Fall Out

I avoid going out
Because it makes me
Uneasy,
But medical needs
Become primary,
Today knee shots,
Last four of a series
Of twelve, shorts, tee.
The need for things
Drove me to Sam’s Club,
It was CRAZY!
No paper goods at all
And lines worse than
During the holidays.
I kept not touching
My face with my hands,
But the wrist for hair
In my eyes, irritant.
At Kroger I made
Some lady mad,
I did not know why.
Got out of there
Quick time,
The place was a mess.
The disorder in both
Stores was disorienting.
Mailed a letter at the P.O.
In the drop.
Decided to have
Haircut,
Sanity was a factor.
The librarians asked
Where my bag was,
I have not been in
Months.
I stocked up on
Books,
You know, in case
Of apocalypse.
The fear out there
Was palpable,
The desperation
Was frightening,
The majority
Of people were
On the edge of control.
I stay home a lot,
Right now,
I think the pandemic
Has me working
On being home
Even
More than usual.
It was peculiar
How the tension
Seemed near to
Boiling to the
Surface.
It had no sense
Of understanding
It breathed meanness.
I was even more pleased
To return home than
Usual.
I do not have a fully
Developed idea of how
This may go, but
You all that are
Out there every day
I am praying you
Stay safe.
The panic of a pandemic,
It seems well underway.

This was after the haircut.

Pardon me for writing about this today. It has been difficult settling and much on my mind. I am hoping others do not experience it as I did. I think I am set for a bit here.

The weather was beautiful today, which was a grace.

Maybe I will be back with something, or perhaps I will just settle myself. This has caused me much concern. I do not like to see the world fall into disarray.

It’s Alright

You don’t have to hide
You are not called to carry
It all alone deep inside;
The fear, the struggle, the hurt,
It is okay to break the silence.
There are places of safety
Some people care tremendously,
Even when you feel broken
Mending can happen, scars
Can stop festering and heal.
It is hard to tell the story
Of what you have become,
But to find your freedom
To secure your peace, you
Need to share what is real.
Others can wipe your tears
They can hold your hands
Hugs can give security to wail,
Then you may find the strength
To go on, prevail, and flourish.
You can be surrounded by
Support, understanding, and
Love enough to lift you up
Helping you realize, even when
You are weak, it’s alright.

Live For The Sake Of Living

Wherever you are placed,
Whatever you are doing,
Whenever you spend the moment,
However you may be feeling,
Open your being, take everything in,
Because life is incomparable, blessed;
You are living such bounty
Love bathes you in astounding
Extravagance
Giving you vast multitudes
Of sensory and actual
Pleasure if you recognize
The gift of reality nourishing
Radiant realms of creativity
Within you to nurture your
Exceptionally unique soul.
Living is a precious present,
So many are here no longer –
Now is your appointed destiny
Please
Never waste your position, grasp
The aroma, music, opportunity,
Passion, sparkle, sweetness, wonder,
Live all out, no filter, in color, wild,
Outside the lines, testing the limit,
Choosing to be always free, chasing joy,
Loving as if love were all that matters,
And abundance will bless your hours.

No Wrong Answers

Creativity provides
Space, time, for the expression
Of all Love’s dimensions
Without failure, only learning
Gaining foundations
Of practical experience.
Every endeavor undertaken
Projects an aspect of truth
Leading imagination deeper
Into the molten heart
Of what possibility transmutes
When volcanic forces pour.
Explosions harnessed
Incur the success craved
When visualizing potential
In an environment of hope
Cultivated despite perceived
Calamities, dysfunctions, mistakes
Which contain probability kernels.
Questions generate no wrong
Answers only unbarred doors
To worlds wherein falling
Is profit moving forward
Because it encourages increasing
Attempts until mastery is acquired
And eventual satisfactory completion
Providing an upswelling surge
In the sense of peace and tranquility.

As a prompt, grab a Thesaurus or Dictionary, physical not Google, open it up. Take a trip around some pages, maybe jot down a few words that cling to you. Create something.

Secret Agents of Chaos

We were born unto a golden age
When favor endowed us, fine,
Though circumstances proffered
Their problems as they brew
We were capable, and we grew.
I was voracious and leaning unstable
But the mark of it was feathered
Light, invisible at most edges, slight,
You were scrappy, yet saccharine,
Neat, a contumacious pleasure
Forever brooding, outside bounds.
Along divided pathways, we wended,
You much needing, I stymied, not
Succeeding as would, I could;
Devastated for the missing
Unknown, the X and Y of who
We designated, risk-related were.
Somehow the lawful order
Separated, gradually disintegrated,
Brokedown in some unmapped region,
The secret of hearts, with chosen
Souls, a love time destined to
Seek and find what others claimed
Us as belonged, with finite reason.
We bloomed like dandelions
Secret Agents of Chaos thrust savage
Into the world of mendacity
Set together free though love was
Ours to linger only temporarily.