To Be Human
We found him at the corner of Crabhead & Dead
a mere mortal
pretending to be something he's not:
Novel
Forget the disheveled look,
the aloof stare,
quality scars seemingly showing
gangrene
He just did not look
undead
He would be spotted
a mile away
and would not make it past the
Alzores and surly not past
the graveyard
Still,
we took him with us
risking life and limb
His of course
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
The Mutilated Mind
What happens to the mutilated mind?
What will we find?
Is it like a sundried flower
A hint of fragrance, no power?
Easily blown by the sweetest wind
Tossed by nature, crushed by men?
Or is it a shell more shattered than most
An unfulfilled dream, an empty host?
It spoke to me directly one fine day
In a small voice, this is what it had to say:
I know you think I am damaged beyond repair
Not settling on one thought, going here and there
I'm not a vessel that appears to be lost
I am a hidden sundry but valuable in cost
Tucked away in the lining of a skeletal purse
I don't need a doctor, I don't need a nurse
What I need is to be consoled; I need love
Grace, compassion and strength from above
Then out of creative darkness, you will see
I am mutilated no more, I am free
What happens to the mutilated mind?
What will we find?
Is it like a sundried flower
A hint of fragrance, no power?
Easily blown by the sweetest wind
Tossed by nature, crushed by men?
Or is it a shell more shattered than most
An unfulfilled dream, an empty host?
It spoke to me directly one fine day
In a small voice, this is what it had to say:
I know you think I am damaged beyond repair
Not settling on one thought, going here and there
I'm not a vessel that appears to be lost
I am a hidden sundry but valuable in cost
Tucked away in the lining of a skeletal purse
I don't need a doctor, I don't need a nurse
What I need is to be consoled; I need love
Grace, compassion and strength from above
Then out of creative darkness, you will see
I am mutilated no more, I am free
Friday, March 23, 2012
Quotes
Even if the only rose you can find is one springing from concrete, don't pass it by without admiring its beauty.
It's all right there! If you see the world with open eyes, it becomes your paintbrush and your mind is the canvas. That's how creativity works.
The sadder the smile the deeper the sorrow.
Happiness is meant for all.
Stupidity: An idiot doesn't know any better.
Let bygones be bygones unless your bygone is in the future. Then I suggest you try to catch it. But I'm not gonna kid ya, it will be most difficult. Got a time machine handy?
We are stronger and more vulnerable in the middle.
The heart is eternal and so is my love.
Even if the only rose you can find is one springing from concrete, don't pass it by without admiring its beauty.
It's all right there! If you see the world with open eyes, it becomes your paintbrush and your mind is the canvas. That's how creativity works.
The sadder the smile the deeper the sorrow.
Happiness is meant for all.
Stupidity: An idiot doesn't know any better.
Let bygones be bygones unless your bygone is in the future. Then I suggest you try to catch it. But I'm not gonna kid ya, it will be most difficult. Got a time machine handy?
We are stronger and more vulnerable in the middle.
The heart is eternal and so is my love.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Saturday Morning Parade
"Beat! Beat! Beat!" said the drum
"Tap! Tap! Tap!" said the foot
This is for excitement, just for fun
Otherwise, it is all for moot.
Ting! Ting! Ting! went the bell
Clap! Clap! Clap! went the crowd
Sunshine and good times we will sell
Popcorn... bubblegum, our parade is loud!
"SHHHHHHHUSH!!!"
Then, there's a quietness, a lull
A tiny tot, a sweet little dear
Suddenly, she CRASHES her cymbals
The audience belts out a cheer!
"YES! YES! YES!" shout the townspeople
Dance! Dance! Dance! in the street
The Saturday Parade marches uphill
A weekend musical treat!
copyright ©2011 Mari
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Friday, March 02, 2012
Leatlu's Journey
I yawn and my stomach churns as I sit in Nonfiction Literature class today. The drone of Professor Cabb’s voice as he reads this passage from the textbook is getting the best of me. My mind is gone. Instead, I’m at the post office picking up another care package sent to me by my “Mamo”, a little love name I call my adopted mother. I smile as I think about the positive warmth her handmade treasures bring me while I study here at Knoxfork.
“Blue ice stretched to the horizon, fading into the blinding rays of another waning winter sun,” he reads. “She shivered violently as the shifting mass groaned under her feet. She instinctively glanced down, looking for cracks under the transparent sheen. Suddenly, she tensed, dropped to her knees and desperately clawed at the ice. She screamed, cursing the ground for not readily giving up the treasure she needed so badly."
