"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a shaman or medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions. When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?

Where we have stopped dancing, singing, being enchanted by stories, or finding comfort in silence is where we have experienced the loss of soul. Dancing, singing, storytelling, and silence are the four universal healing salves."

~ The Four-Fold Way: Walking the Paths of the Warrior 

August 25th

My house is filthy, but I'm gonna forgive myself... This morning, I got out of bed. My fur babies need far more care than they're getting ATM, but that's okay... they get plenty of snuggles, so I'm gonna forgive myself. The list of things to be done in the Courtyard and on the house grows exponentially... but I made someone laugh today and that's more important... so I forgive myself. I hardly cook anymore, but I can forgive myself because I shared a meal with a dear friend tonight. I think that the key to life is to perhaps be more gentle with ourselves. Perhaps? Not to be lazy, but simply be kind not just to others but to the person we should love the best... Our Self. I'm sure that tomorrow, I'll be all shakycrazyfrightened again because changes are coming to my life. LOL But change is good. If we don't evolve, we stagnate. But I also feel that teachers are coming into my life and I want to embrace that chance to learn and grow. That is the security blanket that I'm going to hold onto. So... tomorrow... remind me!

One day, I will have a Home where I walk in bare feet along hardwood boards
allowing the textures of the grain in the wood, the sand scramble along the soles of my feet.
One day, I will have a Home that smells of geranium, sandalwood, frankincense, patchouli and sage and I will glory that my body delights in the fragrances that make me whole.
One day, I will have a Home with wide open windows and spaces and room in between so that I can dance in the sunlight and dust motes.
One day, I will have a Home that calls the sea, the moon and stars here to me!  They will each delight in the fractional aspect and make a place there for themselves.
One day, I will have a Home and I will call it Mine, Sanctuary, Haven and only those invited will cross the threshold.
I WILL have a home, filled with laughter and love, where the murmurs of shared secrets and shared burdens will carry each soul through the darkest of nights...
Or days.
I WILL have a Home, garnished in the music of the fur brethren and my Heart Sisters' voices.
I WILL have a Home and I will call it Hiraeth. The stretching and yearning will dissolve into thin air...
Because I will BE Home.

Meareth

"You have psychic power. You can carry on for others with joy. You have a receptive nature and may bear burdens for others. You are pragmatic, thorough, strong-willed, practical and stubborn at times. You are hard working, often martyr to duty. You like home and security above all. You are bold, independent, inquisitive and interested in research. You know what you want and why you want it. Creative and outgoing, you are always looking for an opportunity to show your abilities, especially before audience. You are very flexible and likes to feel appreciated. You are looking for chances to mix with others socially and to communicate his ideas. You like to talk and can easily relate to different cultures and concepts. The biggest challenge for you is uncertainty. Easily getting bored, you can move from one job to another, switch projects and lovers. The high creative force can lead you either to happiness or unhappiness. If you understand your goals, if you can make major decisions in life and follow it directly and straight up without worry and uncertainty, you are able to achieve great heights."

I had a little breakdown the other night and this is what emerged...

You... in your pink ruffled naivete have no place in what's coming.  Better put on your big girl panties and find  your inner bitch, cuz it's gonna be a rough ride.  Yeah.  I sincerely believe that the shit is gonna hit the fan.  Don't let the Darkness eat you alive.  Because it will.  Oh, hell, it will.

We preach compassion and loving and positive thoughts.  All of that is going to us get run over like the Coyote trying to bomb the Roadrunner.  And it's gonna laugh at each of us just the same.  I'm a pacifist, always have been, but enough is enough.  I'm sick of being politic, of ignoring the shitstream pissing in my face.  Positive thoughts and demeanor have gotten me absolutely NOWHERE.  Our world is fucked up and we better batten down the hatches.

The People of this planet seem to think they're entitled to all of this crap...  they're armed and dangerous, so you'd better to be ready to roll over and show your belly.  You're gonna be dead.  We need to heed what's happening here, people.  Anyone can make anything a symbol of hate these days and fucking get away with it.  Makes me want to puke.

What the fuck?  My generation, my parent's generation... back and back...  Everyone had to WORK for what they had.  You want me to GIVE it to you, when our sacred warriors who have signed their lives on the dotted line don't get squat?  Fuck you.  Your 20 times over grandparent suffered.  So what?  So did mine.

