Leaving you behind is not a easy thing to do. I unwillingly walk away from all that you once were. I unwillingly walk away from all that you’ll never be. This clock on the wall hangs frozen in time tells the story of your last goodbye.
Life has a funny way of making things interesting. This past week I was chatting with one of my best friends about life and she made the comment that I have changed and it’s good to see that I’m happy. “Happy?” I replied? “Yes” she said “our conversations were at times dark and now it’s filled with hope for the future and confidence and happiness.”So many things has changed since the beginning of this year” she said and mentioned a concert I attended back in May. I got to thinking what is happiness? What does that mean? Can one be truly happy? this is the topic of today blog post.
He appeared to be kind and compassionate. Finally seeing me as his equal, interested in only my occupational skills and not the physical. I accept the invitation to the promotion but little did I know this promotion will cost me.
Your tangy taste leaves me in chills. Just when I can’t get enough, that last drop savoring flavor it’s pure gold to my tongue. How did you get this good. Years and years of practice I guess. Perfecting that formula just right making your flavor such a delightful delight.
Dad is taking me on a magical journey. We’re going to get my magical glasses. Dad said wearing these special glasses I would be able to see the world differently. Seeing the world in different colors, I can watch them come alive.
Orange, red, yellow and green starts to appear. Streaking across the sky in rainbow formation. Puffy white clouds sits up taking audicence as the colors dancing competing to be seen. So beautiful if I can reach out will I be able to touch them. Colors across the sky boldly going where no one has dare to. I imagine Leprechauns performing a ceremonial dance excited, anticipating that pot of gold but does that really exists a pot at the end of the rainbow? The whole day I played with the world and it’s colors, exploring, imaging see the world differently.
Punching, Biting, Screaming, Kicking and Fighting I’m crushed under the heavy weight of your words. Ugly, Fat, Stupid, Useless, Weak are the words utter from your mouth. Every punch is like a knife cutting deeper and deeper until I can’t bleed no more. In grandeur style you draw back your bow ready for the kill carefully crafting your next move. The nostalgic beauty escapes you. Your soul once beautiful filled me heart with joy and hope. Your eyes danced like diamonds glimmering in the midnight sky. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, nowhere I would go. Hanging on your every word as the gospel, now I just hang waiting for the noose to grow tighter calling for the executioner complete this end.
What came first the frog or the prince? It’s a question that has been asked many times but no one can seem to find a correct answer well as if there is one. Today blog post is inspired by that age old question “What came first the frog or the prince?”
Looking out of this car window I have seen better days. The sun rays shines yellow then orange. The glow reflecting all the tiny specks of dust that have settle here. Each speck respresents a moment in time frozen on my windshield. If you can read them you will see a picture emerge, of a life span of love, loss, fight. Each grain details a life of endurance reading like the lines running across a hands.
“It’s hard to hold your head up when you’re kneeling down to pray and talking don’t come easy now. When the words get in the way. If you could see what’s going on, behind these private eyes. The truth would look so easy now but I’m running out of lies.” This is lyrics from one of my favorite bands Def Leppard *All I Want Is Everything and yes you guessed it, this song is the inspiration for today’s blog post.
Today I walk along a site that is newly familiar. I can remember who the sounds of people running in different directions scatter ants as if a child kicked the ant hill. I look up high in the sky I see them the Twin Towers. So majestic so high that from the street level you can’t see the tops of their heads as it’s burried in the clouds. Nerves takes over as we walk up the steps and enter the building.
Today I stepped across the state line into Sin City. Yes that place where one can indulge in every sinful pleasure. That place where your every ambition appetite is fed. Sin City is where the she-devils roam free along hiding the well best kept secret. You come here boy dancing with the devils you might as well leave your soul at the door. In this sea of buffets you don’t come for a salad.
As a child I thought my big lips were my downfall. Everyday I would get teased about the size of my lips. As far back as I can remember, as I grew my lips grew two size larger. In class I would sit and daydream about having plastic surgery to have them deflated. Momma use say “oh they’re all jealous because God gifted you these lips.” Jealous huh? It doesn’t feel that way when the kids point and laugh. I was called every name in the book every derogatory clever name created I was called.
Tonight I close my eyes and dream a little dream of you. I see you dancing like a tiny firefly. I reach out to you, you taking my hand planting a gentle kiss “my lady” sweeping me off dancing in a wonderland of beauty. Around and around we go the butterflies and lady bugs a little envy joins us in the mystical joyful wonderland delight. I see your handsome smile, I hear your heavy laughter, I smell your aftershave my gosh you are so beautiful, I am lost in you. The night sky blue and purple the stars twinkle like perfect white diamonds as you and I dance the night away. All I want is this moment. All I is to be here with you together forever in this perfect paradise.
Awoke to the sounds of people screams down on the street. In curiosity I rush to my feet get dress and let my nosiness take over. Running down 7 flights of stairs 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 ,1 or something like that. Down on the street, I’m greeted by the chaos. People running around like chicken with their heads cut off. Looking over to my left I see my neighbor Kyle standing still looking up at the sky which is partly bright blue and partly fiery red. Kyle who just turned 40, points towards the sky asking “do you see it?” Looking upwards me responding with just a simple head shake YES in disbelief.
You’re no good for me this I know. You’re so beautiful and yet so sinful. I can’t control whatever this is. I feel like a child licking the bottom of the brownie bowl pure indulgence, pure heaven and so bad. So for now I will let whatever this is go. I will admire you from a distant because everything you are is devilishly wicked bad bad bad and yet so beautiful. Your heat is the fire to my flame. Burning deep down to my soul. I’m slowly falling, falling hard into your clutches like insects drawn to venus fly trap. I know you want me, I see the signs, a little flirtation here, a little sinful smile there, a gentle brush up against my arm sending chills down my spine, making the all the hairs on my body stand at attention. I know you want to hit this, I want you too that’s no lie by I’m not going down without a fight.
