Moving at the speed of light. Floating high over the night sky. The white puffy clouds tries to greet me but only uttering a goodbye as I fly by to fast to stop to say hi. I’m moving so fast no time to slow down. A cool calm falls over me such gentle in nature & yet so familiar. I take advantage of this calm to look upwards the stars so tiny shimmering in the purple night like a diamonds bracelet. Here in this place is always purple, always blue, always dark like my dreams of you. Light moving too fast, memory play a vanishing act disappearing right before your eyes. Any rational thoughts escapes the endless void of nothing. I can’t even remember my name. Will I ever see the light again?
Christmas is that time of year where everything feels nice and cozy. People tend to be in a better mood. Yes of course there’s those who are a drag & those who are crooks but for the most part Christmas brings out that inner playful kid in all of us. Beside the rush of tackling the Christmas shopping, black Friday & cyber Monday preparing Christmas dinner is on everyone minds. As I put together my Christmas dinner menu, I got to thinking if I could have the ultimate Christmas dinner who would I invite as dinner guests?
Hello my fellow Bloggers, Writers & Storytellers, it’s with great pleasure to announce my lovely friend Kat at “TheBoozyHousewife.com” has nominated me for “Liebster Awards”. This is my first time being nominated & I can’t tell you how thrilled, excited & overjoyed that Kat thought of me. You can follow Kat on twitter (@theboozyhousewife) & check out her blogs at theboozyhousewife.com. Thank you Kat for your support.
I have posted my answers to Kat’s questions as well as posting my own questions for bloggers I have nominated below. Before we get to those Q & A here’s a little history about The Liebster Award, the Rules & how you can pay-it-forward.
Do you recall a time of your life when you couldn’t wait to turn eight-teen. Finding your independence, being youthful & full of life was just how they say bees knees. Taking on multiple projects & still have the strength go get up go to that job that pays the bills. Still being youthful does have some set backs. You’re not quite sure who you are yet so you go through the first stage of adulthood exploring, exploring all the available options then about twenty-nine you think you got life all figure out. You go off get married, start a family, secure a well paying job falling into a nice comfortable mid-class situation leaving all that spicy youthful mischief behind.
You will never admit you’re wrong. Sitting here having this last meal, this last drink with you I’m hearing everything but “I’m sorry for hurting you.” You and I our story ends here at this cafe and although I look deep into those ocean blue eyes, and just hope this is all a nasty dream apart of me wants to bite back. All the years I spent, time sacrificing my career to give you a home, family and love, you dare sit there and lay out how this ends.
Today you passed away without a whisper, without any mention, quietly without any notice. As we say goodbye, I look at you laying in this box not knowing who you truly are. Truthfully, I never really knew you other than what you displayed which is cold and distant. It didn’t have to be this way, but this mess is by design, your design. As I stand here with friends and family gathered to mourn your memory and somehow I’m expected to have some kind of reaction. I do have a reaction but it’s not the kind most here expect. How can I shed a tear for a man who when he divorced my mother he divorced me. And now twenty plus years later, now a adult with a family of my own, I’m standing here looking upon you in that box wondering did you miss me? Did you ever love me?
Lay me down to sleep here in this final of final resting place six feet deep. All alone naked like the day I was born, here in the dark and cold I’m not afraid anymore. I can hear faint voices whispering “I Miss You” spilling tears as if we were actual friends. Funny I never knew how much you cared. When I was alive you barely notice me. I was a shadow among a sea of the beautiful people. Faceless, nameless yes that was me. Everyone standing over me dressed in black, as if I’m the Queen and they’re my guard. Umbrella’s filling the sky protecting those from the elements that came to mourn me. Finally I am popular to all.
Have you ever wonder if you had a “edit button” that you can push and reset you life would you push it? I often think about how easy that would be to edit out the parts of life that are painful to face. Of course that’s crazy, all parts of life are important. The good the bad and the ugly, feeling all of that is what makes us tick. However, if you had that option what part of your life would you edit? A memory? A missed opportunity? This is the topic for today blog post “Edit Button”.
