Get me out of here. I wanna take a ride
Far away in a warmer place in time.
So cold here, just aching to see
what I can't fathom. HA, it's gotten hold of me.
Spots of silver, shaking through it all.
Moving along with little care in mind.
Come on by. Believe me- you can.
It is all here just buried deep before you ran.
So bring your red shovel and put me at ease.
Guide me to contagious laughs in pen.
I give so much more in return.
The fire blazes free, in the midst of the burn.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Here
So I have been told that I have an active imagination and should write a romance novel. Mmmm, I might one day. For now, I will settle for the inspiration that the short story and verse offer. Cheers!
Think of me.
Think you know me.
Can’t we just be here without anything to do?
Without anything to say?
We can be here, be here, be here…..
I don’t wanna think you aren’t who I presume you are.
I wanna believe you are who I think you are….
You will be mine today, and I don’t care about tomorrow.
I seek the thrill of you, feel of you, look of you, here…..
Sitting on the brink of absolutely nothing at all….
So just be here in this space, be here, be here…..
No fights, no words, no ill conceived notions of the day, come away…..
I am here, I am here, be here….
I am here….
Think of me.
Think you know me.
Can’t we just be here without anything to do?
Without anything to say?
We can be here, be here, be here…..
I don’t wanna think you aren’t who I presume you are.
I wanna believe you are who I think you are….
You will be mine today, and I don’t care about tomorrow.
I seek the thrill of you, feel of you, look of you, here…..
Sitting on the brink of absolutely nothing at all….
So just be here in this space, be here, be here…..
No fights, no words, no ill conceived notions of the day, come away…..
I am here, I am here, be here….
I am here….
Friday, May 27, 2011
Going Anyway
Monkey on the free fall
Don’t know where he goes.
Loving is the time of day
I always want to grow.
Make her, take her
Carry her away.
Love her, lead her
Say goodbye someday.
Don’t know where he goes.
Loving is the time of day
I always want to grow.
Make her, take her
Carry her away.
Love her, lead her
Say goodbye someday.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Beautiful Noise
Running frightened from the spot light, it tangles in the web of the spider where its shell rests. The abyss isn't far. The beautiful chimes look peaceful and sound grand as they sound off.
The aphids are no more when the wasp harbors near.
The bird flies away at the sight of a dog.
The bird doesn't peck the wasp.
The chimes ring again.
Oh, the high tones.
Oh, the low tones.
All together.
The wind blows.
They sound again.
And again.
And again.
It penetrates nerves from the inside and ruptures them.
Oh, how will you cease your sound? Can you not stop and love the quiet? Once more just quiet! Resting on the stone is a rose to cry a tear. The wind blows and silence triumphs.
The aphids are no more when the wasp harbors near.
The bird flies away at the sight of a dog.
The bird doesn't peck the wasp.
The chimes ring again.
Oh, the high tones.
Oh, the low tones.
All together.
The wind blows.
They sound again.
And again.
And again.
It penetrates nerves from the inside and ruptures them.
Oh, how will you cease your sound? Can you not stop and love the quiet? Once more just quiet! Resting on the stone is a rose to cry a tear. The wind blows and silence triumphs.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Litera... what?
Playing with an idea presented to me through literature:
Not here for you.
The graceful words come from your mouth and take me to another place.
I heard on the radio that a certain famous figure is just plain despicable because he doesn’t deal with controversy well and is acting like a child about it.
What would make you judge so quickly?
Getting something you don't want
And then taking something else to, in effect make the first thing go away...
Doesn't work. It's not an infection.
Saying where you got your coat just solidifies to you and everyone else that you got it and now, where you got it.
Clothes hide, clothes reveal. Can it really be that simple?
Ha, Saying that clothes drape our body to solely protect it is quite an illusive, incomplete statement.
It is out there now and you know it!
Its interminable hold on your state will release you one day. It is alright and you are alright, really.
Really you are!
We all have clothes.
Judgements are harsh from those who don't know and I know.
Life is as complex as we make it.
Goats eat grass and give our world so much more in return. Meh heh heh heh.
Clouds form above my head. A dark day and then, the rain washes away my tears... and I climb again.
Not here for you.
The graceful words come from your mouth and take me to another place.
I heard on the radio that a certain famous figure is just plain despicable because he doesn’t deal with controversy well and is acting like a child about it.
What would make you judge so quickly?
Getting something you don't want
And then taking something else to, in effect make the first thing go away...
Doesn't work. It's not an infection.
Saying where you got your coat just solidifies to you and everyone else that you got it and now, where you got it.
Clothes hide, clothes reveal. Can it really be that simple?
