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Rumple Stein tapped his cane
on the dusty floorboards,
gathering the children in the
mansion's dark parlor.
"Long ago, this very house
belonged to a hunchback
goblin named Quasimodo, "he
whispered, pointing up.
"He had ears like a bat, feet
like a duck, and a crooked
back shaped like a giant
potato."
The grandfather clock
chimed midnight, its heavy
ticks matching the rhythm of
the children's racing hearts.
Quasimodo didn't want to hurt
anyone, Rumple Stein grinned,
he just hated people making loud
noises.
Suddenly, a loud, scraping
THUD- THUD- THUD echoed right
above their heads from the
dark attic stairs.
When the kids don't clean their
rooms, he stalks through the
halls and hides their favorite
toys!
The children gasped, looking
nervously at the dark corners
of the room as the curtains
rustled.
"He is watching right now,
waiting to see who leaves
their shoes on the floor
tonight."
Rumple Stein chuckled softly,
closed his book, and said,
"Now go clean up before
Quasimodo finds you."
They finally brought me paints this week
What did they think I would do? Stab myself with a brush?
I could have acted grateful but I am beyond that.
I am irritated at the world right now.
So I pick up the paints and I begin to throw them onto the canvas.
I am frenzied.
No one dares to talk to me.
They stay away until lunch time.
Lunch looks ridiculous. I do not eat it.
Punishing them.
The dead trees are finished.
Now for the trees.
I am in a silly circular mood.
The paints have added levity to this dour damp cell.
I begin swirling them with happy abandon.
One of my caretakers calls through the door.
My frown is back.
Damned mad now I add more dark dead trees.
Unconditional Love By Jack Horne and Beth Winchcombe
We’ve been through this a thousand times!
What can I say to make you see?
The love I felt for you has died -
I’m sorry, you’re not right for me.
You made me laugh!
You made me cry!
Now it seems you’ve gone away!
I should hate you,
BUT,
Love and hate are much akin.
I know you want another chance,
But feel we’ve had that one last try!
I never meant to break your heart.
It tears me up to see you cry.
I’m missing you so much
Already,
You heartless swine!
Leaving me alone!
Why did you come into my life
If you didn’t mean to stay?
Unless I owned a crystal ball,
How could I know how it would end?
I love you still - but not enough!
I know your broken heart will mend.
What I felt for you
Is liken to a tap
I just can't turn it off.
You're nothing but a whimp,
A bastard,
A womaniser,
Someone I should hate!
Can't you see what you've done to me?
I wish now that we'd never met!
Sadly though I'd still forgive you.
I've got myself a dog, he won't let me down!
Unconditional love, that's what I need right now!
An acquaintance of mine
(More the friend of a friend)
Was just told that her life
May be nearing its end.
She is ready for hospice,
Her doctor suggested;
She cannot go home,
Which is what she requested.
Her husband bailed out
When she first became sick,
Taking up with a lover
He found rather quick.
But perhaps I’m unfair –
Maybe illness aside,
He just fell out of love
Or what she could provide.
Still, right now she’s alone
At the end of her days,
Though her friends rally ‘round
In restorative ways.
It’s so awful to hear
Of a person you’ve known
Who will soon be laid out
With her name on a stone.
It’s a jarring reminder
Of what we deny
That as time marches on,
We will all get to die.
Lost in this forest alone and confused,
wandering aimlessly searching my way;
seeking some comfort forever bemused,
darkness surrounds me and causes dismay.
Look to the heavens I can’t see the sky;
wonder right now if it’s day or it’s night.
Trudging along as the shrews pass me by;
have no direction and nothing seems right.
Gone is the gladness that I used to know;
life was so easy, I had not a care.
Missing the playgrounds were we used to go;
wondering why life just seems so unfair.
I will keep searching and looking for love,
though I am so lonely and feeling quite used.
I will keep praying for strength from above;
meanwhile I wander alone and confused.
March 8, 2019
My Aunt Darlene used up hours worrying.
Turning down invitations, sitting in one spot.
Afraid she would fall if she got up.
People brought her meals, so she would eat.
It is unclear whether or not she ever used a commode.
Darlene worried about the weather, the time, aliens, space travel, ESP.
She worried about sugar, cancer, diabetes, mice, snakes and pigs.
There was a list of possible worries on her refrigerator.
When she ran out of worries, she referred to it.
My cousin Dharma Renee had worrying jitters, worrying tremors.
She spent a day or two so worried, they had to straight jacket her.
I watched as they tore her out of the arms of her prissy cat.
Wondering what benefit incessant worrying does.
She screamed possible worries to me as she was being locked up.
I was worried I might not remember them,
so I reviewed them in my sleep.
Food allergies, lightning, wolves, bears, tigers, lions, monsters under the bed.
