Okay…I have been thinking of the options for Wednesday.
I have had a few suggestions for what I could do…
And I have a few Ideas…but I am still on the fence because it feels like I am setting myself up for extra work…
I love the idea of doing some of the random things on the blog…but I am overwhelmed by the amount of work that I have as is.
I will keep Wednesday for the random stuff that pops in my brain.
I just don’t guarantee that I will do it every week.
If I do a video Book club discussion on Fae Corps Publishing’s YouTube Channel once a Month would anyone be interested? It is another thing I am being pushed to do that I am not sure if I should.
The current suggestions for Wednesday is to do a discussion on other people’s poetry…or a book club… or go back to the Webcomics… thing….or basically do a journal day(not really sure that is a great idea)…
Well…I started wild Wednesday so I was not limited on topic…to get some leeway for me to do blogging about… and I am finding out that though I have an open day for discussion…. I have no idea what to say.
Part of the reason why is because I don’t know what I have that anyone wants to hear. My poetry and my art are unique. So I feel like they are things that are interesting. Everything else is stuff you can find in other places online. Why would anyone be interested in my view on the normal?
This is a sincere question for me. I love doing the blog but I am struggling with the everyday thing. I am seriously considering dropping Wednesday unless I have some reason to post.
Okay today the topic is…a digital art piece I did. My daughter and I were discussing it. We could not decide if it was a landscape piece or not. She said that it was not. I think that it could be… So I figured it would be something to start a conversation with for my last week of Wednesday for the blog this month.
The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray ‘Cause I’m spinning like a carousel, circling the drain Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don’t wanna feel the pain But that is all I got for now, I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep on begging me to stay If I pull the trigger now then the demons go away And I know my time is coming so there ain’t no time to waste So that is all I got for now, I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep telling me to choose a side It’s heaven or hell like it’s do or die I’m a sad boy, you know better Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m not okay It’s feeling like a hurricane in my brain Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (die) And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma (tized) They’re tellin’ me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin’ (lie) I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep giving me the worst advice Kamikaze crash like a suicide I’m a lost boy, you know better Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m insane And maybe I’m a little bit, that won’t change Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (die) And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma (tized) They’re tellin’ me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin’ (lie) I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about The voices in my head keep telling me I’m cursed I’m paranoid, I don’t wanna make it any worse We’re all gonna die but first things first I’m a take the world with me when they put me in the dirt The voices in my head keep telling me I’m cursed I’m paranoid, I don’t wanna make it any worse We’re all gonna die but first things first I’m a take the world with me when they put me in the dirt Move (Move) Voices in my head keep telling me I’m cursed I’m paranoid, I don’t wanna make it any worse We’re all gonna die, first things first I’m a take the world with me when they put me in the dirt The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (die) And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma (tized) They’re tellin’ me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin’ (lie) I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray ‘Cause I’m spinning like a carousel, circling the drain Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don’t wanna feel the pain I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it
My 2 Cents –
So close…April has been a wild ride Y’all. I feel like being this busy is enough to drive anyone insane.
My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick”, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom” The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That’s a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
My 2 Cents –
I have always made my view of religion clear. I am pagan. I maybe did not tell the story of what got me to that point though. I started out Baptist.. I have read the Bible. I actually attended a catholic Mass. I have read the Quran. I am pagan because it feels the least like a lie to me. But what started me questioning? The deacons at the First Baptist Church of LaPlata Maryland told me I was a bad influence on the children there and told me I was not welcome to attend church anymore. I was 14, Pregnant, and they had not the first clue what my situation was. They did not ask. They did not care. This was In 1989. I was a scandal. And They were not good Christians.
So, I was going to ask what I should do for the next volume… but I finished Immortality before I could get to today. Facebook suggested that I do Quiet screams next.
I actually want to ask a question. I had a live poetry reading thing in my local library. And I was extra nervous because of the parking situation with the library. It requires parallel parking. I can not parallel park. So my therapist suggested that I ask a complete stranger to do it for me. Is that normal? I feel like that is not normal and would create more anxiety. What do you think? Is asking for a complete stranger to park your only vehicle a normal thing?
Pattimouse 