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Untitled I

The beauty of the day enraptures me
we are so blessed to be here.
Yet so many of us continue to destroy -
it remains a choice to be had.

I, too, am no angel or enchantress-
at least not all the time.
But there is something to be said about
what it is that we have here.

We are alive and control the outcome-
The masters of our own universe.
Seeing so much bloodshed,
and all the destruction in this world-
angers me and it makes me sad.

I suck in my nicotine and
put butter on my bread
Knowing the consequences-
and not paying no mind-
I couldn't even tell you why.

This self destruction spreads
like cancer in so many of us-
each with their own vice-
fighting their own inner war.

My heart is like a wildfire-
burning out of control.
In search of that necessary balance-
deep within my soul.

Untitled II

There are so many changes going on
all at once-
these changes in life-
they happen all the time.

Still I find myself wondering, what if?
Or pondering, what will be-
Only to find those questions maddening.

Life is.
And will always be.

Dr. Seuss - The Lorax

"UNLESS someone like you...cares a whole awful lot...nothing is going to get better...It's not."

1971

Look where we are now.

June 16th & My Only Hand...

It's the middle of June already...time continues to amaze me.

It is so very fleeting.

There is a wonderful link I want to share with all of you. It is so very important that we become aware of everything that is going on with our home...it's called the story of stuff.

http://www.storyofstuff.com/

Pretty amazing and cool and yet one of those things that makes you think...

Keep dreaming, keep thinking and loving!

Peace....

My Only Hand

Change has taken me by the hand
to search for what was lost.
The colours of my quilt are brighter now
and the texture more alive.

I still recall some faded pictures
that linger in my mind.
Within their own dimension,
another space in time.

And yet so close,
what once was-
Is just too far away
and within a blink, it is gone.

Day to day we grow and learn
to move ahead.
Guided through this maze alone-
Ending up alone.

So while on this inevitable journey
I play my only hand.
Keeping the tapestry balanced-
with diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts.

With eyes of fire and a flooded heart,
my feet remain planted deep within this earth.
Yet the winds of change continue to blow,
while I forever search for what was lost.

Decide what you want

And then make it happen.

That's the power inside us all. But sometimes we just let the surrounding static get in the way.

That's it.

It's worked for me more times than I can remember and for whatever reason I ignored it. Only to finally listen again. Never ever negate your inner bell!
It always - I repeat always ~ rings true.

So why do we self-sabotage sometimes? What is the purpose when this life is so short?

Kinda boggles my mind. Which brings me to another can of worms that I'm thinking about right now, but it's not positive so I won't go there. Only positive stuff...think positive...stay positive!

And within this timespace -- it kinda reminds me of some posey written on my birthday... 14 years ago - 11.3.82. Known as,

26th birthday

There are only
blurred visions left
of something
that was once
so clear

Deeply I so fear
that with each new day
such clarity will again
just fade away

Everything is a gamble
some monotonous charade
results that are different
in the end
remain the same

Death is inevitable
and life is but a dream
leaving me here
so hauntingly intrigued

That's it. Sharing with you - any of you - just because I want to. Take what you want and leave the rest...but please do it with love.

A little bit gypsy and a little bit witch - that's just me. PEACE.

The conflicting continuam

I know that there is more to this life.

The continued conflicting thougths that race through my mind can truly drive me crazy. All should be love, beauty, peace, etc. etc. etc. But right now I feel forced by necessaity to continue an occupation that I dread for pure survival. That needs to change and I know this and I know it will. So the continued question is what is my passion and what is it that I want to do with what is left with my existance? Hmmm so much to ponder.

I want to be able to spend more time with my boys, write and make a difference to this world....this environment! They need a home!!!! and so do their children and so on and so on and so on...And this reminds me of something I wrote on Earth Day, April 20, 1990 - and it just so happens that April 20th is my dad's bday. Hmmmm...coinkydink!

She sits alone
watching her memories of yesterday
forseeing tomorrow
but feeling lonely today

She wonders why:

The skies are dark and it's windy
her sun is sleeping.

They say that are home is slowly fading-
corroded corruption

It's hard as hell being here homeless-
ponder being breathless.

Yes today she is still lonely
just now more afraid

'Cause there are kids in this house that have dreams-
they dream about yesterday
having fun today

There must be a way to guarantee their tomorrow.

She needs help to try.

Bitter

The scratch on my face
reminds me of the bitterness
in my heart.

It’s reason is clear
and hazy at the same time.
You are mad!
And you are their father.

Your plot to kill
and your intended revenge,
will push you further
and further to your end.

Painful, dark and sick-
are the demons of your soul.
The scratch on my face
reminds me of bitterness
that I need to let go.