Sharing thoughts, poetry and stories.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken
— Oscar Wilde.
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prayers of many blessings to each of you. Hope this year brings you closer to God, family, good health and prosperity.
I plan to…I want to. I need to…I intend to, do better this year. In everything. Commit to God more, be more productive, be more helpful, be more giving. I have been given so much. I am so abundantly blessed. And I want to give back. Pay it forward. I pray I recognize opportunities and have the faith and courage to do what ever I need to do.
I battle fear. Mostly fear of failure of various kinds. From afraid of sounding or acting stupid. To afraid of just plain messing something up. I continue to pray for courage. And wisdom. And incite. And I pray the same for all of you, my lovelies.
Namaste’
Coffee or tea,
It doesn’t matter to me.
As long as its warm,
as long as its creamy.
It make me smile.
It makes me dreamy.
Chai or pumpkin spice,
Chamomile or peach,
French vanilla or hazelnut;
I’ll take one of each!
I love my coffee and
I love my tea.
They make me feel
All warm and fuzzy,
Have some with me!
This came from a combination of my obvious love for tea and what I call “fru-fru” coffee, and my love for Etcetera in Paducah KY.
I don’t get to go much any more and sadly I found out that Friday’s open mic night ends this last Friday of the year. I’m told it’s possible it’ll start back up else where. But I doubt I’ll attend. It’s not the same as it was. Last time I went people were so loud people who where performing/speaking had to practically yell to be heard. And I don’t exactly have a booming voice. Well sometimes I can get embarrassingly loud but don’t mean to…most of the time. I don’t seem to have much control over the volume of my voice. Much to my mom’s dismay. She’s lost at least 40% of her hearing. And we get aggravated with each other because I don’t speak loud enough and when I do I’m angry cuz I had to repeat myself 3xs. But in all fairness my hearing kinda sucks too. I don’t know if it’s more comprehending than hearing or not. Maybe 50/50.
But I digress…as a friend of mine says ” I don’t know what ‘gress’ is or why I’m dying it.”
But that’s neither here or there.
Any way…
Let me explain “Fru-fru” (could be froo froo): it’s when something is extra. Like fluffy, ruffly, lacey, tasselly. Or in food; extra flavors added. Like creamers, or syrups that are beyond the norm. Norm being things like french vanilla and maple syrup. Fru-fru being Italian Cream and blackberry syrup. You get what I’m saying? You pickin’ up what I’m putting down?
I got the phrase from another friend of mine. It was brought to my attention that nothing that comes out of my mouth is original. Each phrase comes from something I heard some one say and I liked it and started using it. At the time I was hurt by the comment. But I’ve come to realize that even though it was harsh, it’s true. But I don’t think I’m the only one like that. In fact I think the general population is like that. It seems like our vocabulary is a mix of things we’ve heard others say. So now if some one told me that, I’d be like: yeah, what’s your point.
Ok so I think I’ve rambled on enough. I do hope to get another page of Raven and Eagle posted in the near future. But it’s been so busy I just haven’t had time to.
I hope you are doing good today, take care my lovelies.
Namaste’
This literally happened some years back. I use to go outside every night before I went to bed while the weather was mild. I would stargaze or watch the trees sway in the wind and talk things out with God (or cry). God’s creation of nature has always been a comfort for me. I don’t enjoy getting bit up by mosquitoes mind you. But I love a mimosa summer breeze and fireflies and crickets chirping (out side) and frogs croaking and night birds singing and the trees swaying, and the stars twinkling and my cat rubbing up against my legs…I just feel God’s presence so strongly in those moments. And I so appreciate the comfort he gives me, the strength he gives me; the peace he gives me. No matter how much I’ve screwed up. I make peace with it. And knew that I was given another tomorrow, it was another opportunity to do good things to glorify and honor God. To make good decisions. To help people and to…just keep trying.
Ok I’m sooo blinking tired. Yeah it a bit after 1:30am here, and yet I’m still up pecking away. Ok. I’m going to bed. No really! Good night all. Sleep well. May you be blessed with another today and another tomorrow. Another chance, another opportunity to do good. What ever life throws at you. You can have God watch your 6.
This is several years old. One of those days when you think about mortality. And what comes next. And what will happen after I’m gone. Just so you all know. I want a party. Not a funeral. I want to be cremated. Get real creative with my ashes. Like mix it with paint and create a beautiful painting or have someone make one of those really cool glass pieces. Or put my ashes in a biodegradable urn, and grow something beautiful!
Or if I’m gone before I’m dead, what ever you do. Who ever is left. Don’t let them mark you. Don’t fall for it. Yes it’ll be harder than you could ever imagine. But in the end it’ll be worth it. It’ll be your last chance. Give God your heart. He will help you through. Don’t give up.
I know I’m being weird. But when it happens you’ll know.
I’ve actually been working on this since 1999. I decided to throw out the very beginning to see what people thought. I may share more if people respond well to it. I hope it’s not to small to read. Wasn’t crazy about typing that all out again. So I copy and pasted. There are 28 rich text document pages on the home computer so far. And no the home computer does not have internet. We iz po. Can’t even afford the other o and r.
I have another one that is completely unrelated based on a dream I had. (No, not the dream in a previous blog.) I titled it: When David became Goliath.. No, it’s not a twist on the Bible story but knowing who and how David was when went up against Goliath and we know who and how Goliath was. So hopefully you get the picture. I dunno. If it’s too confusing I may change it. Anyway. I’ll try that next if any one shows interest.
Very likely written in 2010. This is one of those poems I will be altering to protect the guilty.
Be my beautiful distraction.
Turn my head away from the chaos around me.
Make me believe you are my angel.
Fly me away to a land free from hate and heart break.
Be my dream weaver.
Let my mind wander through your world.
Let me look into your eyes and see your soul.
Let me love you.
May the walls between us crumble to allow the sharing of each other’s hearts.
Then you will see who I really am.
Let me be your beautiful distraction.
Together, maybe we can survive this madness we call life.
Written very possibly 2010. Maybe ’09.
Love me.
Want me.
Kiss me.
Hold me.
Please me.
Help me.
Comfort me.
Respect me.
Appreciate me.
Listen to me.
Understand me.
Encourage me.
Care for me.
Be patient with me.
Believe in me.
For every one of these,
I will give in return.
Im going to continue posting a variety of old poems. Some of them could be ridiculously mushy. Some ridiculously depressing. Some I may do some rewriting because either I think it sounds better wording it a different way of I’m ommiting details to protect the guilty. I had a real nasty habit of falling in love entirely too quickly with the wrong men. And ultimately make a complete and total fool of my self. I tended to be obsessive. I think because I was just so desperate. I had the whole abandonment/daddy issues. Plus I’ve never been very mature. Always filling my head with fantasy. Now. I’m not as bad. I still battle myself over it. No telling how many times a day I tell myself to shut up….where was I going with this. (Yeah I’m easily distracted too) oh that’s right. Love, or lack there of poetry. Romantic love. For the next at least couple post. Maybe more. I guess I’m just wanting to document these somewhere, while showing the contrast of states of mind between each poem and the difference between now and then. Hopefully this is not going to be torturous for any one. Maybe you might even understand how I felt/feel. Any how…thanks for tolerating me. Hope you are have a good night/day. Peace to you all.
Namaste’
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