Ha, Saying that clothes drape our body to solely protect it is quite an illusive, incomplete statement.
It is out there now and you know it!
Its interminable hold on your state will release you one day. It is alright and you are alright, really.
Really you are!
We all have clothes.
Judgements are harsh from those who don't know and I know.
Life is as complex as we make it.
Goats eat grass and give our world so much more in return. Meh heh heh heh.
Clouds form above my head. A dark day and then, the rain washes away my tears... and I climb again.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Held in the Wings of a Dragonfly
Warm breeze through the air
Holds me in a soothing daze
Buzz of dragonflies
Zooming past my darting eyes
Calls my return and I rise.
Behold, now I state
Now is quite precious indeed
Embrace every chance
To raise your great, shining lance
And improve your circumstance.
Holds me in a soothing daze
Buzz of dragonflies
Zooming past my darting eyes
Calls my return and I rise.
Behold, now I state
Now is quite precious indeed
Embrace every chance
To raise your great, shining lance
And improve your circumstance.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Shiny Rings
Looking up with a smile.
The shiny rings in the sky fall heavy on the dewy ground.
There lurks about this ache inside.
Compels something more from the heart.
Give, love, share...
Share in nouns, verbs, prepositions...especially prepositions.
I presuppose a certain position in this world and turn it upside down for you to see everything in pocket.
Over!
Under!
Through this page!
Na! You wouldn't look, I know.
It's all about the shiny coat and easy, breezy time.
I ache to give those rings back.
They are shiny.
They are blinding.
They make it so hard to see the face - in front of me.
You wonder why I turn around,
Dart my eyes
And turn in circles?
Well, those damn rings are detracting from the beauty that IS you.
The shiny rings in the sky fall heavy on the dewy ground.
There lurks about this ache inside.
Compels something more from the heart.
Give, love, share...
Share in nouns, verbs, prepositions...especially prepositions.
I presuppose a certain position in this world and turn it upside down for you to see everything in pocket.
Over!
Under!
Through this page!
Na! You wouldn't look, I know.
It's all about the shiny coat and easy, breezy time.
I ache to give those rings back.
They are shiny.
They are blinding.
They make it so hard to see the face - in front of me.
You wonder why I turn around,
Dart my eyes
And turn in circles?
Well, those damn rings are detracting from the beauty that IS you.
A Guided Heart
Bits and pieces, I'm on my way.
Right this way, feeling fine.
Keep following your heart.
Bits and pieces, I've gone astray.
Not this way, change my stride.
Follow my heart, go back again.
Bits and pieces, it's all a mess now.
You'll be alright...walk away.
Follow your heart, to me.
Right this way, feeling fine.
Keep following your heart.
Bits and pieces, I've gone astray.
Not this way, change my stride.
Follow my heart, go back again.
Bits and pieces, it's all a mess now.
You'll be alright...walk away.
Follow your heart, to me.
A Pretty Picture of Words
Imagining consistency
And ladling joy
Giving it my all for you to just turn away
Thick-headed, stubborn
Heavy heart
Who the hell are you to say I'm insincere?
ha! not knowing is easier, less confusing
I get what you are doing, just go!
I guess it has nothing to with a growing heart or mind.
It's a race to be half good at everything? Buried in day to day? You say you aren't in a box?
Distant, spread apart, talking about the weather? Sticking to subjects on the surface so as not to offend Time....I mean, me?
This is not movement or growth or life. This is death. A death of the spirit.
Dig deeper, ask me. I will tell you the truth. This isn't your neck sticking out. Come on!
Wake up! You want to know more, look and you will see. You can't believe that everything you hear is just what they say it is...Words aren't always what they seem. Games, yep. Lots of them. There is more to this. There are agenda's-not only in the first person, schemes, wiggling into a life and back out again...
Is it too late to scream??
And ladling joy
Giving it my all for you to just turn away
Thick-headed, stubborn
Heavy heart
Who the hell are you to say I'm insincere?
ha! not knowing is easier, less confusing
I get what you are doing, just go!
I guess it has nothing to with a growing heart or mind.
It's a race to be half good at everything? Buried in day to day? You say you aren't in a box?
Distant, spread apart, talking about the weather? Sticking to subjects on the surface so as not to offend Time....I mean, me?
This is not movement or growth or life. This is death. A death of the spirit.
Dig deeper, ask me. I will tell you the truth. This isn't your neck sticking out. Come on!
Wake up! You want to know more, look and you will see. You can't believe that everything you hear is just what they say it is...Words aren't always what they seem. Games, yep. Lots of them. There is more to this. There are agenda's-not only in the first person, schemes, wiggling into a life and back out again...
