sewing something Sally is on the trail of a pin
she saw it yesterday, and can match it with its twin
slides her tape measure out of the way
and yells hip hip hip hip hip hooray
is this how I’ll act if I take up sewing? I wonder.
Sewing something Sally is always full of blunder.
She speaks of pin cushions, zippers, buttons and such.
I am not sure I would like this hobby very much.
Creation is something that many have embarked to acheive
My belief is to get out of the way of trying to create while rolling up my sleeve
The next step truly has its own journey, distance yourself from thinking too deep
A great idea or creation could end up as a technique too steep
It looks amazing once I eject myself out of the anomaly's plan
Where do these ideas come from? could it be my mood or my hand
A trust needs to appear for it is all that works in a moment of creation
It will happen once all the elements bind together when it comes into fruition
I'm proud to call myself an artist with multitudes of talents
Whether I'm sad, depressed or just joyfully absent
Infusing tricks that remain tacky or cheesy has no place in my arsenal
Or should I just be and allow without a mehtod that's enforceable
Creation is the process of channelling a wave of discoveries
Marked in crystal birthing of artistic prophesies
They already exist in disjointed pieces
My job is to unearth them and assemble the
Art.
Alone yet Visible
Unattached out-of-the-way. Are some of us truly
lonely?
We were once alone as a child, And we played on
Our own.
Can you handle being alone? Yet visible.
Dancing in the rain with your self can be fun, Riding
Solo isn't always negativity.
Self-love comes before real love.
Crying alone feels like medicine enroute towards
One's soul, invigorating and a strong sense of oneness.
Who's okay with being alone? Yet visable.
It is much cooler today
my dogs feel it
ready for the jump and romp
they give each other the dog stink eye
a long intense stare
I get out of the way
because this results in a crazy frenzied chase around the park
I think it’s best that you just go away
I’ll take peace over you on any day
I am growing in ways I never thought I’d see
Being away from you is helping me grow into the woman I want to be
I am loving the freedom and peace I have in my life
Everything just feels so right
I’m so happy that I’m feeling better about myself
So better to the point where I’m not dealing with foolishness
I am content with myself and loving all of myself
I finally realized what I deserve
It’s someone who chooses me everyday instead of someone who picks and chooses when they want to
I love being away from you because I can see everything so clear
I can see that you never loved me and that’s fine but move out of the way so the one for me can love all of me
It’s what I deserve and what I deserve is someone better than you
You scorn the work my chisel made,
Yet you have never held the blade.
You see the flaws, call them mistakes,
But you have no idea what it takes.
It’s easy to point the finger with empty hand,
To stand high ashore and sound so grand.
But the sea never hears from those aground,
Only from those swimming safe and sound.
I won’t explain the things I’ve done.
For you have no idea why it's so fine-spun.
Instead, I'll hand the control over to you,
Hiding the hurt and pain that I'm going through.
Let’s see if you can match your claim.
When no one else will share your blame.
Because flipping the game your way,
Is the only way you'll beg me to stay.
I won’t confront and fight your claims.
Because I know you enjoy those games,
Where you deride my skills and learning,
With phony debates that are so undiscerning.
Don’t judge my journey; you've not trod that way.
Step aside, let me continue; get out of the way.
If you think it’s so simple; I'll let you try and fail.
Don’t mock the captain, 'til you've faced the gale.
At the age often, Aztec boys back in the day
Had all their hair cut except one lank, out of the way
They could not get that one cut off until their mission was complete.
Bring home a prisoner from battle, isn’t that sweet?
For most of my life, I had heard it said,
'Follow your heart.' It made sense to me,
but there was a measure of vagueness.
Only a few years ago did I hear someone say,
'Do not follow your heart; LEAD your heart'.
Someone has also said, 'Lead, follow, or get
out of the way. ' What shall I then do?
Upon hearing the word, LEAD, I knew immediately.