You want to draw lines in the sand because of your race, religion or whatever else there is.  Again.  Fuck you.  Why are you doing that???  Why?  Because someone in the media or government told you to do so?  Are you some freaking sheep to follow a trend or can you think for yourself?  Can you???  I'm sick and tired of worrying about my children and my grandchild because YOU can't get your shit together and think for yourself.  Lambs go to slaughter in case you didn't know, asshole.

I don't care if you're black, white, latino or asian...  You gonna get all ghetto on me?  Put a gun to my head?  Kill me?   Please do.  Put me out of my misery from your shit.  Someone else with my voice is going to step up and take my place.  You've slaughtered education, faith and the planet.  You want to play with guns and get pissed about something?  Join the fucking military.  Get angry about something REAL.  Put all of that anger into the REAL stuff that's going on.  I freaking DARE you.  But, no.  You don't have the balls for that.  Do you?  You'd rather rule your streets and kill others because they don't think like you or walk like you or just because you can.  You've got some kind of power.  Don't you?  Fuck you.  You aren't shit.  Until you do something that HELPS, you aren't worth the air you breathe.

Mother Nature is PISSED.  You've trashed our planet, the only home we've got.  You think "reduce, recycle, repair, reuse" is just some tree hugger bull shit?  HA!  Each of us who don't follow those rules have contributed to what's coming down.  Can you even understand what's going on with our blue planet?  Oh.  Wait a minute.  That's goes back to the fact that you've trashed any thoughts of education.  All of those babies you're making and throwing away with their moms, they're not gonna have fresh air to breathe or water to drink before you're finished with your wasteful ignorant bull shit.  But you aren't smart enough to know that.  Are you?

Get pissed that Nature is dying.  Get pissed that children are going hungry or people are being abused, left homeless.  Get angry because the rich become richer and the poor and middle class can barely scrape by.  Become enraged because there are entities like ISIS and the Taliban, because there are those who would still enslave the innocents, torture, rape and kill them for their enjoyment.  MAKE A DIFFERENCE or fade away, damn it.

Yeah.  I'm talking to YOU, asshole.

Go ahead.  Tear down your statues and kill your neighbors.  Get pissed about shit that shouldn't matter.  Karma works, baby.  I hope I'm around to see you get yours.

Muscle Stress Formula

Posting this here, both to share with y'all and so I don't lose such a thoroughly tested formula.  That said, aromatherapy (for me) isn't just the recipe.  It's the "resting" and smelling, adjusting, trusting my body to recognize what more needs to be added.  I use sweet almond oil as my carrier, about 3oz.  It responds well to friction, heating easily and soaks quickly into the skin.  ALWAYS use a tinted GLASS bottle for your mixes and store them in a cool dark place.

I start with: 

Geranium oil, 20 drops.  It's the "grounding" agent.

Sandalwood 10 drops

Wild Chamomile (pain) 30 drops

Lavender (everything!) 30 drops

The last 3 stimulate the circulatory system and speed healing:

Rosemary 25 drops

Peppermint 15 drops

Juniper Berry 15 drops

Each time you add about 3 or 4 ingredients, put in the stopper, shake well and let it rest, blend.  Once all ingredients are added, repeat the process one last time.  Smell it and LISTEN TO YOUR BODY.  If one scent seems to overpower the others, add a drop or three of the rest.  Shake, rest and smell.  Repeat until your body says it's done.

I tested and recombined this formula a dozen times or more, using my son's cross country team as willing guinea pigs.  Once the formula was "perfected" they all raved over it and said I was then their official Witch Doctor.  LOL  Great for strained muscles, shin splints and more.

So... Here I am! June 29, 2015

Yes, I'm one of those annoying people who think too much. That said and after many conversations/debates, I have been told that I should put my random thoughts out there... that there's a lot of good to be found in the things I say. Oooooooookay...

The really cool thing about having a blog is that... Hey, it's mine so I'm always right by default! LOL What am I looking for then? Intelligent debate.

I've not yet decided what my first thoughts actually SHOULD be. So, instead, here's a little about myself...
I'm getting old and it pisses me off. I've raised my kids and have one beautiful grandchild (never thought I'd be one to drool over a grandkid, but there ya go!).

Life conspired so that I never had a career, but I AM an artist, philosopher, aromatherapist, and... don't ever let me near your house if you want it to remain the same... I LOVE to play with houses (not PLAY HOUSE, thank you). I appreciate the quirks of life sometimes and other times I rage against them.

