Forever the fresh air
a shift in the trees..
wind in hair..
..drink of choice in hand.
Nowhere to be, no hurry, no worry..
Think Jimmy Buffett meets Tom Petty as the music plays..
Bare feet tickled by grass,
nothing to do but tell inflated tales of past adventures
and future conquests…laughs, maybe even a few nostalgic tears.
All there..time stood still.
Not where I’ve been
Not where I should be
Understanding this…
progress.
Ignorance…backslide.
Comes in cycles, this cognition.
Life.
Key is progression. Even if in stops and starts.
Never fear a step backward as long as you take two steps forward.
In progress…
Blue blush.
Red stain.
Trading like a hurricane.
Stop my man, can’t keep up.
Blur the lines. Blur the colors.
Fate will deal in it’s own order.
Try to keep up and fail.
Release grip, give slack
Purple blush heading back..
When mundane, look up.
The possibilities have no beginning..no end.
Look up.
Gaze at what might be.
Could be.
Will be.
Smile at the thought of making what could be, something that will be.
Is it so hard to return a smile?
To encourage with your words rather than not.
Lead by actions, actions that spur others to follow suit.
Return hate with class.
Return love with gratitude.
Why must it be a struggle…
these simple things..
Don’t take for granted this life we have.
Give back, feel the happiness it brings.
Speak words in my ear
breathe the sound
Warm. True.
Softly caress, tickle my ear.
Say it softly when you’re near…
thoughts we both need to hear.
Mood shifts cause shifts in music preference. Today-I am feeling very Metallica. Aggressive. Wishing I could pick a fight. Wanting things to change. Not knowing how. Tired of waiting for something that may not come. If I could blast Metallica full volume here at work, I would.
Hate feeling this way because I believe in karma. It’s bad karma that I am putting out there today. And I want good karma to come my way. There was hope yesterday. Today-I am in limbo. I don’t know whether to continue to hope or move on. Afraid to even put it in this blog entry that way if the opportunity passes, at least I am the only one that knows it passed.
What’s sad is I am not usually so down. But when a carrot of something you want is dangled in front of you-you want that damn carrot. This is where I find myself.
And the backdrop of all this feeling is Metallica today. It’s the music I hear in my head. It’s what matches my mood. The positive spin on this-Metallica’s music has always gotten me through whatever funk I may be in. Just have to believe this will pass.
Without shape and time..
it’s there, always there..
Plans, must have plans–
can’t deal, unknown.
Hope spark
Dare say
In the midst of chaos, where it doesn’t reign.
Hope spark
Dare to look
Harder to find, pressure builds
Respond
React
Act
Remain in chaos..or engage in chase.
Open up…look!
Hope sparks when our eyes are open. Our thoughts free–
Let it reign. Let it rain.
Come to me…
..the hill
..at dawn…
On the tip of your toes, quiet..still…
Sound is not welcome. Silence is.
Come to me…at the hill…
Take my hand, run with me…
…at dawn.
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Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck
