Yes, I can change the way I look on the outside, a haircut, a tattoo, a piercing, new clothes, a new address, a scar, a bump on the head, and yet I am still the same person. I change because I want to be a better person, yes, I have changed, hopefully we all do. So, if you are wondering about grammar, well, it's not my strong point but I do work on it.

Where were we? Yes, change. I've changed, older, check, gray hair coming in, check, other issues, check. But that's okay. I am who I am and mostly I'm good with that, yeah, there are things I want to change and I do work on that, really! So, how do you do?

It's a big weekend coming up. It's good, I'm happy and I'm glad, things are going good. Until next time, thanks.

And the letter E.

Happily Ever After...

Once upon a time there was a little boy. He wanted the world, he wanted the moon, the stars, and the universe. He played in the mud and played in the snow. He played in the woods and the streets, he threw paper airplanes all around, landing here, there, on the roof, in trees, and even in the creeks. The little boy wondered and wondered, if, and why. Always with the questions, constantly with the questions, why, how, what, and why for? 

Why for? Exactly, only wanting to know it all and understand it all. So, what did he do? Dream and dream and then dream some more...Because that's what dreams are made of.

Geese, Ducks, and water

The view from where I stay. It is watery, it's falling apart, and the geese and the ducks do not seem to understand the no trespassing sign. They probably just can't read.

And off they go for a swim.  So, that's what I'm writing about today in my blog, exciting, riveting, and revealing.
Thanks, have a good day.

The Day is Done

And now the day is done, so I've faced the final curtain...

Oh, well, it's been a day, made a mess, made a nest, finished some things for the upcoming art shows but today, we've got letters! Letters! Lots of Letters! 

Gray is as Grey does

Apparently, gray is what I am, I've been called this and yet I do not know what it means. Am I dull? Boring? Possibly, but maybe it's an easy way out. I've never really thought of people as colors, I've been told my aura is green when I'm in a good mood and not as vibrant when I am sad, mad, or just not there. Well, I embrace who I am be it gray or purple. I am who I am.

It has been a good year, I've had a wonderful time with some great people and I wouldn't wish that experience and time away. But sometimes, things don't work out, and as hard as it can be sometimes, it has to be, no one ever said that this was going to be an easy journey. 

To the few readers, goodnight and maybe we will talk later. Thanks

The Sun also Sets

I look west and I think of your. I look west and see the sun set, pink fluffy clouds, orange skies, and the lone tree silhouetted by the darkening sky. I look to the west and I dream of better days, sadness forgotten, hope restored, and life anew. I look to the sky to energize my soul and my depth.

Thanks

We know the Kitty

Once upon a Time there was a cat, not a particularly great looking cat but a nice and decent cat. He was a tuxedo kitty with no name, so crossing the desert with him was out of the question. He needed a name, Tuxie was out, as was Tuz, so it had to be Louie. And we say oui, oui to Louie!
Out in the yard out in the grass was Louie and his mom, lounging, laying, and playing. "Meeew," said Louie, he was a quiet and small one but he was patient and kind like any good kitty could be.
Down the driveway we went with Louie, checking the mail, walking to the water, wading in the water I went but not Louie! No, no not Louie, he was quite content to be a dry and dirty kitty, rolling in the dirt and the leaves. So, off to tomorrow, and off to the park we went with Louie.

creatIvitY

Sometimes, yes, sometimes, I feel bad for people that are not creative, but then we are all creative in our own ways. What is creativity? Depends on who you ask, I think that it is the ability to solve problems and look at things in a different way. Oh, well, what does it ultimately matter?  Any who, hope you are well and things are going good for you all, peace be with you. Later

A Tree and a Vase and a Fly

A Vase

A fly

A Christmas Tree

Of course a tree in January.