At the heart of it all, though, I'm just a Beach Girl... laid back and open, ready to laugh at the least provocation. I am suitably bent, hoping to one day be proclaimed the master of the double entendre. I am accepting of most differences, but have no patience for stereotyped slurs. Life is short. Let's have dessert first and leave the nastiness to the closed minds.

So, mix yourself a Margarita, pull up a chair and let's enjoy one another's thoughts.

When at 2 in the morning, my body decides it needs to MOVE, even though parts of it hurt. When I go outside to a clear sky, bright with the light of thousands of stars, so many that I can't find the constellations. When watching my dogs get excited about running around the courtyard at such an odd hour and I see the tiniest little tree frog no bigger than the first knuckle of my pinky finger, sitting on my plant... I'm grinning ear to ear. What a strange little cookie I am!

Promote love...

I once had a friend named Tomas.  He was from the islands...  can't remember which right now.  He used to laugh at me because I would get lost, watching his skin under the light of the sun...  it brought out these gorgeous indigos and purples, he was that dark.  I would get lost in the musical sound of his voice, never mind what he was saying.  That's how people should be in my mind. How I miss him!

Now, I'm not a perfect person, far from it.  But I like to think that I'm getting better as the years go by.

Maybe I'm wrong here, but I don't see race, color, creed, sexual preference, any of that.  My heritage is mostly Scots, but I doubt any true Scotsman would see me as such.  I'm proud of that bit in me, nonetheless. Would I use it to set myself apart from anyone?  Hell, no.  That would be stupid.  I'd rather laugh at myself with a hearty Scotsman alongside, laughing with me.

So, what is it that I see?  I see a rainbow of humanity.  I see dark and light, sallow and bright...  Day glow!  LOL  I see a beautiful variety of philosophies and beliefs bringing light to a new day.  I see so many symbols of benevolence that it's mind blowing.

Yet there are those today who would dictate that we should focus on the differences between us.  It's causing rage to spread worse than any plague.  I don't see an end to it and that's scarier than anything I've ever experienced.

In that light, I want to follow another tactic.  I want to speak of the things that I love in people...

I love your honor.  
I love how you respect me and the others around you. 
I love that you hate lies as much as I do.  
I love discussing philosophy with you, seeing the twists and turns of your mind, your passion as you speak.  
I love the sound of your laughter as it rolls from the pit of your gut. 
I love the way that your hand rests gently on my shoulder just to let me know you're here. 
I love seeing the things you've seen as you tell the stories of your travels. 
I love the twinkle in your eye as you turn to me, sharing a private joke.  
I love those perfect moments in time that we sometimes enjoy.  
I love that when I hurt, emotionally or physically, you don't make a scene, instead doing those little things that make the hours, days, weeks easier.
I love that you love the furred, feathered and scaled kindred, the land, ourhome.
I love that you can follow me down into the Darkness that is a part of me, unafraid.  
I love your Bent and Twisted mind.  
I love that you understand, although I may be aging and my body has betrayed me, my mind is sharp and my heart is the best I can make it.  
I love that you expect nothing more of me than I can give.  
I love that you don't expect me to share your views, yet you can respect mine.  
I love that you know I have lines in the sand that cannot be crossed and you're okay with that.  
I love that my pacifism and other beliefs are just fine in your world.  
I love that there are things about me that you take pride in.

That said...  I don't care what color skin you're wearing, except to delight in our differences or perhaps dissect those tones according to a color wheel.  I don't care what accent your voice contains, unless I'm jamming to the music of your soul.  I don't care what your religion might be unless you're a fanatic or a threat.  I don't care if you're tall or short, skinny or wide, wealthy or poor, gay or straight.  I don't care what symbols are yours as long as you leave me to mine.

Let us come together instead.  Leave the rage and fighting for the wars that are being waged in other countries, please.  Let us each be the spices and seasonings that complete our family meals. How delightful!  

I cried for you today...

I cried for you today, even though you'll never know it.

I cried for your anger and frustration.  I cried because you been held back, knocked down, beleaguered and belittled... There was a time when you'd get right back up, but you no longer do.  You rail against the world and all of its wrongness so vehemently that you have forgotten to pause for the sweetness and beauty and those precious moments in time that make life worth the bull shit or monotony.  I cry because you're alone in the dark.

