“As the texts come in and the phone starts to ring my mind begins to wonder. It will be different this time – the voice begins to cry and the whisper of hope for a new beginning dies. My thoughts go to you because you sound a lot like me, but I’m not you..”
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Category Archives: spiritualty
spoon
“When is it enough she said, slipping under the water’s edge?
To thine own self be true, as he cleaned out the spoon…”
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Schooled…
beginning of a new story…
Schooled
Time has a way of showing us exactly what’s out there.
Exactly what’s on some one’s mind and it seems the older I get the exact nature of the way it’s supposed to be.
Regardless of how I feel about the situation, event or comment said by some else.
I’ve been schooled by some of the best it seems in my life as I had the opportunity to grow and – well I’m still breathing – so that’s something in itself.
As a young person my teachers where the ones around me, be it a parent, a sibling and as time went on small groups of children I hung with at school, to eventually older kids in the schools that I was attending, to even older groups of teachers as with the folks that I would end up working with and in and around my life to make a life.
It seemed at the time all was well, well – that and I ended up with a habit.
But showing me in the beginning, no – that took time.
The way things are supposed to be regardless if I showed up was something else entirely.
I could tell you that I saw the signs well before things in my life went south.
Or I could tell you that now being free for some time – I can look back and see the destruction, the chaos, the mayhem that I would do to myself and those around me when I was in my cups. Either way, time has a way of showing us, showing me just how it was or as a friend often tells me, “You’re crazy! You know that, right?” To which I would reply, “Ah, yah, I know!” then continue to do the same thing…
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free ticket…
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about gossip.
A conversation about personal matters or a conversation about some personal details of other people’s lives, whether rumor or fact and let’s face it who really likes facts, bring on the rumors, like hear say; now we’re talking.
Looks like that free ticket just gave me more to talk about as long as we talk about them. This here thicket is only good one-way when we do that.
Who wants to talk about ourselves anyways? Not I. I mean really – Who would want a ticket that went both ways.
Someone should go talk to them. Tell them that this here ticket just doesn’t work that way. You can’t just have it both ways.
God, you’d think that someone would’ve told them long ago about that.
That’s just the facts.
Wait we don’t like facts. How can this be? We can’t have it both ways.
This is getting very confusing, all this trash talks.
First there’s no rule, but to my dismay – there are. Is that a fact? Or is that just something that someone just made up?
Where’d they get their ticket from, geez Louise folks, they’re out of control.
Will someone please go talk to them?
I hope they saved their receipt because this is not how this trash talk works.
They probably bought their ticket from a third party vender, someone that is most likely not in the game of trash talking.
Who would even be selling one of those?
They probably just gave it away anyways. Those people! Come on folks wake up!
Who would want to talk about that? Right!
What’s the point if there’s no good stuff to talk about?
How can we even bring up the matter to other peoples ears if they just give it away like that.
No sir re folks, I bought and paid for my here ticket. What a waste. What a waste indeed. A conversation got to go both ways. Well unless we’re talking about them.
Then that’s a different matter altogether, right?
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very cool event..!
Thanks to all you folks that came out and gave me support at my book event..lovulots..!
26 people reached
hope to see you folks there…
this is where i’ll be…hope to see you folks there..!
darn chair…
But it’s there, in the back of my head.
I’m looking.
Sometimes I just don’t like to find that chair.
So I start up the aisle smiling and saying, “Hi.”
Until I finally come upon a place to sit.
I take off my coat and place it on the back of my seat,
take one final look around to see if anyone is looking
and then I sit right there on that darn chair with the crooked leg.
The Chair with the Crooked Leg – The House on Blue Lawn –
if they say you can’t, you can…
Well, here it is on the eve of one of the biggest event that I take part of and I still find myself doing what I know – that has been shown to me that always help when I start getting those jitters in life – I write. What may look like a mass to some becomes the focusing point that helps me stay on that beam of life. There are so many people that I want to thank, tell them that I love them, explain in words that without them – none of this would’ve ever happened. So thank you, know that I love you, and for loving me when I couldn’t love myself. Hope to see you at the event – but hey, there’s always the one coming up in August. Hint, hint…
Making grab-bags’ for the upcoming book signing event…
Oh boy…
well folks, new business cards, new brochures, even a shirt. getting things together for the events to come.. so blessed..!
Well I’m wrapping it up at the authors expo. Great time seeing follow authors and some friends I’ve met along the way. Thanks to my family that made the trip to keep me grounded. Now onto Plaistow library in August.. Lovulots…
Oh my folks..just keeps getting better..!
just in..!
Well folks, just received my first complementary book from the publisher. Looks good… “If they say you can’t – you can.” So blessed with great friends that help me every day…
Prides Bride
Pride leads the procession down the aisle.
Leading the way that rules Prides life.
Looking down at the end was Prides Bride.
So, so beautiful. So bright. So mine.
As Pride gets closer – passing the pews – the smiling faces of, The Wants, The Greed’s, and the Mores.
Taking that deep breath and fluffing out those peacock feathers so all could see.
“This is intoxicating!” Pride thinks.
“What excellence. What creature on this big green world wouldn’t want to be in Prides shoes?” He thinks to himself.
As Pride comes ever so closer to his Bride.
How proud Pride is knowing that this is it – this one next step – brings Pride standing side by side to the Bride.
“Why won’t Pride look at me?” The Bride thinks.
“Isn’t my self-esteem good enough?”
I see all these eyes upon us and that look of, “They so want to be me stare.”
Good the Bride thinks.
“Let them have their eyes of wants and greed.
Those eyes of fear and more.
They could’ve been here but I beat you all.”
Lifting their heads up to hearing.
“We are gathered here today, to see these two join together, a union unlike any other.
A beginning of a life full of unending causes.”
As the crowds of eyes stand watching the happy couple parade back down the aisle. “Look at them all.” Pride thinks.
“So full of want and greed.
So full of fear and more.
Good I‘ll take them all.”
As Pride looks on.
“Why won’t Pride look at me?”
“Even those of the crowd evade their eyes from me, what’s so wrong with me?
Haven’t I given Pride enough?” The Bride thinks.
– All the Kings Houses’ –
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