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It was the kind of day you step in front of traffic, then dare fate to fold you up in newspaper headlines.
Oh dreams came true alright, but you should have dreamed about not being a foolhardy dreamer; who can know these things. Maybe better instincts the next go-round.
Your mind is an ashtray full of stumped out intentions, it’s overflowing and starting to look like a barrel cactus. And you’re in just the right kind of mood, to burn another one down.
Your eyes slowly break open and realize how much you look forward to that double shot of communal antacid and how much you dread pouring yourself out onto the sidewalk for your morning bath in bright light. Today the dream is for a life lived in black and white.
Some days are better than others, but this one is exceptional. If overwhelmed and heartbroken had a love child, it would have been born at 6:30 this morning when you tore through a placenta of bed sheets.
But lust is on the menu today. It rarely doesn’t cause more problems, but having a little fun is not nothing. And it’s always easier to rally when excitement lies ahead. But creativity will have to be the secret sauce because you’ve gone and earned yourself “a reputation”. The last thing on her mind would be to see your stupid face today. Perfect.
Now, to pre-clarify, a simple plan, doesn’t mean good plan. And this may have been neither but good is a matter of perspective. Bad, well bad is easier to identify post mortem. Does it mean a man is no good, if no good comes from his actions or do intentions get any recognition? Asking for a friend.
Some things a man does, just for himself. No need for others to know about the challenge or triumph; it’s an integrity thing…this wasn’t one of those. This was more of a “gratuitous excitement” kind of thing.
You have have a customary pre-action thought of caution: sometimes fate just isn’t reasonable. But of course there’s no mystery in reason. A wise man once said “just because you can, doesnt mean you should”. Unfortunately that works the other way too.
But by tonight fate may finally be finished toying with you and tomorrow you’ll be a tabloid front page. She used to say “morning is for thinking, the nighttime is for feels”. It’s 4 seconds to midnight somewhere; you better get moving. But not before firing up another coffin nail.
You were placed on the planet
to write rhymes
but to many times
people tried to fit you
in between their lines
Their prefect pairings
not caring or wanting to be fair or kind
They couldn’t possibly see you
They were bonafide blind
not understanding you
unable to peek into your multifaceted mind
You say “Darkness and Negativity”
But you are starting off in the right place
praying on your knees
No, not needing the societal disease
Who cares if it’s man you please
Only God has the answers
He holds all the keys
He gave us the birds and the bees
and lets us build our houses
out of his trees
Change is coming
I can feel it cold blowing
on the breeze
Maybe God will show us
what He sees
I know sometimes
That mirror feels cracked and broken
The image you see is frozen
Words stuck on the other side of the glass
your reflection has never spoken
When you stare into those eyes
You wonder
What things will be discovered
as your spirit is awoken
Get on the love yourself train
God’s blessed you with a token
Don’t worry, I think all of us
feel incomplete
doing the life sad shuffle
just off a bit by a half beat
yet we get off our asses and repeat
Nothing ever got done
spending to much time in a seat
Get moving guy
bring out those happy feet
You’ve got things to do
and people to meet
Put words down on paper
Take all those thoughts
the good, bad, bold and beautiful
flow-fully fill up that stark white sheet
Like yours “my reality”
is imbedded within my insanity
sometimes I’m the victim
of my own voracious vanity
I think I need to go it alone
While needing something
to fill up this heart cavity
Sometimes I feel like floating far far away
yet I can’t escape emotional gravity
My loneliness is my own preferred prison
I am my own worst enemy
Is this a strange self fulfilling prophecy
Do I need to be separate from society
If so why do I want people to look and see
To read the essence that resides in me
It’s only when I write that I totally feel free
I guess in the end I’m who I am born to be!
Inspired by Christen Foster’s “My Reality” piece.