He shifted in his seat then continued reading.
"Many hours later in the mist of the dawn, a group of Evenothes, government workers who travelled daily through the northern plateau, found her rigid and slumped on the ice. The Evenothes cackled like happy hyenas at the sight. They taunted her corpse and called her a Kaachi rathmos, a silly girl, who should have been home with her mother. They were even amused at how her bloodied fingers had become fused with the icy earth…”
I hear a scoff coming from behind me somewhere in the classroom. The professor hears it as well and abruptly stops reading. Straining over his gold wire spectacles at the drowsy and dreary eyes staring back at him, he helps gravity close the book. The echo could be heard throughout the classroom, probably reverberating in the halls and maybe even outside.
“You think this is funny?” he asks. “You think the untimely death of a young woman set forth on a journey along the dismal icy northern Cazola plains in subzero temperatures amusing?”
Quite often, we had been privy to Dr. Cabb’s outlandish tirades about various literary pieces. Just when Dr. Cabb was about to let us have it, some brave soul asks a million dollar question.
“Why did she die?”
Dr. Cabb slowly ascends from behind his desk and begins pacing the front of the classroom, his Brutinis drumming a methodical beat.
“Leatlu was only 15 when she became pregnant in her small oppressed village. We do not know the specifics of her pregnancy; whether it was from the beatings and rape she had endured many times from the guards or from a romantic tryst. All we know is that Leatlu, with the help of her mother Blesinga, hid the pregnancy. That summer by the time the snow melted, she had a baby girl. All was right with the world Leatlu thought. She finally had someone to call her own. She thought finally the great sky God had smiled on her. Then the winter came. It was the harshest winter the eldest of the elders could ever remember. Everything had frozen. The family’s harvest combined with the rations of the government were running out. On top of that, Leatlu’s baby was sick. Her cough grew worse."
Dr. Cabb left the front of the classroom and is now pacing the narrow aisles that separate our desks. Uneasiness again arose within me as I listen to him talk but this time it did not seem to derive from hunger. "I've read this before. I've read this before," I found myself saying over and over in my head. I began to quietly flip pages in the textbook, trying to locate the source of his increasingly intriguing recitation.
"The old village Shaman told Leatlu of a yellow farfara flower that grows wild in the south country that stops coughs and brings great healing. Leatlu thought maybe she should go look for this flower but her mother did not want her to go. It was so cold but the baby’s condition gradually got worse. So one night, Leatlu put on her warmest of gekti, sheep’s wool, and reindeer hide. With the Shaman’s blessing, Leatlu set out on her journey to save her baby girl. But Leatlu had never traveled so far from her village before and at a crossroad, she turned the wrong way. Tired, cold and now walking on shifting ice away from the tall evergreens, Leatlu knew she was lost. But something miraculous happened. Leatlu saw something brilliant beneath her feet through the ice. It was a farfara flower! Leatlu tried to dig through the ice as long as she could. The government workers found her the next morning. They returned her body to her village. Her mother, stricken with grief, prepared to bury her daughter. As she folded the clothing Leatlu wore on her journey, a yellow farfara flower fell to the floor from the gekti pocket. Her mother smiles and praises her sky God. She also thanks Leatlu for completing her journey. The baby coughing and crying in the background was saved.”
I hear the halt of the professor's pacing right in front of my desk.
“And that is why she died.”
I can’t look up, I won’t look up. I was scared, stunned and had tears in my eyes. It suddenly is all clear to me now. My adopted mother has made me beautiful headbands as long as I can remember. And on each headband, she always includes at least one small yellow flower. A farfara flower. I am Leatlu’s daughter! But... how did he know?
I yawn and my stomach churns as I sit in Nonfiction Literature class today. The drone of Professor Cabb’s voice as he reads this passage from the textbook is getting the best of me. My mind is gone. Instead, I’m at the post office picking up another care package sent to me by my “Mamo”, a little love name I call my adopted mother. I smile as I think about the positive warmth her handmade treasures bring me while I study here at Knoxfork.
“Blue ice stretched to the horizon, fading into the blinding rays of another waning winter sun,” he reads. “She shivered violently as the shifting mass groaned under her feet. She instinctively glanced down, looking for cracks under the transparent sheen. Suddenly, she tensed, dropped to her knees and desperately clawed at the ice. She screamed, cursing the ground for not readily giving up the treasure she needed so badly."
He shifted in his seat then continued reading.