I knew that my heart did not have the leadership
qualities required to navigate this journey of mine.
I knew that my heart reeked with inconsistencies.
At times, it was indecisive, weak, and worried.
At times, it displayed both surprises and deceit.
With such traits, how could my heart be depended
upon to lead me through the hills and valleys of life?
I needed decisiveness, strength, confidence, and faith.
I needed something, someone, greater than me or my heart.
That is where Christ and His teaching came in with answers.
My puppy was following a pincher bug today
I tried my best to ignore this and stay out of the way
But the bug was injured and slowing down
So, I took it over to toilet town
My puppy is still angry I took his toy
He will not play catch or respond to “atta boy”
If I thought I could get it back, I might try
But the bug is long gone down the River of Goodbye
Fear and desire are chains we wear,
until we become self-aware,
first of all inquiring, ‘who’m I?’,
which if not form, ego must die,
that with the false out of the way
and on making love our mainstay,
eye single, pheromones mingle
and we feel bliss rapture’s tingle,
at first a cascading wave form,
ushering currents cool and warm
but then over time, bliss beat’s chime,
assists us to heavenward climb.
We see there’s nothing to be done,
save breath by breath coming undone.
Anger is a horrible thing
Undesired stress it brings
Making all those around stressed
Backing off from the unrest
Silence is all around
Scared to make a sound
If you speak it is hell bound
Feeling the tension mound
Screaming is heard
Situation is absurd
Darts shoot from their eyes
Not even breathing a sigh
Anxiety and the worry
No one cares or says sorry
We all have our bad day
Best to get out of the way
Argument gets louder
A fight begins the room is crowded
Hopefully they have no gun
Everyone get up and run
I wish I could plug
A flash drive in your ear.
I would wipe clean the worries
Hidden deep inside there.
I know they've been hiding
In camouflaged space.
Your very own virus
firmly in place.
Spreading infection
Every which way.
Squeezing the happy
Right out of the way.
It's time to recover,
Diminish your pain.
Pick up your tools.
Reclaim your domain.
Before long, I promise,
With daily scans,
You'll reboot and function
With plenty of ram.
I painted my bedroom wall blue.
Then darker blue.
Then also blue-gray.
There is more out there.
They promised.
I painted on a canvas.
There might be nothing out there.
But I try to paint the sunset and sky.
I wonder if those things are still real.
I painted the deck.
I moved all those chairs out of the way.
Until the porch was empty and nothing could get in my way again.
First, I cleaned everything off.
Then a leaf landed on the space I had just cleared.
I painted everything,
Wearing overalls.
I would howl and swirl my paintbrush in water.
Even at night.
There are colors we can’t see.
We just imagine.
I painted my bedroom wall.
Again.
If all the colors disappeared and there was only one-
I think it would be bright green.
Just like the necklace she used to wear.
Set the standard don’t follow the leader.
That’s what I was taught as a little girl,
work hard and you can do anything.
This is the land of opportunity,
there is no limit chase a skyscraper!!!
Everyone can obtain the American dream.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Those red, white, and blue colored eyes
have faded into a jaded palette;
Left without sparkle or ambition
right at the struggle they give up and quit.
The bar has lowered and no one cares,
yet they want to throw stones and axes.
Don’t expect to prosper from the game
renegade geniuses are going to change.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Love bombs to the unknown mastermind
who found a cure for every form of cancer;
Pulitzer Prize to the one who took humans
interplanetary, until they saw their initials.
If you can’t help than get out of the way,
set the standard don’t follow the sheeple.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
walking down the street
I heard hundreds of tweets
So harmonious coming from that tree
As if birds were singing just for me
Now I talk to them everyday
Telling them the happening
And Listening to what they say
Then,one day when I was away
Men came by to take
little birdies home out of the way
All the little birdies pleaded
But their heart never bleeded
Recklessly they cut the tree
killing hundreds of birdies
Now no more tweets in atmos left
Just Silence came and never left
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