Her Motives…

Emotional Mommie:

I have returned to a life once known by she
entering into another being
experiencing some other reality

Originally posted on a sort of romance:

I admired her for all she achieved. She grew up nurtured by hostility and bitter disappointments, learning to appreciate the sublime beauty of chaos.To overcome such severe colors and build a life that defied all negative equations was a miracle I was fortunate to marvel over. Her experiences overshadowed the generous choral nature that life offers with a suspicious haze and a shade of guilt. Everyone had an ulterior motive.

When a former boss invited her spend the day with her family at the beach she fretted over why anyone would include her in their company. She wondered if she’d done something wrong or if the motives behind her invite spelled some nefarious outcome. She simply couldn’t resign to the concrete result of her embodiment in other’s lives…that the people she’d formed relationships with truly admired and adored her.

Then there was me. The essence of love I held for her became some abstracted orientation…

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I see RED, and I can’t see at all

Patterns of thought;

I feel loved and unaccepted

tolerated and rejected.

I see red, and can’t see at all.

My verse is short

My fuse is fragile

I see red, and can’t see at all.

Patterns………

where they lead me.

Solutions of Insanity

Pathways to Serenity

I see red, and can’t see at all.

Spying escape from myself

I tear away my mask.

I see red, and I can’t see at all.

My Fans shred away my inhibition.

I walk in submission

Head Held High

eyes turned down

TAKING OFF MY CROWN

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The torture of silence brews in fear of not being acknowledged.

Oad to the world

I AM ALREADY DEAD!

Oad to the world

my time spent plundering

a treasure never mine……

Oad to you.

It is getting quite cold in here

death is

cold……dark, the darkest kind of cold; rooted to

DESIRE…..’desire for life’

sex

friendships

IMMORTALITY 

LOVE

Dreams of a (PIL) Perfect Imagined Live

gains courage

…….TO DESTROY

I am on this journey knowing one thing only….(that I don’t know MUCH)

That I get stuck

I get  mugged

I desire blood.

ONE THING CERTAIN…..

…..

Much time spent

playing ignorant!

My uncontrollable plight

I beg for the night

I wake with horrid fright

I tremble at the sight of my moment to moment strife

Guided by a force unknown

I look to the tools the Universe has shown

My past and future are my present

Like a Christmas in November……

except it is October.

My red turns to bright pinks and purples

I have NO PEARL

I am but MAN

Seeking to understand……

HOw to let go .And let God

Amen

Anyone whom admits defeat is a friend of mine. I am powerless over people, places and things today!

Cheers!

Happy Friday as well!!!

Don’t talk to strangers

I remember

I am darkness, anger and pain.  I love them all-all the men. I love You!  I love your women too.  Women have influence.  Husbands dislike it when another man creates excitement in us, they are human.  With maturity this can bring out the best in your man…..I just have ‘NO’ idea how!

Wear my emotions on my sleeve

I can’t breathe

Let me be

Prosperity to us all.

Spinning Out

SHOUT

SHOUT

SHOUT ALL OUT!!!!  this time (present life), in space

I co-create

Hesitate

fear my fate

validate

radiate

progressively relate.

A special shout out to all you birds out there.  Watch out for the crazy cats!!

Meow………..

Looking for my people and am rediscovering a ‘treasure chest’ as my dear friend  http://dianereedwiter.wordpress.com/shares, “I feel as if I found a treasure chest finding you again”

May we continue to discover and re-discover!!

Working it out

Guitar numbness

Awesomeness

Healing

Observing Creative Date
The Season won’t wait
Putting on hold all my social events
Observing exercise daily
Letting go and letting GOD
Observing the Creator in me
Spending time with family
Bicycling
Meditating
Clearing out space
Acting humbly
Plant a fig tree

‘Sunday Gravity’

A traditional feast.

 Looking forward to spring.

The Winter Equinox .

The Moon.

 Showers of abundant prosperity .

 Receiving the Universe Energy.

Growing and sprouting

Feeding the valley

My roots unknown

yet

connected and honed in

Silent

listening

Stars

glistening

Creating traditions

with

my

New Family

Everything is nothing ; nothing is something; We are different and the same; same but yet different.

Each moment offers up an opportunity to create your PIL (Perfect Imagined Life).  Either the number 23 means something to you OR it doesn’t.  The power, in my mind’s eye, is beyond this reality.  Acceptance is key, for me!

WOW, I do that sometimes.  Talk in code; only I understand it.

Does a falling tree make a noise if no one is around to hear it?  

Does anyone really get that?