okay first thing I am doing Fae Corps Publishing’s MerMay challenge. This means I will be continuing to post daily for the month of May. That means I will be still on hiatus for the daily normal posts.
Second, I am paying for the blog to allow the use of more images here. it will adjust the website for my blog page slightly. That should take effect on the third.
I hope you enjoy the art.
I may try to post some poetry just to keep my blog somewhat writing based. lol
So I normally do a small break of sorts during two months of the year from my normal posts. April and November. The reason for this is I am posting daily poetry and the other posts are just a bit much to add on. I will return to the weekly posts in May (Maybe. I am considering doing mermay this year. Which would mean an art post daily instead via instagram links.) Regardless there will be content, just not the Same posts I usually do.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 .
‘Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not die.’ Cry! Last fire will rise Behind those eyes. Black house will rock, Blind boys don’t lie. Immortal fear, That voice so clear. Through broken walls, That scream I hear. Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) Blue masquerade, Strangers look on. When will they learn This loneliness? Temptation heat Beats like a drum. Deep in your veins, I will not lie, Little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) My Shangri-Las, I can’t forget Why you were mine. I need you now! Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill)
My 2 cents –
This week should be a love song due to valentine’s day. I just don’t feel it. My veiw of love is not something that is easily commercialized. So I went with a movie song redone to be more potent.
Politics are a nasty thing. They always have been. I take after my grandmother where politics are concerned and I am fairly proud of that.
She didn’t read newspapers or watch the news because she didn’t want to feel any worse about the way things were. I don’t do either, but nowadays all a person has to do is open social media and they will find themselves bombarded with current events.
Quite a few of my friends are talking about taking social media breaks because of the mental health strain that comes with the current events. The problem is that for some of us social media is the only time we actually do socialize. Loneliness doesn’t help mental health issues.
This is why we need books and art. We need creative people to make the world less hard to accept. Music, movies, books and art bring the world a light and right now the world is so very dark.
So I will be doing my best to post more art, and make more poetry and stories to bring a light to the world. I ask everyone to do what they can to do the same.
Pattimouse 