"Many hours later in the mist of the dawn, a group of Evenothes, government workers who travelled daily through the northern plateau, found her rigid and slumped on the ice. The Evenothes cackled like happy hyenas at the sight. They taunted her corpse and called her a Kaachi rathmos, a silly girl, who should have been home with her mother. They were even amused at how her bloodied fingers had become fused with the icy earth…”
I hear a scoff coming from behind me somewhere in the classroom. The professor hears it as well and abruptly stops reading. Straining over his gold wire spectacles at the drowsy and dreary eyes staring back at him, he helps gravity close the book. The echo could be heard throughout the classroom, probably reverberating in the halls and maybe even outside.
“You think this is funny?” he asks. “You think the untimely death of a young woman set forth on a journey along the dismal icy northern Cazola plains in subzero temperatures amusing?”
Quite often, we had been privy to Dr. Cabb’s outlandish tirades about various literary pieces. Just when Dr. Cabb was about to let us have it, some brave soul asks a million dollar question.
“Why did she die?”
Dr. Cabb slowly ascends from behind his desk and begins pacing the front of the classroom, his Brutinis drumming a methodical beat.
“Leatlu was only 15 when she became pregnant in her small oppressed village. We do not know the specifics of her pregnancy; whether it was from the beatings and rape she had endured many times from the guards or from a romantic tryst. All we know is that Leatlu, with the help of her mother Blesinga, hid the pregnancy. That summer by the time the snow melted, she had a baby girl. All was right with the world Leatlu thought. She finally had someone to call her own. She thought finally the great sky God had smiled on her. Then the winter came. It was the harshest winter the eldest of the elders could ever remember. Everything had frozen. The family’s harvest combined with the rations of the government were running out. On top of that, Leatlu’s baby was sick. Her cough grew worse."
Dr. Cabb left the front of the classroom and is now pacing the narrow aisles that separate our desks. Uneasiness again arose within me as I listen to him talk but this time it did not seem to derive from hunger. "I've read this before. I've read this before," I found myself saying over and over in my head. I began to quietly flip pages in the textbook, trying to locate the source of his increasingly intriguing recitation.
"The old village Shaman told Leatlu of a yellow farfara flower that grows wild in the south country that stops coughs and brings great healing. Leatlu thought maybe she should go look for this flower but her mother did not want her to go. It was so cold but the baby’s condition gradually got worse. So one night, Leatlu put on her warmest of gekti, sheep’s wool, and reindeer hide. With the Shaman’s blessing, Leatlu set out on her journey to save her baby girl. But Leatlu had never traveled so far from her village before and at a crossroad, she turned the wrong way. Tired, cold and now walking on shifting ice away from the tall evergreens, Leatlu knew she was lost. But something miraculous happened. Leatlu saw something brilliant beneath her feet through the ice. It was a farfara flower! Leatlu tried to dig through the ice as long as she could. The government workers found her the next morning. They returned her body to her village. Her mother, stricken with grief, prepared to bury her daughter. As she folded the clothing Leatlu wore on her journey, a yellow farfara flower fell to the floor from the gekti pocket. Her mother smiles and praises her sky God. She also thanks Leatlu for completing her journey. The baby coughing and crying in the background was saved.”
I hear the halt of the professor's pacing right in front of my desk.
“And that is why she died.”
I can’t look up, I won’t look up. I was scared, stunned and had tears in my eyes. It suddenly is all clear to me now. My adopted mother has made me beautiful headbands as long as I can remember. And on each headband, she always includes at least one small yellow flower. A farfara flower. I am Leatlu’s daughter! But... how did he know?
Friday, February 17, 2012
I Wish I Had Time In A Bottle
I do wish I had Time in a bottle
I would let him out every now and then
to redo the things I messed up on
There would never be words like 'the end'
I know it's a selfish thing to do
keeping Time locked up for my use
But precious things leave when unattended
That is what happens when Time is loose
I do wish I had Time in a bottle
I would let him out every now and then
to redo the things I messed up on
There would never be words like 'the end'
I know it's a selfish thing to do
keeping Time locked up for my use
But precious things leave when unattended
That is what happens when Time is loose
Friday, February 03, 2012
Dear Don Cornelius, You brought me great great joy in my living room with your show that came on each Saturday when I was a kid. I would dance the whole hour. Because of your show, I was blown away with the leader of the Jackson 5 one day when I saw him do the robot to Dancing Machine. We would tune in to your show to not only see the entertainment but to check out the latest funky fashions, dances and hairstyles. That next Monday, we would always talk about what we had seen on your show and where we were going to get those pants that the long haired Asian chick or Jody Whatley had on. You were the hippest trip in America. Love, Peace and Soul. RIP
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Quotes
The most important time in your life: The one beween birth and death.