Is it too late to scream??
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
CHOCOLATE
So what! Yes, chocolate is one of my passions. Yep! It is bad. If chocolate isn't in the house, there is always cocoa powder. I can whip up a batch of brownies in no time or maybe some frosting. Ooooohhh, don't get me started on frosting. Here is a babbling on chocolate:
Chocolate is the issue tonight.
I eat all of it in sight!
The problem you see
Is that it consumes Me!
And I don't dare to put up a fight.
(Sigh)
Guess I'll stop after fifty pounds
And a few dental crowns.
Yes! Life without chocolate will be horrible!
The thought of it, simply deplorable!
To never have chocolate around.
By giving in, I aid in assistance.
And lessen the chocolate resistance.
I really thought I could manage.
But clearly, It has the advantage.
Oh, this unearthly chocolate-eating persistence!
(woe is me)
Chocolate is the issue tonight.
I eat all of it in sight!
The problem you see
Is that it consumes Me!
And I don't dare to put up a fight.
(Sigh)
Guess I'll stop after fifty pounds
And a few dental crowns.
Yes! Life without chocolate will be horrible!
The thought of it, simply deplorable!
To never have chocolate around.
By giving in, I aid in assistance.
And lessen the chocolate resistance.
I really thought I could manage.
But clearly, It has the advantage.
Oh, this unearthly chocolate-eating persistence!
(woe is me)
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Little Surprises
In the corner of her room, she picked up the book nearest her reading chair and began searching for where she left off. She couldn't imagine doing anything else on a Friday night. Two candles aglow on the table, instrumental music in the air. Perfect.
After a while, there was a faint ring near the window. Looking at the clock revealed that two hours had passed. All five feet four inches of her petite body hopped up out of the chair and went to the window. She moved the Crimson lace curtain and unmistakably saw her orange tabby. The cat was highlighted by the porch light in the driveway with his bell ringing as he walked further toward the street. What?!?
She bolted out her door, down the picture-laden hallway, and turned the corner for the front door. What had happened? There wasn't one good reason he should be back. After all, it was Friday night. Six - one, blonde and built, this man looked shocked to see her. There before her was her security and sense of safety hanging in the air. This man, by standing there had just ripped it from her clammy hands. She felt her heart beating out of her chest. He started toward her and she turned to run. She yelled, "but I locked the door!" Running to the kitchen she grabbed the gloc from her spice cupboard, turned to face him with it and fired. The poor man fell backward and she grabbed the phone from the bar.
After a while, there was a faint ring near the window. Looking at the clock revealed that two hours had passed. All five feet four inches of her petite body hopped up out of the chair and went to the window. She moved the Crimson lace curtain and unmistakably saw her orange tabby. The cat was highlighted by the porch light in the driveway with his bell ringing as he walked further toward the street. What?!?
She bolted out her door, down the picture-laden hallway, and turned the corner for the front door. What had happened? There wasn't one good reason he should be back. After all, it was Friday night. Six - one, blonde and built, this man looked shocked to see her. There before her was her security and sense of safety hanging in the air. This man, by standing there had just ripped it from her clammy hands. She felt her heart beating out of her chest. He started toward her and she turned to run. She yelled, "but I locked the door!" Running to the kitchen she grabbed the gloc from her spice cupboard, turned to face him with it and fired. The poor man fell backward and she grabbed the phone from the bar.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
One Book to Another
She sat near the corner of the diner studying away another day. Her coffee was still pretty full (and probably cold by this point) and the cheesy eggs were all gone. The mid-day sun, illuminated outside her silhouette when she was interrupted by the more than empathetic waitress trying to offer a warmer cup of joe. Looking up, she seemed agitated. She closed one book and opened another. This subject apparantly went right over her head today. I was finishing up my sandwich when I heard her shout, "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?" And then she laughed...
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Two sides
1)So what had happened was:
Our 2003 car has discovered mine and my husband's love affair and wants nothing to do with either one of us. He has put a lot of work into that defiant piece of snot. My man drove the car to the school. He got out and I hopped in and took off. I get out onto the main road and the thing dies while doing about 30mph. Great!!! Interestingly enough, a cop was behind me when I came to the stop light. He just looked all annoyed and went around me when the light turned green and I couldn't budge the car. Gee thanks. Yeah, I know, NOT their job.
Any who, once I did get the car into a parking lot, I tried calling information so I could contact my husband and let him know where I was. Apparantly, there is no such place as the University of Houston in Houston, Texas. 411 didn't have the 411!!! Get out of here! Twilight ZONE music was playing in my head.
