life is passing you by
there are times when I feel
life is passing me by
i sit and watch it pass
like i’m already in that rocking chair
acting like i’ve already
given in
given up
given over all my glory days
like i’m locked inside myself
knowing i’m the only one with access
to the inside zipper
just pull, i tell myself
too tired, i answer back
JUST PULL, i yell inside
too scared, i answer back
it’s the inner fight, the inner demons
that keep us weighed down, pre-mummified,
mired in our own muck
held back by our inner wars
you only get to play the game once
you’d better play and love with all your might
fight for your freedom,
fight for your life
for life
is passing you by
Judgment Day
Every day is judgment day
It sucks to never win
In the eyes of those I love the most
My patience is running thin
Constant questioning of choices I make
Everything comes out like it’s all mistakes
Never enough
Never approved
Love has conditions and too many rules
Breaking the tapes is an ongoing chore
Cause one in my life only lives to make more
Judgment day is every day
Turning my back on the guilty one
To save myself from a similar fate
I will have to choose to move on.
drift away
at times my mind can’t satisfy
the yearnings of my troubled heart
and so my imaginations take flight
in search of a place that only
my mind can supply
soaring high above the trees
my heart takes over to guide me
drift away, let my soul drift away
take me out of these blues
back into better days with you
I drift away, even though I know I can’t stay
I’d rather spend a moment in a fantasy
than forever never feeling the truth
and tho it breaks my heart again and again
my love will always drift away to you
second chances will never come
looking back i only see a bitter sun
knowing choices will rue the day
and a white knight will never come to save my day
so I turn to what I know will get me through
another lonely day day spent without you
drift away, let my soul drift away
take me out of these blues
back into better days with you
I drift away, even though I know I can’t stay
I’d rather spend a moment in a fantasy
than forever never feeling the truth
and tho it breaks my heart again and again
my love will always drift away to you
I can’t sail with broken wings
And I can’t build on broken dreams
nothing left now but a life on hold in time
living vicariously through another’s rhyme
drift away, let my soul drift away
take me out of these blues
back into better days with you
I drift away, even though I know I can’t stay
I’d rather spend a moment in a fantasy
than forever never feeling the truth
tho it breaks my heart again and again
my love will always drift away to you
signs you’re on the wrong path
each morning my feet drag behind my head
by noon the remainder of the day I dread
each evening i hate for the day to end
knowing that tomorrow it will all begin again
wrong path! wrong path!
the symptoms echo the signs in my way
take note! take note!
my attention is so very hard to sway
how long will it take me to see
the path I’m on is not the right one for me
what do you do?
What do you do when you feel like screaming?
When one more moment in the space you are occupying
has you imploding
inner bricks collapsing on themselves
numbing the outside to your inner self
watching the destruction on a daily basis
dreading the voices, sick of the faces
knowing you’re facing what can’t be ended
no healing in sight for the troubled mind
it all rests on your too wide shoulders
but even Atlas shrugged
and your world will fall and crumble
and there won’t be anyone to help you clean it up
put it right
prepare for the fight
try to survive the ‘no end in sight’
don’t forget to breathe both in and out
understand that no one knows what you are really about
and shuffle along to your inner song
until freedom comes along
what do you do?
social media monsters
Micro-sites and media buys
Are they the devil in disguise
Is this really what society buys
Or are we just selling out for the very last time
Requesting content, more information
Filling our minds with a guilt sensation
To give away our time for one another
Or is it just a dance with smoke and mirrors
Hiding the truth behind the soul deliverers
You really want my heart or my deposit number
Why are we gathering, when souls are suffering
Please tell me how we make a difference by tweeting
Drops in an ocean can’t be seen
It takes more than a media machine
To make a change in this world, start with believing
And walk the walk you’ve spent all your time talking
Another sound bite, another text
This social media forces my neglect
Of what my personal truth defines
Final release of the light divine
too little, too long, tu-tu?
Ah, it’s been a while since I wrote any drivle, no, I mean drivval, no wait, I mean (crap how do you spell this darn word!)..okay, drivel. hmmm, looks wrong but spell check says it’s right. Speaking of nonsense! To explain my title today - it pertains to several aspects right now.
1. too little exercise for too long of a time, maybe getting my butt back in a tu-tu will help?
2. too little edits on a short story I recently read causing too long of a time to figure out what’s being said behind the typos equals…can’t think of anything to go with the tu-tu for this one!
I sincerely hate typos in books and I’ve noticed a lot in ebooks lately. Are the sditors for ebooks just lazy or do they not care? I’ve seriously considered offering myself as an online editor just so I can catch typos for authors so their books come across as more professional, not to mention enjoyed more because you don’t have to waste time deciphering what they meant or mentally fixing the grammatical errors.
okay, that’s my rant for the day. It’s Father’s Day weekend and I guess I really should be expounding upon my Dad here.
So, love you dad, even if my time with you growing up was too little, the time you’ve been grumpy has been too long…maybe you should wear a tu-tu to make yourself laugh at yourself and lighten up already! :0)
Prednisone Dreams
Swirling clouds of color behind my lids
Strange visions of grandeur and clouds of mist
who is that man with the dark curly hair and beard, wearing bunny ears and smoking a hookah? he fades into the background, unknown.
why am i suddenly remembering moments from 30 years before, things long forgotton, things that didn’t matter? like a card catalog spilled over onto the floor, white shards of memories splayed out in random order.
nerves standing on edge, every sound expanded, every hair rises and waves in the effervescent wind of my steroid-induced imagination.
no sleep will come. all in tune so the air inside plays Claire de Lune. soft and sweet and no staccato to be found.
and still my mind races, my ears lean toward every sound, every nuance of movement i can see and feel, whether intended or not.
if only i could truly listen and hear the world turning, perhaps it would all be worthwhile, this state of exaggeration.
moments tick by, turning to minutes, to hours, to the incessant beep of the alarm clock telling me to get up and start another day.
and still…i yearn for sleep, again.
What are you clinging to today?
Osama, Obama, Oh Mama!
Osama is gone from our lives but I still don’t believe death is something to celebrate. Also, if we think his death means it’s all over with terrorists, then we’re more naive than I ever imagined. And not to be pegged as a conspiracy theorist, but isn’t it convenient that in an election year, in the week Obama’s heritage is being questioned, all of a sudden…BOOM…Osama Bin Laden is not only killed, but U.S. soldiers are allowed to dispose of his body. Hmmmm, convenient? Maybe, maybe just raw luck.
In my opinion, people dancing in the streets is only proof of how much power he held over our lives. We’ve sadly reduced ourselves to his follower’s level when they were dancing in the streets at the death of Americans. Would it not have been better to just acknowledge the death, let it go, and go on to the next subject? Would that not have shown his followers that his existence meant nothing to us and we had moved on in spite of his repeated attempts to kill us?
Yes, it’s important that his personal threat has been extinguished. But now we have to clear out the insidious system he has put into place in his countrymen that are loyal to his regime and terroristic ideas of Holy War and obliterating the United States. Pray, people, pray. For the salvation of all of his followers to see the Light. His soul is lost forever, but there are hundreds ready to take his place. Pray for their salvation, and pray for our strength as well.
This weekend is Mother’s Day. THAT is what I’m going to focus on this week. The love I feel for my mama!
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