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.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. I normally don’t keep finished work on my list but I did so I could show you.
The blood Rose curse is Serena’s submission for the spring anthology Fae Corps Publishing is putting out (Into the Fae Woods) the call is still on the Fae Corps Publishing blog if you are interested.
Stolen skins is for the fall anthology (call will be on the blog in March) and it is also Serena’s. I don’t separate my word counts because I often have no need. I know who is the author.
Madame Fae’s Story house is for Patricia to submit to a new anthology we are trying to get started. We always do the spring and fall anthologies but I want to try to do a kids anthology for kids week. Children’s short stories and art. the call will be on the blog on Halloween. if this one works I will be trying to make it a yearly one.
On my health issues I have another dang sinus infection. I swear my immune system is so bad that I catch anything just by breathing. I managed to get more writing and work done this week regardless of how I feel.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. I added over 200 words to the blood rose curse (Serena Mossgraves submission for the upcoming anthology Fae Corps Publishing is releasing) and started on her submission for the fall anthology.
Forgotten Knowledge is sitting at 7 poems but the stupid app likes to occasionally forget the stuff I put in the list.
I wish I could say that the progress was over the week. Honestly It was just Thursday. Two poems and roughly 500 words. I spent the rest of the week drugged and asleep because of pain. this may be my way until at least February.
They say, “Freak When you’re singled out The red Well, it filters through” So lay down, the threat is real When his sight goes red again Seeing red again Seeing red again This change He won’t contain Slip away To clear your mind When asked “Who made it show?” (made it show) The truth He gives in to most So lay down, the threat is real When his sight goes red again So lay down, the threat is real When his sight goes red again So lay down, the threat is real When his sight goes red again Seeing red again, seeing red again! Seeing red again, seeing red again! Seeing red again, seeing red again! Seeing red again, seeing red…! They say, “Freak When you’re singled out The red It filters through”
Pattimouse 