I cried for the little child who was so full of wonder and was wonderful to all that were met.  You had compassion and patience and love.  But life has not been kind to you.  I know that.  OMG, how I know that!  Because I stood beside you and held your hand through it all.  I sobbed in my own darkness as alone as you are now.

You and I, we always battled the limitations of our existence...  Together we fought for the right.  So many stood against us in their apathy, but we knew we had to speak and stand strong.  When did that die within you? Was it something I did or allowed or ignored???

I cried because it feels that I've lost my best friend, that person who knew me better than anyone else...  So I suppose that I must cry for myself as well.

I cried because you can't hear me anymore nor can you hear the whisper of the Light within you that says "You have value.  I love you.  You're not alone".

I cried because you're drowning in resentment of what others have perhaps wrongfully gained or of wrongs you've assigned to a Peoples or a Movement, screaming your rage against the world at large.  And I cried because I cannot stand with you in that microcosm of loathing and defiance...  and because I miss you.

Oh, heavens, how I miss you!  I miss chasing music  and rainbows and laughing over little inanities.  I miss the smile on your face when you know you've done something good and kind.  I miss the days that were full to the brim of "I can" and "I will", when there is now only the echoes of "I won't".

Can't you see how this anger is poisoning you, taking you so far from who you once were and could be?  Life is so harsh.  I can't live with you there.

So, I cried for you.

Can We Think?

Have you ever stopped to think just WHY there is so much in the news and social media these days about black vs. white? Christian vs. Muslim? The common man vs. the govt? Have you begun yet to question WHY "they" are encouraging mob mentality? This separateness of me vs. you? None of these issues are new.


But... watch the news or the media more carefully... MOST of these people are clearly not educated, I don't give a damn what color or religion or whatever they are. And don't pull that "oh, they came from the inner city or a place with horrible schools or the lack of proper parents/role models". That's bull shit. Education is FREE. Each of us choose how we speak and the extent of our knowledge. A person doesn't have to attend school to become educated. A person doesn't have to live in the "right" place to know how to E-NUN-CI-ATE.

So, think about this... If you get the people, the masses angry enough, they stop thinking and begin parroting the popular headlines of the moment. Once they're angry enough and not thinking, they're easily manipulated. They can be lead around by the nose to a leader's purpose.

The civil rights issues that are glaringly apparent in the headlines have been happening for a LONG frigging time. Have you really LISTENED to many of those representing their race on the news? Really LISTENED? Regardless of the race, these people use barely comprehensible English to blurt out a sense of entitlement that NO ONE has a right to own.

The awful things done by religious fanatics do NOT represent the whole. If I hear a Muslim called a "towel head" one more time, I'm going to scream. Our country is filled with a variety of religions... has been for a long damn time. If you're going to get pissed at someone for religious beliefs, try the Westboro Church. Just saying.

Our govt officials have been the elite power hungry monster that it is for a long damn time (see the pattern here?). Why NOW are we throwing our "representatives" (and I use that term loosely) under the bus, then backing it up again? Yet, not the first person has offered a solution. Unless you're a privileged white male, someone fought for and possibly died for your right to vote, yet the voting percentage is at an all time low.

I believe that it's of the utmost importance that we turn off the news, calm down and THINK FOR OURSELVES... Then ask WHY is this happening? What is "the other hand" doing? Why are "they" trying to instill this mob mentality? Prestidigitation.

My point is that I'm tired of the angry mob. Don't start screaming against this group or that, blaming the whole for the one. THINK. Then come to the table with a solution. Not the first one of us is entitled to a thing that we've not worked towards.

*steps down from the soap box*

For Gremlin and all of the other fur babies:

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.


Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.

... Author Unknown

An Evening with the Dementias

This is something I wrote back in November. Most of you will read this and think "say what?" I've posted it here primarily for myself and those few who DO get it. A clue: the Dementias are my SPP characters and I was in a job that was slowly killing me.