Parents: Don't be afraid to give your advice and opinion to your kids... no matter how much they hate it.
The blessing is not in thinking about yourself but in thinking about others.
"People are nutz." ~Mr Peanut
You got four wishes. >>>> an unconventional genie
We all need a little sunshine in our lives.
Move the day. Conquer the night.
You don't give yourself enough credit. You know more than you think you do.
Don't be a wallflower. Leave that to framed artwork, the murals and the wallpaper.
If your ego is bigger than your pants, everyone is eventually going to see it.
Do your own thing. And be creative about it.
The heavens is involved in everything we know.
Here's a brush. Paint your words with style.
A word of appreciation goes a long way.
To the soul, be a light, a beacon like a lighthouse is to ships.
I'm not the expert but I'm her apprentice.
Posted at a campground: It may be a tent but it's home.
Your window to the future: It looks like just the sky but it's the UNIVERSE.
On a neverending quest to bring worldwide cheer? Start at home.
Dare to soar. Make life a winged adventure.
I want to fall among the stars and be caught by the heavens.
The will to do something is more powerful than anybody telling you that you can't.
Love that is painful may not be worth having.
Be cool. She's not worth it.
You are brilliant, refreshing and uplifting.
Sometimes success is not $5000, sometimes it's $50. It's all in how you look at it. #patience
So many to thank. You better get started.
Don't give up your good energy. Rearrange something in your life.
The most important time in your life: The one beween birth and death.
Parents: Don't be afraid to give your advice and opinion to your kids... no matter how much they hate it.
The blessing is not in thinking about yourself but in thinking about others.
"People are nutz." ~Mr Peanut
You got four wishes. >>>> an unconventional genie
We all need a little sunshine in our lives.
Move the day. Conquer the night.
You don't give yourself enough credit. You know more than you think you do.
Don't be a wallflower. Leave that to framed artwork, the murals and the wallpaper.
If your ego is bigger than your pants, everyone is eventually going to see it.
Do your own thing. And be creative about it.
The heavens is involved in everything we know.
Here's a brush. Paint your words with style.
A word of appreciation goes a long way.
To the soul, be a light, a beacon like a lighthouse is to ships.
I'm not the expert but I'm her apprentice.
Posted at a campground: It may be a tent but it's home.
Your window to the future: It looks like just the sky but it's the UNIVERSE.
On a neverending quest to bring worldwide cheer? Start at home.
Dare to soar. Make life a winged adventure.
I want to fall among the stars and be caught by the heavens.
The will to do something is more powerful than anybody telling you that you can't.
Love that is painful may not be worth having.
Be cool. She's not worth it.
You are brilliant, refreshing and uplifting.
Sometimes success is not $5000, sometimes it's $50. It's all in how you look at it. #patience
So many to thank. You better get started.
Don't give up your good energy. Rearrange something in your life.
Friday, January 06, 2012
50 Years Old
The old grandma cried
then lied
about her age
thus making a better wage
in the land
of younger people and man
Quotes
God gave us curiosity & conflict; the ability to love, enjoy sex & imagination. Have fun using all these things.
You leave me no choice but to love you.
Think of death & dying as something you have to do... later. Much later.
Move the day. Conquer the night.
The old grandma cried
then lied
about her age
thus making a better wage
in the land
of younger people and man
Quotes
God gave us curiosity & conflict; the ability to love, enjoy sex & imagination. Have fun using all these things.
You leave me no choice but to love you.
Think of death & dying as something you have to do... later. Much later.
Move the day. Conquer the night.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
It's Not Going To Be That Bad Today
Deep breath
Smell the sunshine
A peek from beneath the covers
The day is mine
Quotes
We all are some type of vehicle. Do you carry the good or the bad?
Failing at flailing. Trying not to fall
The head is heavy like a bowling ball but will it roll?
Remember Let's Make a Deal? Sometimes you have to let go of something to get something better.
Watch the little things. It's always the little things that get ya.
Deep breath
Smell the sunshine
A peek from beneath the covers
The day is mine
Quotes
We all are some type of vehicle. Do you carry the good or the bad?
Failing at flailing. Trying not to fall
The head is heavy like a bowling ball but will it roll?
Remember Let's Make a Deal? Sometimes you have to let go of something to get something better.
