I am an old-time Rock-N-Roll, Church Gospel, Contemporary Christian; Blue jeans, Poet shirt, Writing geek, Photographer, Artist, Designer, Intellectual Property Rights promoter, Who will give anyone my time of day, Caring about each word you say.
I tend toward the Moderate, Shoot straight down the middle – I love deep, as oceans, wide, Though it has been some years since Someone stood by my side, (All my own;) I can write, edit, publish, design, And you can find me reading Most anytime – my interests Cast wide: run beyond so many lines.
I like going fast – but enjoy Doing things right, taking my time, It is never unusual my words rhyme; I have lived the bad and the swell, More often, I choose good as better… I love so much, so many, And intensely dislike division – I am a U.S. Marine Mom, An American, I will stand; my colors shall not run.
I was broken Lost my “Hope” Needed belief, Her face – That beauty – Unbearable To go on Without, Threw all Including Thanksgiving, Aside to go Rescue The Marbles That almost Demolished My physicality.
Today, truce, I never Trust her, She sometimes Believes in me, We love each Other with A dis-ease Like magnets Attracting Repelling.
She is A lunatic, I am mental, We suit One another Because We learned To trust Whatever We are It could get Better, It could be Worse, But who We are is Together.
We anonymous Never real to one another Experience, perceptions, Family, friends, yet strangers; Unable to penetrate beneath The persona presented with No consciousness of masks Picked up from some lofty self. One day we think we will Discuss our truth but opportunity Sails away like a liner voyaging Into some distant port where What we thought to reveal Is lost in the marketplace of Ideas, conjecture, composition, Suddenly it becomes too late. We realize we do not have Complete control of ourselves, The truth we believed we knew Is less specific than solidity Of the objects populating our lives Riddled with emptiness between Atoms we cannot but trust Will continue supporting us. It all seems a dream, but more, We build a world around being Recognizable, though we are Less known than guessed Some inkling of spontaneousness; Even loves, too little comprehend As lives are shared between The lines, staving off loneliness Though together, separate; Living life anonymous.
Prompt What are the definitions you apply to your relationships with the world? Create something that illustrates your position.
Gratitude List 1. Daylight 2. Creativity 3. Absence 4. Togetherness 5. Love
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May all good things accrue to you always. I hope your fondest dreams come true.
Today, I return to my original format used with my first creativity project online, found on Chronicles. I have included my handwritten journal entry for this date.
Prompt If you have not tried journaling, do that. You may wish to do freeform as above, or you may want to give yourself a topic each day. If you are doing specific creative work, a journal may also be used to work out glitches and problems in what you are doing. Include what you wish; a journal is like a friend whose feedback is in your reading again.
Recommendation I have listened to the Audible version of Sandman and am listening to Sandman 2. I am usually not a fan of audiobooks, but I find these extremely enjoyable. Both employ a cast of voice actors and required sounds, and it may help that I am already a fan of Neil Gaiman.
READING SUGGESTION The first book I have completed in 2022 is Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. I read this book in 2011 when it originally came out, and I am afraid much reading since fogged my memory of some portions. Since my son, Alex, often references it, I reread it. It is a good book about computers, simulations, the 1980s, the present, friendship, romance, lost love, and even has some murder thrown in. It is a book with a broad appeal, as relevant now as at its initial publication, maybe more.
1 Maybe, those dreams past We can make real if we take This time to attend To things we began before Warnings dire started to flash.
2 Who could you become If you trusted yourself more Than you have before?
3 We can never buy What we want most, try we may But days, past decays.
Gratitude List I am thankful: 1. For holidays, and For average days when routine Takes hold, and things are A bit less bold, and one can Be a comfortable self, like: A quiet volume, Not opened to reveal all The story it hides, But sitting dreamy waiting ‘Til some hungry soul arrives. 2. For clever devices Technologies some devise Adding joy to lives. 3. My ability To read and maybe write, With some expertise. 4. These dogs, who call me Theirs, who willingly share space And the air freely. 5. Friends and family I have had, happily known, Those lives still present And those now gone, just away, Or to their heavenly home.
A gratitude list, made poetry? Not entirely sure what happened there, but I also seem to speak in rhyme from time to time, so I guess I will not worry over something so sublime.
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