I am worried right now that I have forgotten two of them.
Uncle Dartmouth thought both Darlene and Dharma Renee were silly
Why worry? He would ask me. ”What good does it do?”
I thought I had an argument for it, but I could not come up with anything.
“What bad does it do?” would have been easier to answer.
I looked over at Aunt Darlene to see if she was listening.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
I would not have worried about Darlene at all
If I had known she had died of a blood clot from sitting in her draahmed chair.
No worries now.
I’ve gone back in time.
But only in my head?
I’m strangely curious, and not panicked like a moment ago.
Ok, this time I’m going to figure this out.
My brain is trapped in some sort of loop.
Maybe I was chosen.
I need to think.
Chosen for what?
Something that has happened that I can’t remember?
Or maybe some event that I am able to predict?
That is what is unclear.
Whether I’m remembering my past.
Or seeing the future.
Or just dreaming the whole time.
Maybe right now…
I am in a dream that I dreamt before and forgot about, but now I’m dreaming it again so that I have a second chance to save the world, then I can go back in time for real…
Or maybe this moment right now is the beginning, and the past and future all begin from this point forward, and I have this chance to restart the universe from the beginning…
Give me some paper!
Someone, help!
I’m not going to get another chance like this!
Once I fall asleep, everything is going to restart, and I’m going to think this was all a dream, and I’m going to let everyone down…
Maybe I’ve already let everyone down.
So why was I chosen?
Sigh.
I’m just trying to be logical.
But it’s making me dizzy.
My parents are here.
Now I’m emotional again.
They say they love me.
Whatever.
I don’t have time to cry.
Ok, where was I?
I’ve gone back in time.
But only in my head…
Sometimes we meet someone who completely changes the way we see the world. Because, we see it through their eyes and it's incredible.
This can be through any kind of special relationship. Our Hearts and Souls expand and blossom. Feel the Love and Light.
I hope you get to experience this blessing.
Two Hearts
(Two Souls)
By Michelle Morris
07/10/2024
Two Souls in two bodies
Two people in one Space and Time
One moment becomes a thousand
A thousand becomes endless Rhymes
A Rhythm and a Routine
It sneaks up on the two over Time
And Time becomes elastic
This flexible thread that completely binds
Bound by millions of years
Starlight and Stardust Beings
Created somewhere far away
In a space where Souls are free
Numbers and Galaxies
Sound and Energy and Light
Magic, Vibration and Frequency
It's beyond Serendipity's Delight
All the billions of Atoms
Moments and Miles and DNA
Created this perfect Union
Unfathomable in its Making
Two Souls in two bodies
Two people in one Space and Time
Fate and Destiny shows mastery
For all the Stars that are Aligned
Alignment of these Life Paths
That had to cross right here, right now
Two Hearts become One
When they're ready to feel its Power
This Power of True Love
Two Souls living their Truth
Bound yet Unbound in their Way
Knowing it's of their Choosing
This Rhythm and Routine
It becomes a beautiful Dance
Two Hearts that beat in sync as One
That were willing to take a Chance
© Michelle Morris, 2024
i am drawing a blank right now
the clock is sweating and becoming impatient
i see the dots and spots that formulate clots in the hollow banks of my memory
i am collecting the air as i write
the sky is dehydrated and becoming desperate
i notice that sags in my rags that causes invisible razors in the tags of my tattered clothing
i am draining my brain in vain
the walls are transforming into chatterbox chalkboards mercilessly tickling the tolerance of my sanity
i experience the faded scenes of genes thorughly dismantling the teams i once relied on to cope
all the while
blueprint rhythms pile
and go wild
every page emits rage
in a collective deluge of
escapades
i spin until the whirling
air kisses my eyeballs
in multilples of multiplicity
then the mallet slams down
like thunder on a lazy sunday
my mind is set free, and no matter
the emotions in the middle of the pot,
i inspire a type of happiness in you in continuum....
Yes, it's all about love,
and a highly proactive form of peace,
about both what's fair,
and what's also kind,
both long-term,
and right now.
It's all about vocation,
and paying the bills,
and enjoying life as production
as well as healthy nutritional consumption.
Most certainly all of those things.
But, organic farmers and permaculture designers,
master gardeners and cooperative developers,
ministers and healers and therapists of all types,
from physical through mental through systemic information network designers,
might use some different language
to define this love and active peace with justice, fairness, kindness,
well-being optimization.
A metasystemically therapeutic,
synergizing,
energizing,
dialectically emergent therapy
enriching,
nutritionally optimizing individual,
couple,
family,
and/or EarthTribe,
grows economic mutually mentoring redeemers,
human natural ecologist cooperatives;
a perma/polycultural balancing
harmonic Beloved Community.