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Through your brokenness tried to break down my openness, bleeding human blood for that you told me I am wrong that I am not strong, that I am weird ,qweer and improperly strung, dying...emptying inside hanging on the rope that you strung, suffocating can't get air, can't grasp the chair,you stand there and spectate your creation looking annoyed by the sounds I make as I gasp for breathe then cut me down before I reach death and rub my neck and get me some water,then you tell me to stand up and get moving and you watch me falter, tell me to keep pace, feeling flushed in my face, dizzy losing this race, life in disgrace, misplaced in my place with you , ever confused as to what I mean to you, pleading for an answer you treat my inquires like their a cancer,ever searching for the answer ,this Lance is in my heart and it's bleeding out for you my dear,if only when you hear my squeals if you could feel, then maybe something here would be clear , through your frequent temperature changes my perception of you is lost in the haze,cold days and heat waves,try to see the truth ,fog for days, you've got my heart caged for you, masochistic love prisoner, roller coaster rider wearing blinders,no clear dividers ,where are the lines? ,what is the contract? What is this gig?, in your hands I snap like a twig, fractured and confused , distorted and used,rat crawling in my skin, damp within, crying inside, flames rise then again there's smoke,ever kindling the pit on these cold dark nights where there's a struggle to obtain any warmth,like a moth you wipe off just enough of my powder where I can't fly away but enough where I always crawl on back to you, unfortunately you never wish to fly with me ,oh baby could we soar,but Instead you leave my wings weak and sore,cold and worn, dying for your heat, falling at your feet, stammering to your light ,ever losing the fight ,it's in your dimness that I do dwell with you in this sweet repetitive hell, sit in my cage ever waiting for you to open my cell
CHALLENGES
By Edmund Siejka
He faced a challenge
That forced him to use all his abilities
But doubt clouded his judgement
Caution gave way to uncertainty.
Needing help
He recalled these words:
1. Believe in yourself
Never bend your head
Hold it high
And look the world straight in the eye.
2. Smell the coffee.
3. Stand on your own two legs.
4. Life is in front of you.
5. Seize the day.
6. Get up and get moving.
7. Work smarter, not harder.
8. Save for a rainy day.
9. The tough get going when the going gets tough.
10. K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple Stupid.
11. Put a glide in your stride and a pep in your step.
12. Let’s get moving, we’re burning daylight.
13. Don’t deter from the main effort.
14. Every strike brings you closer to the next home run.
15. It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.
16. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is.
17. A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.
18. Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, ‘I’m possible.’
19. The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
20. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
21. The mind is everything. What you think you become.
22. The road to success is always under construction.
23. Becoming is better than being.
24. Nothing is interesting if you’re not interested.
25. Look at a half empty glass as half full.
26. Ambition can’t wait.
27. Age is of no importance unless you’re a cheese.
And last, but not least:
28. Wake the hell up.
I used to have a recurring dream
In it, I was running
I mean, I was attempting to flee
From a man with a gun
Who tried to shoot me
Terror was gripping me
When my legs went numb, and I stumbled
Then he closed the distance between us
His eyes were full of anger and
sheer panic tore me from under
those deep bonds of slumber
Still, I dare not go directly back to sleep
Because I know he is still waiting
in the shadows of my next dream
But this time, awake and aware
It was neither a dream nor a nightmare
But there I was right in the midst
I know what it is like to die
Now, I know it can occur anytime
As the sun climbs upon the sky
Then, the world turns into darkness
That it did with me, at least
When a large handgun he raised
and aimed it at my face
I no sooner looked down the barrel
then, it suddenly burst into flames
He stood several feet ahead
in that moment, I knew I would be dead
That’s when everything went dark
Except something happened
that shattered the eternal sleep
It was me, and I heard myself screaming
Then I knew I was yet alive
If I wanted to keep breathing
I knew I had to think and
I must get moving quickly
Never before could I imagine
myself in such a predicament
I am safety conscious
and we reside in the High Desert
with relatively low crime rates
Moreover, I am a single mother
I have three small individuals
who depends upon me
Had I any premonition when I awoke
And prepared children for school
What would occur just four hours later,
I would give them lengthier hugs
when I took them to their bus stop
Since it would be a long time
until they would see me
The way I was back then
Even if they ever do again
Treasure Chest of Memories
Cleaning out my closet a chore this is sure to be. A day at best to dig through this stuff packed and stacked to the ceiling. Now, where to start and what to keep! Might as well start here at the top and get moving.
What on earth was I thinking to bring this home, out it goes? This looks like a keeper; it goes over here. This is cute I think I’ll keep it too. When did I get this; I don’t even remember it must not be too important, it can go too.
Now for my treasure chest filled with special things. A breathless moment as I open the lid and spot things; treasures from my past. Oh so many beautiful memories packed in here and tucked safely away in my heart as well. Time slows down as I savor each moment in time each of these treasures brings back to me.
I can’t believe this, it’s still so beautiful. Oh my God just look at this; it was my baby girls! I will always have her in my heart and treasure chest too. This is perfect, I remember this too! I had hoped this day would never end. This was the most special thing ever given to me; I remember crying in secret with pure joy.
This cut through my heart and left such a scar, I knew life would never be the same! I can’t believe at times I survived my very own life. Tears now stinging, no falling down my face; partly joy, partly sadness! This treasure chest holds so many memories; none of which I can part with.