Today I hit a brick wall. Ran smack face first into this ten foot high wall. I took a step back licking my wombs only to discover this wall is nearly impossible to climb. Dynamic and dramatic as this situation is, I can only appreciate the blinders that cover my eyes. After spending hours trying to find a work-around, I sit and contemplate my next move. Exhausting every avenue, I begin to think how did I get here? Where did this wall come from? As I began to trace my steps back I notice something spectacular, the wall begins to crumble brick by brick tumbling down.
I been a blogger off and on now for about ten years. I have reincarnated myself as many times a Madonna have reinvented herself. One thing is constant and that’s writing. I come to the realization that blogging is nothing more than having a conversation with yourself and hoping others join in. Sometimes it’s very difficult to come up with content that holds the reader attention. It takes skills, but in the end if you have your topic or idea of what to write everything kinda just fall into place.
If you follow me on social media then you know this is a touchy topic but one that needs to be visited and revisited from time to time. This blog post is about LGBTQ community and what they face in Trump’s America. Now I understand that I said there’s not political chat in my blogs but hell bells this is important topic and as a blogger it’s my duty to share.
There’s not a person on this planet that hasn’t attended a concert. Whether it’s rock, rap, r&b or classical we all love a good concert. There’s something freeing about rocking out to your favorite artist. Although the record is great there’s nothing like hearing your favorite song live. This past weekend I finally got around to seeing “Bohemian Rhapsody” we all know that Queen took part in the Live Aid concerts back in the mid eighty’s it was one of their highlighting moment. To see the guys so electric, so energized is amazing. That concert footage is the inspiration for this blog post “Concerts”.
I normally start my blog off with some witty line or some corn-ball jazz clever line for introduction, but for today’s blog post I thought I be joke-less because really there isn’t anything funny about “Cancer”. I was touched by many people’s stories of survival and how the process effected their lives that I am inspired and ready to share the fear or what I’m struggling with one year later.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
When does it comes a time to stop mourning the loss and just move on? There are different ways of mourning. People mourning a death of loved one and or the dissolution of a relationship. Some people choose to mourn by celebrating the life the legacy and then there are those who find themselves stuck in a moment of self doubt, loneliness, fear and uncertainty unable to move on. Today blog is about mourning the loss of a relationship.
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 WorkBusiness As Usualor 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)
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.”
“Creciendo el estilo de los años 80” Spanish for “growing up 80’s style” a childhood I wouldn’t change for nothing in the world is the topic of this blog post. As I sit here listening to Sirius-XM 80’s channel Don Henly“Boys of Summer“ memories of a time in my life where things were so simple. Even though there’s always the threat of a nuclear war the cold war between USSR and USA at a stale-male the world waits for one to call check mate a point made in the song “Land of Confusion” byGenesis, the 80’s decade started out with a whisper ending with a bang. 80’s created a lot of innovative stuff fun stuff. Some stuff didn’t survive and some stuff did survive and we still use today. The 70’s seen the birth of 8-track tapes and vinyl (albums), the 80’s gave us cassette tapes, CD’s, video, Walkman, Atari, Cable TV and of course MTV.
‘Pleurer Dans Mon Ombre’ French for “Crying In My Shadow” is the topic of today blog post. Since my little stint in bloggers rehab, strengthing my armour (see blog post (“reparer mon armuer“), my new found inspiration is emerging and now I feel more so than ever compelled to tell of my journey of growth. This blog post is based on a recent conversation or conversations I had with varies important people in my life, my sister, my niece, my cousins, my closest friends all these people have played a role and given me inspiration and a voice and for that I am grateful. For too long I been standing in the shadows just going throught the emotions like a got-damm robot scared to express myself. No more standing in my shadow crying wanting to be heard needing to be heard craving for a stable support-system. Now with my new found sense of self awareness I am comfortable to speak my TRUTH.
--- ALOZADE a. the artist Show you these artistic creations and ideas. Especially in digital painting. ---- L'artiste ALOZADE a. vous propose ces créations et ses idées artistiques. Surtout en peinture digitale.