So last night I called a meeting of all of the Dementias. I had something important to discuss and in these situations it's always best to turn to one's family to get all sides before making a decision. As always, Capt. Morgan Dementia walked straight to the bar and poured us all a drink. Then everyone gathered around... well, except for Lily Rose. She sat in the corner, sharpening her knives. There are times that the decided gleam in her eyes truly distresses me. *shudder* At any rate, once everyone was settled, I took a deep breath and said "Here's the thing... it's about this job. When I went into it, I was told that I'd have 2-3 days a week. They're only giving me one... a HARD one day, but one nevertheless. They write the schedule on Fridays, so I can't plan a weekend or anything else for that matter. There are some of my friends that I can only see on the weekends. And lastly, well... my body isn't holding up so well, particularly my left knee." At which point Lily Rose looked up and offered to remove the offending limb. I thanked her delicately (one must be very politic when dealing with Lily Rose) and declined her gracious offer. I went on to say "Plus there's this whole thing of the twit that insists on glaring at me continually and the lazy gits that manage to look busy without doing a damn thing". Auntie Gracie Marie Laveau declared she would turn them all into zombies... another offer I politely refused. Suddenly, Morticia snorted and gave me that look. You know the one. She spoke in her freezing voice, "And here I thought you were supposed to be some sort of genius! Are you OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND? Why are you still going to that job? It embarrasses me to even CALL it a job, you work so little. And for WHAT, might I ask? Do you honestly believe that little bit of money makes any difference? Then you're too tired to play with US. We should bar you from the family for this little tryst." She snorted again for effect, I believe. Everyone sat in stunned silence for several moments. Suddenly, the Boyz were intent on their spy games and head shrinking and such. Then I started crying and everyone gathered around hugging me, telling me they loved me, and we all settled in for a night of old horror movies. Well... I am now no longer employed. I mean, would YOU argue with the Dementias?

English... The language we never think about!

I have been taught that English is the most difficult language to learn. As Americans who speak English, we rarely think about that. For a couple of years, I was a sign language interpreter in ASL and I HAD to think about it.

ASL is a language based on the concept or intent of what we are trying to express. For example: "I like you" is signed as "you me like". "You are like no other" becomes "you other person same not". Two different signs are used for, what in English is, the same word. So let's look at some other words that can be confusing...

Are and our: You are nice. are= to be verb. ASL doesn't use the "be" verbs, so it's simply "you nice" This is our home. our=possessive. "House this (or that) ours" They're, there, and their: they're is the conjunction of "they are", again the "to be" verb. "They're funny = "they funny". There=location. "My house is over there" = "house my there". Their = possessive. "This is their dog" = "dog (point at it) theirs" You're and your: again, you're is the conjunction of "you are", so I won't be repetitive! LOL and "your" is possessive. Light and light??? Whoa! Light colors (not dark), daylight, turn on the light, this is light and not heavy, lighten up???

Now, think about all of the words we have that sound the same, but are spelled differently and have completely different meanings. OMG! Talk about something that confuses people! LOL Read and red? Lie and lye??? Seen and scene??? I could go on and on, but my head is already reeling from the impact.

English is an incredible language. I love it. There seems to be a perfect word for just about anything a person can imagine if we just look hard enough. I'm not talking about those 20 syllable words, either. Just a simple word like "cherish"... Isn't that a beautiful word? It's beyond like, beyond love. It contains respect and a sense of forever. Cherish. Wow...

I could go on and on, but I won't bore you with my ramblings. Just take a moment and THINK about what you're saying. Think about what you MEAN. Could it be said better, more concisely? It's a thing to consider while our world is becoming ever smaller thanks to the internet.

Let's all broaden our concepts of language together!

PEACE! *grin*

Dug up some old stuff...

A new FB friend brought to mind that I used to be a fairly good poet. Won a couple of writing contests, received the Poet of Merit award, and had a couple of pieces legitimately published... all LONG ago. At any rate, I thought I'd share them here with you along with my most recent painting. Hope you enjoy them all.

Jenna at 13

You gracefully fold

into the chair,

half-smile lighting your face as you read,

Gawkiness

meets grace

in each body line.

Rounding gone,

angles show the woman to come.

Black eyes flash insolence.

I call you to chores.

Brushawaymyvoice with eraser’s

edge and draw

red dragons,

faerie queens.

Dirty dishes

sway not

in lands of mist.

Gulf of Mexico (haiku)

Grey-green cold that burns.

Cotton-tipped waves past skyline

lap at wet white sand.

Poem put together from magazine clippings

Because first impressions last a lifetime

Feeling translates into terms anyone can understand

Here’s a promise you don’t have to take with a grain of salt,

Falling in love don’t come with erasers for a simple reason.

Your kids have grown, The most luxurious part happens when it’s over.

MMMMmmmmmm

The junkman cometh!

The Wanderer

Woods so dark

I travel through

Faerie path

hidden

Cast a spell

Illuminates

to mine eyes

behold

See no end

Choose wisely

Where feet tread

my staff

The Lark & the Emporor ( a parody )

Strangle the Lark!