Well, my man with his inkling that something was going to go wrong (HA!) walked over to where I was. After telling him what happened he said that it would be alright and walked me around to the passenger seat and asked me to get in. Still all in a huffy about there not being a damn University of Houston, I sat. And would you know, the thing started. He drove home. Albeit, he fought with it several times. So the next time I drop my husband off at the imaginary university, I better lie my ass off about sleeping with my husband OR just buy another car -heh.
2) OK, REALITY (a car void of life and therefore void of conspiracy and jealousy):
The MAF sensor stopped working and the car died while traveling. This IS suspicious cuz when we got the catalytic converter replaced, the shop guys PLUM forgot to seal the holes they put in the manifold. Two weeks went by before we went to get the car inspected. The sweet guy at the inspection place pointed it out to my man. My husband took it back to the shop so they could fix their "oopsie."
Well, my husband replaced the MAFsensor. This happened after he changed the air filter, changed belts, cleaned this and that, wrestled with the air conditioning, and now the darn transmission isn't working right (the trans fluid smells burnt and is the wrong color). JOY!!! So now my hands are in the air and he took it to a DIFFERENT shop to get the transmission looked at.
Yeah...the first view was more fun to write.
Our 2003 car has discovered mine and my husband's love affair and wants nothing to do with either one of us. He has put a lot of work into that defiant piece of snot. My man drove the car to the school. He got out and I hopped in and took off. I get out onto the main road and the thing dies while doing about 30mph. Great!!! Interestingly enough, a cop was behind me when I came to the stop light. He just looked all annoyed and went around me when the light turned green and I couldn't budge the car. Gee thanks. Yeah, I know, NOT their job.
Any who, once I did get the car into a parking lot, I tried calling information so I could contact my husband and let him know where I was. Apparantly, there is no such place as the University of Houston in Houston, Texas. 411 didn't have the 411!!! Get out of here! Twilight ZONE music was playing in my head.
Well, my man with his inkling that something was going to go wrong (HA!) walked over to where I was. After telling him what happened he said that it would be alright and walked me around to the passenger seat and asked me to get in. Still all in a huffy about there not being a damn University of Houston, I sat. And would you know, the thing started. He drove home. Albeit, he fought with it several times. So the next time I drop my husband off at the imaginary university, I better lie my ass off about sleeping with my husband OR just buy another car -heh.
2) OK, REALITY (a car void of life and therefore void of conspiracy and jealousy):
The MAF sensor stopped working and the car died while traveling. This IS suspicious cuz when we got the catalytic converter replaced, the shop guys PLUM forgot to seal the holes they put in the manifold. Two weeks went by before we went to get the car inspected. The sweet guy at the inspection place pointed it out to my man. My husband took it back to the shop so they could fix their "oopsie."
Well, my husband replaced the MAFsensor. This happened after he changed the air filter, changed belts, cleaned this and that, wrestled with the air conditioning, and now the darn transmission isn't working right (the trans fluid smells burnt and is the wrong color). JOY!!! So now my hands are in the air and he took it to a DIFFERENT shop to get the transmission looked at.
Yeah...the first view was more fun to write.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Insurance Shopping
Shopping for health insurance BLOWS!!!!
They all have a catch and roping you in with a low montly means high deductible. If there is a low deductible, they don't cover prescription drugs or don't cover hospital stays. Isn't the facility bill and the Doc bill from the hospital the scariest thing to have to pay? Geeesh! Oh and why do insurance companies bother to say they will pay what is "reasonable and customary?" Why don't they just say, "we will pay what ever in the hell we want to and then you are on your own." Thanks! And the "usually you pay btwn 35 and 45% for what we deem eligible" doesn't make me feel all that comfortable...I feel the gray hairs growing as I type. Oiyy!
They all have a catch and roping you in with a low montly means high deductible. If there is a low deductible, they don't cover prescription drugs or don't cover hospital stays. Isn't the facility bill and the Doc bill from the hospital the scariest thing to have to pay? Geeesh! Oh and why do insurance companies bother to say they will pay what is "reasonable and customary?" Why don't they just say, "we will pay what ever in the hell we want to and then you are on your own." Thanks! And the "usually you pay btwn 35 and 45% for what we deem eligible" doesn't make me feel all that comfortable...I feel the gray hairs growing as I type. Oiyy!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Bring It On
Here we go with a defining semester in college. I am taking another math course, 2 sciences with labs and a second psyc class...oh goodness.
Goal (although lofty)-stay organized.
