Drawtober day 26

Drawtober day 25

Drawtober day 24 a little bit late

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - emotional description

I love what I do. I love the results of my work. I just have had a lot more on my plate lately than I expected. I had a friend recently reach out and ask how I was doing…and it caught me off guard. I was touched by the idea that she would even ask. I think I forget that I might matter sometimes.

Drawtober day 23

Wednesday whisper

Poetry

Under my head

By

Serena Mossgraves

the stones are poking
so painful today,
the box is broken
under my head.

I was laid down
and told to rest
in place filled with
glass from my memory
grounded.

perhaps it was supposed to be
soft silt for me to lie,
but due to the chaos of my broken life
shards of stone and hatred
are poking painfully
under my head.

Drawtober day 22

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Superstition, fear, and jealousy
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, twenty-one to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula

My 2 cents –

Continuing the theme …Fun & Spooky.

Drawtober day 20

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Sympathy

By

Patricia Harris

lost in the notes
of overwhelming sympathy,
the pages flooding over me,
I am struck by the reality
of the dreams we leave behind.

Perhaps the story we hide
is to protect both me and you,
from the truth
we rush to headlessly.