My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue under stormy skies But they’re never so blue as when I let them cry My father says I have English hair English hair, English hair Brown like the bark of an oak somewhere Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows Like the thorn in the stem of an English rose I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My Nana says I have travelling feet Travelling feet, travelling feet Slippers for princesses don’t fit me But I dance to my own drum, bright and bold And my travelling feet always get me home My sister says I’ve a restless soul Restless soul, restless soul Easy to catch, but I’m hard to hold Like a song on the wind that you caught one day I get under your skin, then I slip away I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue ‘Cause I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes
My 2 cents –
I have been thinking a lot lately about the women I came from. I remember my great great grandmother on my father’s side. I really enjoyed my great grandmother on both sides. both of them were strong women. One taught me how to play scrabble when I was a toddler and I never once won. lol
I don’t have Irish eyes but I have enough of each one that I am a happy person.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
This Week I have been focusing on Stolen skins. It’s for the fall anthology from Fae Corps. The Anthology is pirate themed.
I didn’t get as much as I wanted written.
the truth is that this week was not a health issue. not in the traditional sense. my monitor was dying and I was having a panic because of it. y’all that monitor has been strong for us for a while now and it dying was like losing a member of the family. we bought it when we were in Oklahoma for a tv and console monitor. it was an upgrade for the 19 inch we got before it. then I started to use it when the boyfriend got him a 50 inch smart tv as his monitor. I have been using it at least since 2017. So it’s dying was not a good thing for me.
yesterday I was given an early birthday gift as my boyfriend could not stand watching me grieve for it anymore. he got me a 24 inch smart tv to replace it. yeah it’s smaller but it’s functional and I can watch tv on it too. so I am hoping to get some work done this week. (my birthday is in March)
Gazing through the window at the world outside Wondering will mother earth survive Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime
After all, there’s only just the two of us And here we are still fighting for our lives Watching all of history repeat itself time-after-time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign A better place for those who will come after us this time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away Oh, yeah I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ It doesn’t really matter much to me Without each other’s help, there ain’t no hope for us I’m living in a dream of fantasy
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could all just find serenity It would be nice, if we could live as one When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away today I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days Okay
I’m just a dreamer Who’s searching for the way today I’m just a dreamer Dreaming my life away
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
My 2 cents –
you know what… the world is too hard right now. dreams are good. be creative. be crazy. Dream. Dream Big.
I don’t often talk about my poetry, preferring to leave the interpretation to the reader. However, This one hurt. writing it was the most painful piece I have ever done. The piece that inspired it was posted by a friend on Facebook. and I shall post it here so I am not alone.
Pablo Neruda was an Amazing poet. It hurts that his words still echo even though time should have rendered a softness to them.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Beauty standards was actually already started. I started it at the beginning of November – 468 words in. I simply forgot to list it due to the chaos of my own health… I found the story and wanted to write more so I added it to the list.
I spent most of my time asleep this week but when I was awake I managed a lot of writing. I am going to speak a bit more on it in the post on Monday.
This week I plan on saving something for the art and poetry (Monday and Thursday ) . Simply because of the content I plan on posting,
I think I am finally getting over this stupid sinus infection let’s hope ..
Can you feel that? Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant, I kneel (will you give it to me?) It seems what’s left of my human side Is slowly changing in me (will you give it to me?) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes, violently it changes Oh no, there is no turnin’ back now You’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me I can see inside you, the sickness is rising Don’t try to deny what you feel (will you give it to me?) It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me (will you give it to me?) It seems you’re having some trouble In dealing with these changes, living with these changes Oh no, the world is a scary place Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream No mommy, don’t do it again Don’t do it again, I’ll be a good boy I’ll be a good boy, I promise No, mommy, don’t hit me, oh-ooh Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy? Don’t do it, you’re hurting me, oh-ooh Why did you have to be such a -? Why don’t you, why don’t you f- off and die? Why can’t you just f- off and die? Why can’t you just leave here and die? Never stick your hand in my face again, f- you I don’t need this sh-, you stupid sadistic abusive fu- wh- Would you like to see how it feels, mommy? Here it comes, get ready to die Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness has now come over me
My 2 cents –
I think this is obvious considering. I sit here with no voice, sinuses going nuts and everything hurts. so I might as well have humor about it.