In previous semesters, I had a spiral notebook for each class. Not a good idea!!! I wrote in the wrong subject notebook half the time AND there wasn't any rhyme or reason to where in the notebook a set of lecture notes started. Needless to mention, I started to tear out papers and started stapling them next to the last lecture in the correct notebook in an attempt to keep it together. WHAT A MESS!!! Then, I wondered why I was so stressed when finals came around??? MMMMM....it's a miracle I made a decent mark in my classes.
This semester, I will use a soft, multi subject, 3 ring flex binder so I can add all the loose paper I want and put it where I want it. There are tabs for the subjects and everything is clearly labeled. I also have a place to put my index cards!!! All those diagrams won't escape ME this year.
Goal (although lofty)-stay organized.
In previous semesters, I had a spiral notebook for each class. Not a good idea!!! I wrote in the wrong subject notebook half the time AND there wasn't any rhyme or reason to where in the notebook a set of lecture notes started. Needless to mention, I started to tear out papers and started stapling them next to the last lecture in the correct notebook in an attempt to keep it together. WHAT A MESS!!! Then, I wondered why I was so stressed when finals came around??? MMMMM....it's a miracle I made a decent mark in my classes.
This semester, I will use a soft, multi subject, 3 ring flex binder so I can add all the loose paper I want and put it where I want it. There are tabs for the subjects and everything is clearly labeled. I also have a place to put my index cards!!! All those diagrams won't escape ME this year.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
"Damn..., we're in a tight spot"
I like the movie Oh, Brother where art thou.
I laugh at most of the movie and love quoting it.
A few days ago, I witnessed a couple arguing in the grocery store. The "never" and "always" popped out of each of them several times before I was able to escape from earshot. The click clack of my flip flops off of the cereal aisle was COMPLETELY drowned out. As I walked, I wondered which of the lovely fighting couple would make it out alive. I sure felt sorry for the Kroger MOD.
Don't throw the cookie crisp!!!!
You know, most agree that the majority of arguments are about food. Where to eat, what to eat, how to eat, your turn to cook, my turn, etc... Now, I by no means am casting stones, because I have used these phrases. We, as humans, sometimes have a tendency to slip into a "ME" mentality, which directs blame ON SOMEONE other us. Below are a series of warning phrases.
Say these fine phrases and the second it leaves your mouth you will be in a tight spot:
Toward someone else-
It's ALL because you....
This ALWAYS happens.
You NEVER say, do, take, etc.
If ONLY YOU WOULD JUST...
Or inward focused-
I'll NEVER...
I'm so STUPID I can't even...
I'm HORRIBLE because...
I'M SUCH A DORK!
Overgeneralizing is hurtful because as it labels and defines how something is, it also inhibits growth and change. This, in turn, normally ensures that the same issue (or something very similar) will repeat.
I laugh at most of the movie and love quoting it.
A few days ago, I witnessed a couple arguing in the grocery store. The "never" and "always" popped out of each of them several times before I was able to escape from earshot. The click clack of my flip flops off of the cereal aisle was COMPLETELY drowned out. As I walked, I wondered which of the lovely fighting couple would make it out alive. I sure felt sorry for the Kroger MOD.
Don't throw the cookie crisp!!!!
You know, most agree that the majority of arguments are about food. Where to eat, what to eat, how to eat, your turn to cook, my turn, etc... Now, I by no means am casting stones, because I have used these phrases. We, as humans, sometimes have a tendency to slip into a "ME" mentality, which directs blame ON SOMEONE other us. Below are a series of warning phrases.
Say these fine phrases and the second it leaves your mouth you will be in a tight spot:
Toward someone else-
It's ALL because you....
This ALWAYS happens.
You NEVER say, do, take, etc.
If ONLY YOU WOULD JUST...
Or inward focused-
I'll NEVER...
I'm so STUPID I can't even...
I'm HORRIBLE because...
I'M SUCH A DORK!
Overgeneralizing is hurtful because as it labels and defines how something is, it also inhibits growth and change. This, in turn, normally ensures that the same issue (or something very similar) will repeat.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Nudies
My daughter decided she wanted to nick-name everything and everyone. She comes to me and says she wants some more nudies. What??? Nudies, mom! Nudies!
No, we didn't have any company. Darn!
Anyhow, I told her, "uh, honey...nudies means nehked people." (or a brand of japanese blue jeans) To which she promtly replies, "BaaaHaaaaaH!!!!! Nehked people."
Note to self....keep your head out of the gutter. She just wanted more noodles with her dinner.
No, we didn't have any company. Darn!
Anyhow, I told her, "uh, honey...nudies means nehked people." (or a brand of japanese blue jeans) To which she promtly replies, "BaaaHaaaaaH!!!!! Nehked people."
Note to self....keep your head out of the gutter. She just wanted more noodles with her dinner.
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