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Friday, November 6, 2015

She was

She was the kind that made you take a chance,
The kind that gave you that subtle glance,
When things were good they were the best,
But now all i have time for is rest.

Because she was the kind of girl that made you take a chance.
Turning love into a fight,
Always taking that no win stance,
She could never admit you the one who was right.

She was full of fun and adventure,
Never looking back at her self loathing indenture,
She pushed people away at the speed of light,
Always claiming to be right.

She was the kind of girl that made you take a chance,
The kind of girl that was full of pop and circumstance,
For her it was all about visual clues,
But in reality she was singing the blues.

Because she was the kind of girl that made you take a chance.
Turning love into a fight,
Always taking that no win stance,
She could never admit you the one who was right,
Because she was full of pop and circumstance.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

The silent voices in my head

I've been listening to the silent voices in my head,
Seeing images of pleasure and pain,
Wondering if they were going to preach happiness or dread,
I've come to realize I might be insane.

The silent voices in my head,
Fighting every sound they do not make,
Continue to tell me to stay in bed,
I pray to a delusional god my sole to take.

The silent voices in my head
When prayers go unanswered time and time again,
Keep reminding me family is dead,
I continue to think back when time began.

I've been listening to the silent voices in my head,
Wondering if they were going to preach happiness or dread.

Living life in the fast lane

She was living life in the fast lane
never slowing down,
never stopping despite the pain
her life was full of empty promises
like fields of lavender blue.

She was living life in the fast lane
never taking the time to say
i love you
her motives were self driven
her lies were acts against heaven.

She was living life in the fast lane
burning way to fast
she spent too much time
on the things that would never last
her complicated life would stop you in your tracks.

She was living life in the fast lane
coming on way to strong
exposing every weakness
never once admitting  she was wrong
never once stopping to listen to her own song.

She was living life in the fast lane
never slowing down,
never stopping despite the pain
her life was full of empty promises
like fields of lavender blue.

Friday, March 6, 2015

What if...

What if the universe is nothing more then the rapid expansion of a supernova, the galaxies we see are nothing more then clumps of atomic matter, the planets molecules, life the result of atoms being blasted out from the inside of a star?  Just as a supernova collapses the universe must also collapse at some point. 

The fact is that we now have dark matter, dark energy to contend with, the expansion is not only real but increasing.  Seemingly with out explanation.  I contend that black holes are like the drain on your laundry tube.  That they (like your drain) will take in as much material as they can and every once and a while we will see the drain get over come with material, thus producing eminence jets of energy, in your drain you see it as a burp of water backing up. 

While the energy emitted from a burping black hole is on a grand scale the amount of energy that is never seen again is so much more grand.  I think this energy, material is providing the seeds for other universes on the other side of that black hole. The dark energy that is causing our universe to expand at in creasing rates is the vacuum of space increasing because the black hole is like a giant drain, the suction of material passing through it is doing so at an increasing rate thus expanding the universe in an ever increasing rate. 

There will come a time when this energy will dissipate and our universe will cease to expand, there will be no more dark energy, there will be no more food for the black holes to use.  Our universe will then collapse back onto itself or should I say into itself.  It will collapse just as a star does, our entire universe crushed to the size of our own sun. 

Food for thought!

Life under the glistening tree

Life under the glistening tree,
is a place meant for you and me,
it is where we laid on the blanket by the sea,
when birds flew against a blue sky that we could see.

Things are less defined now that time has gone,
the thing we were sure of, the things we desired,
are but a memory under the glistening tree.

There was a time when the universe carried us along,
now we sit alone singing different songs,
memories of the glistening tree are proud,
though our real lives have gotten lost in the crowd.

Turmoil was once not thought of under our tree,
those were the days when I would have taken a knee,
to have known you as I thought I did,
would have been a blue sky under the glistening tree.

Years later the tree has dimmed,
thoughts still linger in my mind,
but my feelings have turned grim,
under the glistening tree my voice was strong and true,
now it crumbles as sure as the sky is blue.

Sitting under the glistening tree,
we see a life by the wide open sea,
one that opens heart and mind,
though now I have left it all behind,
sitting under the glistening tree.

Monday, February 23, 2015

I have come to realize that creativity takes on many forms!

I wrote this to a friend on Facebook who claimed her spark went out years ago...


I have come to realize that creativity takes on many forms! 

Art, life, survival... this past year has been such a strain on me I have considered giving up art... in reality I have considered giving up everything!  This is the first time I have actually typed it out, said it to another.  But it's true!

I've lost my full time job, lost my house, lost my self confidence, divorced, spent 72 days in jail (nearly destroyed me), had permanent hearing loss and vision loss because of worsening MS and continue to swap the bills I can't pay this month but will in place of some other next.

And yet my mind generates ideas, thoughts throughout the year that I know I will either write about or create one day.

Of course when going through such events creativity gets diverted on how to survive, and surviving, what we do, means our creativity has survived because we us it to be sure!

Friday, February 6, 2015

I feel the need to say...

Hey France,

I see you visit often,
wondering about you,
as I always do.

I hope life is good,
like it was in the old hood.

Someday I will make my way back,
to the land I love,
unless Germany calls me sooner,
I will become the ultimate spooner.

France is the place to be,
regardless of the nonsense that is me.

It's nice to see you can't stay away~