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.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
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.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
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.
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.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
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.
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.
Monday, September 7, 2015
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.
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.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
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!
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!
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