I’m not gorgeous, hell, pretty is pushing it, but I bet I got into your soul. I hate to be hated, and love to be loved, makes sense. But, I am mostly fond of giving love. To put a smile on a face that was five seconds before sad. Giving someone meaning when they can’t find reason. Telling him he can, because you know what kind of man he truly is. Having faith in a person that has never experienced faith in themselves, and showing them that they matter. Being reassuring and letting them know it will all work out . Being his best friend and loving him, because your world makes better sense with him in it.
Coal Is Like Anger, It burns When Ignited.
The breeze feels warm as it brushes against my face, and then disappears into the darkness. It’s like it was reaching out to me like a kind stranger passing by. I can hear the train in the distance, owning it’s track like a slave. I envy the power that train has. I wish I was as sure in my destination as he. I say he, because I know him, his heart burns coal. Anger can become an inner strengh, not fondly displayed. I suppose the track would be the she. Used to get from one side to the other,repeatedly and dependably. Until one day the track splits on it’s own, leaving all else to fend for themselves, finding their own way home. And there standing firm is the powerful train, off his track, alone and blowing off steam. With the words ” I think I can, I think I can..” blowing through his chimes.
Read Me
You read, and well, I was told I am an open book. So read ME. Tell me, what do you find interesting in my story? Nothing I presume. Just a simple killing of time, that is no longer a neccessity to kill. Not quite a piece fitting into your puzzle lately? That’s o.k., I don’t really know once all my pieces are put into place what I will become either. Scary isn’t it? This unpredictable world, filled with unpredictable emotion. Plans ruined, hearts crushed. And failures to overcome. But, somehow, Like an Army we keep waking up every morning with some kind of mission. A plan to get through the day, with less regret than the day before. Maybe we block out things that make us see ourselves differently than we would like. People we would never have met, but by circumstance we did. A simple meeting of the minds can change a persons perspective on life, and in love. One can fall in love with anothers way of thinking, with how they see the world. And sometimes that is enough for a person. They want nothing more, just understanding and friendship. Nothing more, nothing less. Just an honest soul to talk with. An honest soul with an honest heart. As it is deserved.
Heroes
Yes, they do exist. Everyone has one, they come in all shapes and sizes, different colors, with different beliefs. We are all a superhero to someone somewhere. We may not be able to leap in a single bound or scale the tallest buildings, but we can start by making a difference in a persons life. That in itself is heroic.
Todd Beamer~~ “Let’s Roll”
Rejuvenation
The Earth is amazing. In the Fall when the leaves change, it’s a beautiful blanket of color. It’s Ironic, that something so exhilarating could represent an ending of a living thing.
In the winter the Earth shifts down to an idle. It is regaining it’s strength and stamina for it’s re-birth.
As the snow falls and ice forms , you find yourself trying to remember the colorful pallette you once looked upon. Winter is the grey area of all seasons.
As the snow melts the Earth quenches it’s thirst and re-hydrates. Green grass starts to protrude from the earth, as the season of rejuvenation begins.
A new generation of wildlife has started. A plethora of flowers greet the sky to say hello, insects appear to befriend the flower, collecting its sweet nectar to survive.
Nests of blue robins eggs with one missing, as the broken shell lie beneath on the ground, the circle of life and it’s casualties have begun again.
In the winter the Earth shifts down to an idle. It is regaining it’s strength and stamina for it’s re-birth.
As the snow falls and ice forms , you find yourself trying to remember the colorful pallette you once looked upon. Winter is the grey area of all seasons.
As the snow melts the Earth quenches it’s thirst and re-hydrates. Green grass starts to protrude from the earth, as the season of rejuvenation begins.
A new generation of wildlife has started. A plethora of flowers greet the sky to say hello, insects appear to befriend the flower, collecting its sweet nectar to survive.
Nests of blue robins eggs with one missing, as the broken shell lie beneath on the ground, the circle of life and it’s casualties have begun again.