I know these will always be with me buried inside my heart and tucked inside this chest. My mind will always remember each one of these, some sad, some happy but all are mine to remember!
Debbie Knapp.
Is it becoming apparent yet
That mankind wants to fly off earth in a jet
They are filled with so much pain and sorrow
For they direct there own path today and tomorrow
There are so many filled with so much hate
And this will be stopped at the gate
Unless they repent before its to late
So many walk in blindness and stumble
Watch out there's another one in a tumble
Oh will that one ever learn
For they keep breaking line not waiting there turn
They claim to love God and seek His way
If God is in all these I shall stay inside and pray
Are maybe take a hike up a mountain
For I will drink only from His fountain
For so many only love those of there race
This is not the love of God are His grace
If one sees things are improving
One should pack up and get moving
If you are for the things of this earth
Then my friend you are in need of rebirth
Not from the mom which you where in her womb
But from the one that could not be held in a tomb
That gate we look to enter so far away
We first need God in our temple to stay
Oh come back do not follow the others and stray
Ye harbour the things of flesh behind your wall
Only God can break these to fall
To seek God you will need to abandon man
That seek to cause hate and division with there fan
Through the glory of God I saw this and ran
Well mankind if you fly off in a jet
This will not stop the things yet
For you will still face death
I pray God fills you with His breath
An object, once it’s resting tends to stay there, it is true.
Forgetting its priorities and all it needs to do.
To be a man in motion, a dream of awesome bliss…
To be a force that no one can resist…
To overcome inertia and not lie there where I fell.
To shake free of my shackles and break out of my shell.
It seems the hardest thing to do for ordinary men.
To overcome inertia and get moving once again.
Life will knock you over, leave its tread marks on your face.
To lie there in the muck and murk can seem a sad disgrace.
To break the laws of gravity, we all yearn for the sky.
To free ourselves, forget our fear to fly…
To overcome inertia and not lie there where I fell.
To shake free of my shackles and break out of my shell.
It seems the hardest thing to do for ordinary men.
To overcome inertia and get moving once again.
So get up and get moving!
Baby steps are better than to take no steps at all.
So get up and get moving!
If you find you cannot walk then crawl!
An object, once it’s moving, should keep moving on its way.
Head into tomorrow, not be stuck in yesterday.
To be a man in motion, all my dreams are made of this:
To be a force that no one can resist…
To overcome inertia and not lie there where I fell.
To shake free of my shackles and break out of my shell.
It seems the hardest thing to do for ordinary men.
To overcome inertia and get moving once again.
It's Stressed, Our World!
What Can We Say!
Life is such a Game to Some.
The People in this World,
Are so Angry, Bitter, and Disrespectful, and Have Come Undone.
Just watch the news,
all around this land.
Some of these people,
truly don't give a dam!
Innocent people, animals too,
Blacks, Latino, Whites, and Jew.
It's time the Governments,
and Politicians, get Real.
And start to stand up to the Real Deal!
It's because of these Laws, so old and not new,
They need to be changed, updated, for the times,
This is What, You All Need to Do!
You hold these positions, in Office, we see!
It's time You get working on these issues,
Or get out, if need be!
The world is so stressed,
It shows everyday.
It's out of control, Oh, God how I Pray!
Why, do the innocents have to die, every Day?
Politicians ,and Government,
If they were your children,
Seriously, what would you do?
Would you allow your children to die?
Or Prove to the World, You mean Business and Do Try!
This Is the time to get moving, All Government, get on the Same Page.
Then All of Our Children, Will Grow to Full Age!
Written August 31, 2015
Cheryl L. Brown
What makes us sluggish, unable to get moving
It's something to do with low pressure
Known to cause problems in migraine sufferers
Unavoidable, can't change the weather
Happily I can say I'm not one of those sufferers
But I sure can sympathize, my friends
Other than a few minor muscle aches and pains
With this ailment I don't have to contend
Throughout my life I've been free of major ailments
My ten fingers and ten toes are all crossed
Whatever's ahead I'll have a hard time accepting
Must be brave and strong at all costs
It's never been a topic we like to discuss
When we're young and our life's on a roll
But lately the subject's been foremost on my mind
Guess my age is finally taking it's toll
As the old saying goes, “what will be will be”
The time frame is not usually up to us
Unless we determine we can't take it any more
And decide we've had quite enough
I don't recommend taking the cowards way out
Hang in there and see the thing through
Perhaps Nicole Kidman wants to feel your body
And show you her hidden tattoo!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015