Category: routines

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

I shut my eyes
You call but I just cut the line
I know your style
I know that you want one more night
And I’m backsliding
Into this just one more time
Too far from over you
Beams from your M2
Are blowing through my room
And now you
Lay down in my shoes
You dyed your hair blue
Oh, so much déjà vu
And now
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
Don’t you want some more
‘Cause I can feel your love
That purple touch
Everyone who sees you falls in love
You eat us up
You live like you’re on camera
You slide on top
A moon to all the juice in us
Too far from over you
Beams from your M2
Are blowing through my room
And now you
Lay down in my shoes
You dyed your hair blue
Oh, so much déjà vu
And now
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
Don’t you want some more
‘Cause I can feel your love
Maybe in time
When we’re both better at life
Daylight can open my eyes
And you’ll still be by my side
But meanwhile
I’ve got my contact high
You’ve got your powdered lies
We’ve got these summertime nights
Night by night
I let you eat me alive
I want you to eat me alive
I want you to eat me alive
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
Don’t you want some more
‘Cause I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love

My 2 cents –

my son recommended this to me and it is so powerful.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Involuntary Movements

by Patricia Harris

Remaining still is easier said

than it is for me to do,

I am made of gelatin and 

thoughts straight from the

ocean's waves.



Involuntary Movements

are almost expected 

when you are as chaotic 

as I.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in, as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows, ink on the page
And I can’t seem to find my way home
And it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
Your heaven’s trying everything
To keep me out
All the places I’ve been and things I’ve seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I’ll never see again
And I can’t seem to find my way home
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
To keep me out
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down
To break me down
To break me down
Your heaven’s trying everything
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down

My 2 cents –

with chronic illness hitting hard and sensory overload setting in because of the weather changes…plus I overloaded my work load…I am feeling this song lately.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

forgetting

by Patricia Harris

I am working on forgetting
the importance of my life,
for I am more than what I
can remember myself to be.

instead I want to remember
the importance of those I love 
and the way I want to eventually be 
instead of focusing entirely on me.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

When you feel that rage (When you feel that)
When you feel that rage
We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark
We’re the savages born from worlds apart
Our past has shown just how we bleed
A blind future in front of me
Lost and fractured to the point of break
So come and play with that rage (That rage)
Light a match and reignite the flames (The flames)
This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay
We rush into the unknown
Fearless and brave
So don’t throw it away (That rage)
Won’t stop until sweet victory
We’ve been working towards the goal for most our lives
Every challenge that we faced, we have survived
Our confidence is growing everyday
Finally it is our time to reign
Our past has shown just how we bleed
A blind future in front of me
Lost and fractured to the point of break
So come and play with that rage (That rage)
Light a match and reignite the flames (The flames)
This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay
We rush into the unknown
Fearless and brave
So don’t throw it away (That rage)
Won’t stop until sweet victory
We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark
We’re the savages born from worlds apart
And now I know that this is just the start
We will fight for everything we are
RAGE, that RAGE (When you feel that rage, when you feel that)
RAGE, that RAGE (When you feel that rage, when you feel that)
Rage (That rage)
Light a match and reignite the flames (The flames)
This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay
We rush into the unknown
Fearless and brave
So don’t throw it away (That rage)
Won’t stop until sweet victory
We will go down in history
So come and play with that rage (That rage)

My 2 cents –

I find myself avoiding social media and news…I am enraged at the politics and shenanigans that the government is getting up to. I am scared for those who are endangered by the stupidity that is going on and I feel helpless.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

The Past

by Patricia Harris

the past is gone 

forgotten, 

repeating. 

 

it leaves so many 

feeling defeated. 

 

it is not even happening 

in a different way, 

the past is gone... 

so we will have to  

live it all over again.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

We were three little girls from school.
One was pretty, one was smart
And one was a borderline fool.
Well she’s still good lookin’
That woman hadn’t slipped a bit.
The smart one used her head
She made her fortune.
And me, I cross the border every chance I get.
We were the girls of the 50’s.
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s.
And more than our names got changed
As the 70’s slipped on by.
Now we’re 80’s ladies.
There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried.
We’ve been educated.
We got liberated.
And had complicating matters with men.
Oh, we’ve said “I do”
And we’ve signed “I don’t”
And we’ve sworn we’d never do that again.
Oh, we burned our bras,
And we burned our dinners
And we burned our candles at both ends.
And we’ve had some children
Who look just like the way we did back then.
Oh, but we’re all grown up now.
All grown up,
But none of us could tell you quite how.
We were the girls of the 50’s.
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s.
Hunny, more than our names got changed,
As the 70’s slipped on by.
Now we’re 80’s ladies.
There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried.
A- my name is Alice.
I’m gonna marry Artie.
We’re gonna sell apples
And live in Arkansas.
B- my name is Betty.
I’m gonna marry Bobby.
We’re gonna sell beans
And live in Brazil.
C- my name is Connie.
I’m gonna marry Charlie.
We’re gonna sell cars
And live in California.

My 2 cents –

it’s March. I am going to be 50 next week and it’s making me feel strange. I never believed that I would see 30…now I am somehow 50? I have lived a full life and it is not even close to being over.  I am going nostalgic for the music choice today but I kinda feel the song as well. There’s not much I have not tried – but I am still enjoying the possibility.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

The Problem with the Pen

by Patricia Harris

the poetry seems to flow
when the pen is no where 
within my grasp,
inspiration striking as sleep 
begins to take ahold.

I wish my memory
was set to be 
as perfect as writing 
the words would be.

Then I would have never
lost the words that crossed 
my mind you see.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Unspoken

by Patricia Harris

I have forgotten how
much I enjoyed 
the wprds that were
a river flowing from my mind.

so much to say
I somehow never 
expected the world
to kill the joy in words
I could so easily find ...

struck dumb in the face
of what was humanity revealed,
I hated what I found.

it was easier for me
to live in the unspoken 
then to fight cruelty all over again.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Cut me open and you’ll find
A brain, heart, liver, lungs
And a knife in the spine

It’s chilling to know that the last place you go
Might be where the fat lady sings
Does it hurt? I don’t know, and where do we go?
We don’t tease fragile minds with such things

So sell me down the river
First help me sell my soul
It’s something I know I can deliver
I think we’ve finally broke the mold

It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane
My issues are leaking outside of my veins
Somebody save me or end me
I haven’t yet made up my mind

If it leads to paranoia, boy, you might want to hit the floor
Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can’t ignore
Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer
If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there

So sell me down the river
First help me sell my soul
It’s something I know I can deliver
I think we’ve finally broke the mold

Will I be an end to someone’s destiny?
Who’s to know?
And will I give right in to my aggression?
Who’s to know?
Will I fall apart all alone
Who’s to know?
Or will I shine right through
And lay this hate to rest with all of you?

So sell me down the river (down the river)
First help me sell my soul
It’s something I know I can deliver (I can deliver)
I think we’ve finally broke the mold

My 2 cents –

today I have an mri. I will try to explain in my Thursday post ….but I am trying to keep the panic away right now .