The Enemy
You were smug, pretending to care, or pretending not to.It’s not effecting me, only you in the end. I can tell how you feel by your voice, by the cruelty in your tongue. I can feel the insult as you casually let a condescending laugh escape your throat. I’ve met you before haven’t I ? Yes, yes I have. I have felt this way before in the past. Unsure and cautious. I have learned the signs, and I know it is a road I wish not to travel again. I see anger and sickness ahead, not for me, but for you. I won’t share certain things with you, ever. And I won’t lose myself for anyone anymore. I am me, it took me a long time to see the worth in that, and not spent on a waste like you. To some they might see me as fortunate, because they can’t see what was lost. Whereas some, well they might see me as a beaten up prospect, who at one point might have been a good investment. Me, I see me an indivdual who has seen alot of places without driving, flying or taking a train. I see someone who believes in the impossible when nobody else will even consider it. Sometimes I forget how the world is, and the people that occupy it’s space. And I think happiness is available for all of us, sure it shifts shape and changes course at times, but it is an option. Can you handle the journey to obtain it? Will you be a man or a mouse? Will you stand or will you fall? Me, I will stand. I will stand on my legs UNTIL I fall. I might overreact, I might not think all the time before I act or speak.But I do speak the truth, it’s there, right there in black and white. And I don’t give up, and I don’t give in. I won’t be belittled or verbally mutilated by a creation such as you. So realize when our paths should possibly cross again, my tongue should be twice as sharp as my opponents and my defense unbeatable
Feelin’ A Little October
See the leaves fall, feel the air chill, soon Halloween will be here, and bags we will fill.
At last, the time is near for ghosts and ghouls, witches and warlocks and feasts for fools.
Haunted houses, hay rides, and cats with yellow eyes, we all get excited when we look at the candy corn sky.
Clouds shaped like broomsticks and frankenstein faces or skeletons broken in quite a few places.
Mom would make cinnamon rolls with spider gummys, I know it sounds gross, but the kids found them quite yummy!
My dog Dolce with antlers, he’s dressed like a reindeer, it was either that or a biker get up with a sign reading: ” No Fear”.
I don’t know what inspired me to write this down, maybe it was the decorations Summer and I admired when we were in town.
Inside the pumpkins are candles that light the design created, when the imagination explodes, that’s what gets me elated.
Have a great Halloween this wonderful season, go to Diehls & drink cider, BEST cinnamon doughnuts , no teasin’..=)
A Randon Thought…
You get up you brush your teeth, you ironically go start a pot of coffee, thus another reason to brush your teeth. You get your child (ren) up and get them motivated, and by then the caffeine starts motivating you. Your getting dressed, your helping them with picking out an outfit so they can get dressed. You get their snack, water. Sign their notebook for school, clean away breakfast dishes, get backpack, coat and shoes. Not in that order..=) You check the frig’ , look on the menu/calendar and tell them what is for lunch And finally, head for the bus stop. You take a breath. You play I spy “with my little eye”, like my daughter says, until the bus comes, you give kisses, and say I love you, and the bus pulls away ……..see that’s the problem. I know me as a Mom, as a homemaker, I love being both of those things with all my heart. But, when i am alone it can be depressing at times. I am the type of person who would love to throw themselves into something and keep busy, than to be left without an agenda. What do I do when I have to deal with just me?
Soul Note~1
I saw you standing there on the bridge. you looked so grown up with that gleam in your beautiful eyes. Something happened at that moment, a feeling that would change my life forever. I think back now and exhale to the thought of it, and long to relive that day, see that gleam radiate just one more time.
As I listen to the rain outside my window, and listen to each individual note that is created in descent, and the song that it sings as it splashes into its destination from heaven to earth. I think to myself, it must be your symphony, your new voice. Meaning, I find a little bit of you in all that is life.
As I listen to the rain outside my window, and listen to each individual note that is created in descent, and the song that it sings as it splashes into its destination from heaven to earth. I think to myself, it must be your symphony, your new voice. Meaning, I find a little bit of you in all that is life.
The Greatest Gift
The leaves are a distant thought, and there is a thin layer of snow on the ground .Lights illuminate the houses and Christmas trees peak there way out from windows to show the arrival of the holiday season. Soon snowmen will be greeting you in every yard, as well as snow angels made with love from a child who believes. This is the time when people reflect on memories which are such important windows in life to look through. What is in your heart will always be, once it arrives there it never departs. I think that is one of the greatest gifts of all, our ability to remember and cherish what life has given us.
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