Place its pink tongue under glass.

I’ve heard

enough of choruses a lifetime

to last.

Choke that Green Frog!

Make a feast of muscled legs.

His song

is quite deafening to basilar

membranes.

I demand peace

at twilight times---dusk and dawn.

Kill them

all who dare to peep when the Emperor needs

to yawn.

Kids

I wish you would bathe

I say what I think

The stench tears the eyes

That’s just how goats reek

Kids buried in grime

Kids love gritty grub

Kids avoid the tub!

The Dancer

Sweat glistens as she moves

to the sway of soft strings.

Dim lights glow

on golden planks and her.

Slow movements sculpt in air---

Breath suspends.

Half-lidded eyes know the

rapture of surety.

Arms lift, she lightly turns, dancer,

sound and rhythm come together

in the quiet of the music.

The invisible audience

applauds.

Death ( a story in exactly 100 words)

She could feel the evil permeating the darkened room. Mist rose, covering the floor and filling her lungs. Terror gripped her. There was nowhere to run. No matter how she clawed at the thickly-panelled walls or yanked at the door, she couldn’t escape.

Then he was there before her in all his ungodly beauty. Red-rimmed eyes stole her will and she walked into his embrace. The man-thing smiled and moonlight glinted on pointed canine teeth. “At last, you are mine,” he whispered. She tilted her head, exposing a white throat. His teeth sank deep...and she fell forever.

Fishin’ ( a story in dialogue)

“God! Life’s great, ain’t it! Just look at dis. Da mornin’s so crisp and bright, da water’s calm. And just look’t here in ma net! Twelfth t’row today, all jus’ like dis one. Ten mullet! An’ look at da size! Can’t wait for Ti Mae ta see dis. She gonna have a fit. Course, she’ll hog all da gizzards...always does.”

“Wish she coulda come today. She’d of loved it. But dat Mae have to have a spankin’ clean house...no if’s, and’s, but’s, or maybe ‘bout it! Dese here babies won’t even make it ta da back door till day primed and ready to fry!”

“Oo-ee, but dat’ll be fine! I tell you what, dat Mae can cook! She whip me up some potatoe salad and have me some of dat French bread from Desporte’s...you know, dem loaves so soft dey bend in half when ya pick dem up. Den, dese babies, she fry dem up so crisp an’ golden, where dey crunch when ya bite ‘em, still moist inside.”

“Where’d I get dem? See that buoy raht over dere? Yea, da one to da east... Gonna try your luck? Best hurry, day’s gettin’ on quick. Me? I’m gonna hurry home. Mae’s awaitin’! God, ain’t life great!”

Good-Bye Daddy

Leaves blur as they fall to

the unforgiving ground

Except for one-----------

the tenacious grip won’t let it go.

Limned-white stones

litter the dying grass.

Here I stand,

crying, a child alone.

I Can’t Think!

Firecrackers of color

explode in my brain.

Ideas plip-plop.....Wait!

What was that?

She said what?

I can’t do it!....or can I?

If I try?

What if I did this....

Frustration, confusion,

immense desperation.

INPUT........IN

PUT.....INPUT

Thousands of ideas

incomplete.

I feel another thought.....

I can’t believe he said that.....

What point was I making?

Who did what?

How could I......

But what should I......

I forget......

HELP!!!!!!

From Childhood to Reality

We laughed

ago.

We sang

and danced.

Laughter

flees cold.

Dark comes.

Furrowed faces

line my

vision.

Times lost,

I mourn

ago.

A Road Through Desoto

Such a strange road so seldom travelled

grass sprouts and even one small maple tree finds root.

Short Cut Road they call it though it winds

hither

and

yon.

See the Buick skeleton there? Did it give up

trying to find

the end?

Dusty rust settles in autumn colors.

Nature’s paint slowly eradicates this blight

just as blooming meadows shroud humanity’s waste.

It’s quiet here, only the birds and insects

chatter in the morning air.

And, if you narrow your eyes justso,

looking away from electric wires and car,

you can see just how things

were meant to be.

Perhaps this road is the short cut to man’s housecleaning.

Perhaps simply a shortcut to its end.

Bah... None of this will save in its proper style, so we'll just imagine that the lines have indentations in odd places!

All works included were written for Creative Writing, Fall term ‘92 by RMT