Watch the little things. It's always the little things that get ya.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Quotes
Reach your goals faster with a pen. Write them down
Watch out for falling rocks. They hit you when you least expect it.
Love is like the moon, fulfilling to behold.
Don't send up cheap prayers. Be fervent in your asking and glorifying upon receipt.
To some people it's just mild indigestion, to others its life changing.
Make your mark in the world otherwise you may be forgotten.
Reach your goals faster with a pen. Write them down
Watch out for falling rocks. They hit you when you least expect it.
Love is like the moon, fulfilling to behold.
Don't send up cheap prayers. Be fervent in your asking and glorifying upon receipt.
To some people it's just mild indigestion, to others its life changing.
Make your mark in the world otherwise you may be forgotten.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
**one of my favorite poems:
No Man Is An Island
by John Donne
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as a manor of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
No Man Is An Island
by John Donne
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as a manor of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Quotes
If you really love someone, you do for them what others think is crazy. That's part of COMPASSION.
What you believe becomes reality.
Stay focused on the present.
If your mountain is Everest, it's ok to go around it.
You're a little bit special... ok I lied. You're VERY special
A consequence is not always bad. It is the natural order of things. It is the answer to an equation.
Kindle a life. Live by example.
It's seems better to dance than cry.
If you really love someone, you do for them what others think is crazy. That's part of COMPASSION.
What you believe becomes reality.
Stay focused on the present.
If your mountain is Everest, it's ok to go around it.
You're a little bit special... ok I lied. You're VERY special
A consequence is not always bad. It is the natural order of things. It is the answer to an equation.
Kindle a life. Live by example.
It's seems better to dance than cry.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sea of Forgiveness
I roll around in a sea of forgiveness
My ship is a mess
I am no longer angry at those who did me wrong
In my heart there is a new song.
Quotes
Don't go out on a lamb; go out on a lion
Delight and desire go hand in hand
Music is our saving grace. It is important. If there is no music, there is no redemption.
Being in the middle means you are one step away from doom and one step away from greatness.
When following your passion or extolling your message, at first ther is always pain. There is always a struggle.
"O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant” ~from Measure for Measure by Shakespeare
A consequence is not always bad. It is the natural order of things. It is the answer to an equation.
Enthusiasm is only what you make of it.
All your head thoughts won't set you free.
The gravel in my driveway met the paved road to your heart.
I roll around in a sea of forgiveness
My ship is a mess
I am no longer angry at those who did me wrong
In my heart there is a new song.
Quotes
Don't go out on a lamb; go out on a lion
Delight and desire go hand in hand
Music is our saving grace. It is important. If there is no music, there is no redemption.
Being in the middle means you are one step away from doom and one step away from greatness.
When following your passion or extolling your message, at first ther is always pain. There is always a struggle.
"O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant” ~from Measure for Measure by Shakespeare
A consequence is not always bad. It is the natural order of things. It is the answer to an equation.
Enthusiasm is only what you make of it.
All your head thoughts won't set you free.
The gravel in my driveway met the paved road to your heart.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Smile
We met in the sky
I didn't know he could fly
We stroll hand in hand
throughout the heavens
His smile was some-
kind of BIG wonderful, fun
Am I Wendy or Lois Lane?
Careless, I enjoy the view
The sun reflecting
His smile intercepting
any negativity, any ominous feeling
He kills any nervousness and jitters
With the setting of the sun
I never want to let go of our fun-
filled day in the sky
Can I keep him with me always?
But then he let go of my hand
and off into the sunset he ran
With that I knew I must face
the murky billows alone
Ahead the thickness, dark as night
I want to follow his smile into the light
I bide my time knowing later we’ll get to play
within our own limitless sunset
I awaken and smile
We met in the sky
I didn't know he could fly
We stroll hand in hand
throughout the heavens
His smile was some-
kind of BIG wonderful, fun
Am I Wendy or Lois Lane?
Careless, I enjoy the view
The sun reflecting
His smile intercepting
any negativity, any ominous feeling
He kills any nervousness and jitters
With the setting of the sun
I never want to let go of our fun-
filled day in the sky
Can I keep him with me always?
But then he let go of my hand
and off into the sunset he ran
With that I knew I must face
the murky billows alone
Ahead the thickness, dark as night
I want to follow his smile into the light
I bide my time knowing later we’ll get to play
within our own limitless sunset
I awaken and smile
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Details
Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie to you?
The truth is...
The clouds are made of cream cheese.
I dont speak "lemonese".
Chocolate milk comes from brown cows.
