Trying to get books ready for publication, writing more, and recovering from a really nasty infection…means the blog caught neglect. So here is a poem written today titled The White Whale…
Too many balls in the air
Friday Share
So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
Artsy Fartsy Thursday
I was trying for a sandstorm on a beach at sunset…I swear it looked better in my brain. lol I have found that drawing on a digital medium is more fun, but I am better with pencil and paper. I have more control with a pencil than I do with digital. What medium do you do best with?
Webcomics Wednesday
Awkward Zombie is Cute and geeky. It updates about once a week. There are multiple topics and it seems to run the gambit of the awkward geek.
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics:
Well I’m an axegrinder piledriver
Mother says that I never never mind her
Got no brains I’m insane
Teacher says that I’m one big pain
I’m like a laser 6-streamin’ razor
I got a mouth like an alligator
I want it louder
More power
I’m gonna rock ya till it strikes the hour
Bang your head! metal health’ll drive you mad
Band your head! metal health’ll drive you mad
Well I’m frustrated
Outdated I really want to be over-rated
I’m a finder and I’m a keeper
I’m not a loser and I ain’t no weeper
I got the boys to make the noise
Won’t ever let up
Hope it annoys you
Join the pack
Fill the crack
Well now you’re here
There’s no way back
My Two Cents- Today is a bad communication day for me. I was trying to figure out a good song for the post. I told Joe that I felt like I needed to bang my head against the desk because of how hard it was to communicate. He said that I had my song…yeah I guess I did. So join me in Banging my head with happy instead of frustration,
Monday Poetry
Friday Share
So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
All of the Shoulds, Woulds, and Coulds.
I find myself judging me
for things done in anxiety.
The things I should be doing
eat at me, whispering in my ear deafeningly.
I cannot grow a care…
Though I know the reasons that I should.
The things that would happen
are just as bad,
telling me how important it is
and why I should be sad.
Instead the urging only
reverses my mind to anger quixotically,
making a monster of the rage building deep inside of me.,
The could be is somehow worse,
for in me, these are the ones that hurt.
I feel like I am not enough,
because I can not make them happen
no matter how hard I try.
So the should, the would, and the could,
each have their place
in stretching my anxiety
into another day.
They make me into a nervous wreck,
weighing each mistake
as a possibility.
Fighting the trio
I become a careless me.
The Dreams I Got Caught in, Yours, the Nightmare You Got Caught by, Mine
Poetry. Perspective.
I was, caught by a dream once, long, long, long ago, that dream of you I’d had, that kept on, recurring, recurring, repeating in my state of sleep, I couldn’t break myself free out of it, and for a very long time, you were all I was, ever going to, dream about…
The dreams I got caught in, it was you, and you’d, become, my nightmare then! I tried to, work my way, through these walls of my own mind, but kept, ramming into, the dead ends, like there’s no way out.
The dreams I got caught in, yours, and now, you will get stuck in the nightmare of my making, call it karma, or, pay-back if you will, after all, I’d already, gotten, ground down too hard, into, bits, and pieces here.
And now, it will be your turn, to get…
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The Exchanges of Kindness, from a Bystander’s Perspective
such a beautiful scene..
Watching kindness, as it took shape, the exchanges of two complete strangers from a train, translated…
“I’m sorry, this is my seat, but it’s fine, I like the window seats, I will trade seats with you”, there’s that sunshine shining through his smiles, that uncle had the innocence of a child.
The settled in the aisle woman who was sliding on her cell phone, noted something, was on her way to get up, then, settled back down by his gentleman nature.
The shot conversation that came on February 28th, on the northbound high-speed rail, the two only exchanged words for no more than three short seconds. Then the train started moving, and everything fell, silent then.
I was seated to the left back side to them, and was moved by what I saw. Because this unplanned, unexpected kindness of exchange between people, it wasn’t set up like in…
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