Summertime is hot like the core of the Milky Way, burning through my skin like the sun rays beating down on tanned beach bodies. The foam white waves crash upon the shore running back to the ocean leaving secrets on the beach floor. Crashing waves breaks between rocks spraying a cool mist falling gently on my burnt skin. People loosely dressed in skinies, skin wet dripping in sweat, guys and girls trying to find that perfect spot packed up on the coast line. Surfboards lined up as far as your eye can see like Emperor Penguins lining up in formation migrating home. “Hello” beach bum “how are you today?” “Show me a move or two on your board out on the waves.”
Autumn leaves are falling stripping the trees bare. There’s a crisp breeze dancing in the air. The smells of pumpkin spice and everything nice is everywhere. You and I sit on the porch welcoming the Autumn dawn. It’s that time of year again when I think of you most. Red, brown and yellow leaves falling around us and you holding me in your arms like a warm blanket on this Autumn day. Squeezing tighter and tighter, I can feel your heartbeat against my back. I can feel your warm breath on my neck, submerged in your embrace knowing that no one will ever love me in this way.
Hello my name is Misery have we met? Yes we have in fact we were introduced by a mutual friend hatred. Oh that’s swell but as I remember you barely know me so let me give you a history about myself. As I stated I am Misery, I am like cancer that grows and fester right to the heart of men. You can not defeat me because I am learned process that takes years to master. Unlike leeches who will suck you dry eventually letting go or like snakes striking swiftly, quickly leaving death instantly, I take my time. I slowly invade your body, your mind, your soul spreading my disease to every single part of your body until there’s nothing left. I don’t know of compassion, empathy, love, respect, nor do I care. I only know despair, depression, addiction and of course my old friend hatred. Fight me, I will bring you to your knees. What do they say about me? “Misery loves company!”. I will admit some people have escape my grasp. Those who have escape are very strong, powerful, determined and know their self-worth. Most of you aren’t that powerful unwilling to overcome me allowing me to continue to spread. Now that we been properly introduced………….
The lesson of this story is just because misery loves company doesn’t mean you have to accept the invite.
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Today as the world mourns your passing, we also celebrate your life your legacy. Unfortunately we only realize the impact of a person when they’re gone and the impact you left is unwavering. You have touched so many lives in ways you can not imagine. You became a powerful voice of a generation in a time when many couldn’t speak. You stood tall when many of us didn’t have the strength to believe. Many of your songs became our anthem sparking a light with the women movement. We felt your passion when you sang about being in love “You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman”, we heard the passion when you demanded “Respect”.
Today we say a little prayer for you Aretha.
God Bless #QueenofSoul
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Reboots can mean many different things. Rebooting can mean changing a certain aspect of your life OR the most common meaning of reboots is referring to remaking of TV shows, movies and music. Reboots can also mean projecting a need a person is lacking in their lives. Continue reading “Reboots”
Inspiration comes on all forms and today blog post is inspired by doing something so natural TV binge watching. I been doing a lot of that lately on Netflix catching up on my British telly as they say and I notice something very unusual, well unusual for us Americans and that is on British telly apparently police officers don’t carry guns. Amazing huh? I know I said I won’t get political here but there’s always the first the one and only exception to the rule and this blog is it. I decided to put down the martini’s, put down the remote and really think about what or how I will present this thought…..
As I sit here and chat with group of millennial I can’t help but to think “What Planet are you from?” These kids has no idea about life post social media. As I navigate through this conversation I slowly realize these kids have no clue about anything. I was asked what did Gen X (1970 – 1998) do for fun. I got to thinking about my childhood and growing up in the 80’s all the fun. I remember getting my first walk-man pink and black for Christmas or buying my first LP (vinyl) Men At Work Business As Usual or hanging out Brookside park community swimming pool during the summer. 8-track tapes, cassette tapes, Atari, ColecoVision. My brother brought a ColecoVision putting it on a black & white TV with rabbit ears. Do you know how hard it was to play Zaxxon in black & white? It’s very challenging to say the least. My older sister and I were allowed only 1 hour of TV time so in a time where MTV actually played music videos it was hard to make a choice, is it going to be video game or MTV? After our hour was up, we were kicked outside to play until the street lights came on. (millennial)
Good AM all my fellow social media family, today blog is inspired by my favorite coffee house Starbucks. I’ve been a active member of the fame coffee house since 2005, and finally decided to get the golden rewards card in 2009, I’m well in tune with the “Starbucks Experience”, I even took a trip to Seattle 2005 and visit the first Starbucks, I was in coffee heaven. Starbucks is a place where dreams come true. I’ve sat many time blogging and writing scripts, stories so inspired by my surroundings.
What is Inspiration? To me inspiration is many different things. To me inspiration is love, friendship, respect, compassion, family, hope and home just to name a few. The reason for this blog post is I had an interesting question posed to me from one of my dearest life-long friend who asked “when you write, is it when the notion strikes you, do you hae a schedule, or what do you do?” My response is “I write when I’m inspired.” As I am now inspired.
I got to thinking about Inspiration and the thought process behind the madness. I am sitting here typing this out listening to Lee Ann Womack “I Hope You Dance” drawing more inspiration, it’s like fate is at foot today. The lyrics are so inspiring I can’t help but to think of my friendships my relationships the love I have for my champions I say this to Blu-Jasmine “if you get a chance to sit it out or dance I hope you dance.”