And YES you can use cheese curls for eyebrows.
Open up your coloring book
In your mind nothing is as it should look
Because THIS is imagination heaven.
It doesnt matter if your infinity x seven.
The truth is in the details, my dear.
The details are everywhere.
Slay
On top of the hill, I slayed the dragon.
I stabbed him with my swords.
But instead of blood and goo and guts,
out came my very own words.
"EXCELSIOR ESTA INSIDIOUS!
Alas I am free!"
My words lept onto my lips
and dwelled inside of me.
Evanescence
Dilly dally all day by the side of the road.
Livid in life if it must be told.
Create the creative see wonders unfold.
March among marionettes never grow old.
Quotes
I am so proud of you! You climbed the mountain, reached it's peak and lived to tell about it.
Do good and your outcome will become you.
Color your life with pastels & primary colors as well as black & white. Show off your composition.
Our planet... marvelous & inviting. A big blue & white marble in the darkness among twinkling lights.
Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie to you?
The truth is...
The clouds are made of cream cheese.
I dont speak "lemonese".
Chocolate milk comes from brown cows.
And YES you can use cheese curls for eyebrows.
Open up your coloring book
In your mind nothing is as it should look
Because THIS is imagination heaven.
It doesnt matter if your infinity x seven.
The truth is in the details, my dear.
The details are everywhere.
Slay
On top of the hill, I slayed the dragon.
I stabbed him with my swords.
But instead of blood and goo and guts,
out came my very own words.
"EXCELSIOR ESTA INSIDIOUS!
Alas I am free!"
My words lept onto my lips
and dwelled inside of me.
Evanescence
Dilly dally all day by the side of the road.
Livid in life if it must be told.
Create the creative see wonders unfold.
March among marionettes never grow old.
Quotes
I am so proud of you! You climbed the mountain, reached it's peak and lived to tell about it.
Do good and your outcome will become you.
Color your life with pastels & primary colors as well as black & white. Show off your composition.
Our planet... marvelous & inviting. A big blue & white marble in the darkness among twinkling lights.
Sunday, November 06, 2011
My Quotes
Forlorn, a lover's Despair
Unfulfilled hopes and dreams
Live and love don't be mean
The time of year is early spring
Without a beau, without a ring
I dream of the stars but have only reached the stratosphere. I have a long way to go.
I whisper silently in the wind. It comes back to me unheard, a flightless messenger bird. What a lonely life without a friend.
on a calm blue lake / an enriched moon beckons me / to the water's edge
Look what I took out of my secret pocket? It was LOVE. You roused this listless heart of mine. Your kiss is my invisible locket.
I'm barking at the moon. It's full.
Each liberty is mine for the taking Your presence is shrouded with a bow ~The Twinkle of Me
I built crashes; I tear down walls
If you can control your mind, your body will follow
Seriousness of life destroys the fragile dandelion called living.
My enemy: procrastination. I slay him every day.
Don't settle for second best. Settle for the best.
An immovable mountain obstructs your view. Have you tried seeing through the obstacle? Sometimes the obstacle is not as solid as it seems.
Scraping the bottom of the barrel requires long arms.
How can I make the world special? By just being myself. There is only one of me.
Treat your friends like a fine painting, treasure them.
We all make mistakes. That IS part of the strive toward perfection.
Forlorn, a lover's Despair
Unfulfilled hopes and dreams
Live and love don't be mean
The time of year is early spring
Without a beau, without a ring
I dream of the stars but have only reached the stratosphere. I have a long way to go.
I whisper silently in the wind. It comes back to me unheard, a flightless messenger bird. What a lonely life without a friend.
on a calm blue lake / an enriched moon beckons me / to the water's edge
Look what I took out of my secret pocket? It was LOVE. You roused this listless heart of mine. Your kiss is my invisible locket.
I'm barking at the moon. It's full.
Each liberty is mine for the taking Your presence is shrouded with a bow ~The Twinkle of Me
I built crashes; I tear down walls
If you can control your mind, your body will follow
Seriousness of life destroys the fragile dandelion called living.
My enemy: procrastination. I slay him every day.
Don't settle for second best. Settle for the best.
An immovable mountain obstructs your view. Have you tried seeing through the obstacle? Sometimes the obstacle is not as solid as it seems.
Scraping the bottom of the barrel requires long arms.
How can I make the world special? By just being myself. There is only one of me.
Treat your friends like a fine painting, treasure them.
We all make mistakes. That IS part of the strive toward perfection.
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