RANDOM THOUGHTS


Often I have a conglomerate of words that speak to me and I just don’t/can’t work them into anything of substance, so here I post them for the world to see and determine the value on their own. thank you for reading! 🙂 God Bless.
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I WOULD LIKE TO GO BACK IN TIME WHERE THINGS DIDN’T MATTER AS MUCH AS THEY DO TODAY
WHEN THERE WAS WORK ETHIC AND WE WORKED FROM SUN UP TO SUN DOWN, AND OCCASIONALLY AFTER. WHEN BARN BUILDING WAS A COMMUNITY AFFAIR AND FOURTH OF JULY PICNICS WERE THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE SUMMER.
I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE THOSE TIMES OF CANNING MY VEGETABLES AND MEATS, OF FLOUR SACK CLOTHES, AND SUNDAY BONNETS FOR EASTER CHURCH. WHERE PRAYERS WERE SAID BEFORE EACH MEAL AND FAMILIES ALL SAT AT THE TABLE TO EAT.
GETTING THE HAY IN ON TIME AND THE COWS ROTATED TO PASTURE, GATHERING EGGS AND HOING WEEDS IN THE VEGETABLE AND FLOWER GARDENS. WHEN HERB GARDENS TRULY WERE KITCHEN HERBS USED FOR SEASONING A ROASTED CHICKEN OR SLAB OF BEEF. WHERE STEPPING OUT THE DOOR AND DOWN THE PATH TO DIG POTATOES FOR DINNER.

SWINGING FROM AN OLD TIRE ON A ROPE OUT OVER THE BIG POND SPLASHING IN THE COOL WATER SCARING THE FROGS AND SNAKES. DRYING OFF ON A BIG ROCK, JUST A LITTLE REST AND YOU WERE DRY AND READY FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

WAKING UP ON SATURDAY  MORN KNOWING YOU WERE GOING TO TOWN WITH THE FAMILY FOR NEW SCHOOL SHOES AND SUPPLIES AND BEING ABLE TO BUY A SODA FROM YOUR OWN MONEY THAT YOU EARNED.
GOING TO THE FAIR WHEN IT CAME TO TOWN RIDING THE RIDES, EATING COTTON CANDY AND HOT DOGS, GETTING SICK BUT SHH DON’T TELL.

MOVIES  WITH FRIENDS FROM SCHOOL, HAVING A CRUSH ON A SOPHOMORE IN A COWBOY HAT AND A  PICK UP TRUCK.

OH FOR THOSE GOOD OL’ DAYS  WHEN POSSESSIONS DIDN’T TAKE PRIORITY OVER COMMON SENSE, WHEN LIFE WAS EASIER IN SO MANY ASPECTS AND WE WERE A HEALTHIER NATION FOR THE WAY WE WORKED AND PLAYED. NOW WE ARE SO SELF~CENTERED AND STRESSED AND WE ALWAYS WANT MORE MORE MORE, OUR KIDS HAVE TO HAVE WHAT WE DIDN’T AND FOR THAT THEY SUFFER . I WISH I COULD GIVE THE WORLD A BLANKET THAT WOULD TAKE US BACK IN TIME FOR SAY FIFTY YEARS TO TEACH THE ART OF TRUE CIVILIZATION AND HOW WE LIVED . DO I THINK FIFTY YEARS WOULD BE ENOUGH PROBABLY NOT BUT OH WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO TEACH OTHERS OF THE TRUE MEANING OF LIFE AND HOW TO ATTAIN IT.

 

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HOT HUMID DARK CLOUDS BUILDING

SHE HIDES IN THE CLOSET KEEPING

THE CHILD QUIET FEEDING AT HER BREAST

THUNDER ROLLING SMELL OF HATE AND SULFUR

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Happiness comes from state of mind and heart
Not part of country where  you live or with.
Choose to live in a state of chaos
within your mind, home, employment and relationships
that is  choice.
Choice is not made by parents, friends or family
doesn’t matter what your childhood was like good or bad
chose to hate and blame that is choice
All choose emotional state..  choose to be a victim
over and over or to be a survivor.
To survive don’t run..  face up to the challenge
and overcome it.
Events happen  but how we choose to
react…respond determines,  survive or drown.
Choose unhappiness and unhappiness is the reward
Choose happiness and happiness becomes.
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Fall has fallin
with crispy winds

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Rocking to and fro gazing out on life
Steam from matching morning coffee cups
Condensation on sweet tea glasses
Watching life change saying hello to passers-by
children grow~ wind and leaves blow
Porch sitters gazing out on life.

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Graffiti covered walls, eyes behold
viewed through  colored glasses
Awash now in the multi-hued reds
of sunsets and roses.

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Falling apart like a clay pot dropped to the ground whence it came, broken into  chunks, shards and small pieces.

My tears wash upon the earthen pot turning it to mud again

To form my broken heart with all it’s cracks and missing pieces.
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The dogs in the neighborhood are howling, mine are cuddled up close to me, jumping at every sound. Neighbors cats are hiding under the bushes
The homeless veterans on the street many with PTSD are nervously pacing and mumbling
Several are hunkered down in their homes with tortuous memories, armed with ammo and gun.
The alcohol muddled brains of many are straining under the stress of noise, so much  like gunfire
Older adults with heart  and nerve conditions are jumping at every sound, many hyperventilating, unable to slip off to sleep
A child has drowned in a family pool, another held a Black Kat firecracker too long, losing fingers
Two men on the lake having a quiet time fishing, a speeding boat rushes by, result of the wake topples over their boat..still looking for them..now it is too dark .search called off…must wait til morn.
Cold beers and mixed drinks, good food and good company until someone speaks out of turn
This makes up the celebration of America’s Independence with all the booming, whistles and screeches.
Celebration of 4th of July, millions of dollars gone with the lighting of a fuse, up in smoke into colored bursts of the sky. How many could be fed or clothed or given a home?
The price of our freedom is not always a happy celebration, think about it, how a few hours of this type of fun can have many many consequences.

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Cherry blossoms reflecting
as memories in heart and mind.

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Going forward each day
No matter I have lost my way
grief depressed, chronic pain
more tears than a spring rain.
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Down and no one cares
all is wrong in this world
Look up Call His name
Don’t be ashamed
He will be there they claim
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Light of Yellow Moon bright
reflection on lapping blue green waves
water, calm my mind, soothe my soul
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I stand and watch among those playing
silly childish games in the malls and the pews

Games of chance that don’t mean anything
here in this park of chaos reigning.

Walking the valley alone with my memories

Of what once was, searching for reasons,

To the why, the because, and the purpose
my heart does not understand

Night slips upon me quickly the light of stars come out,

I close my eyes and climb fourteen steps to my room
Here where I can go to never- -never land leaving
troubles, life and grief behind, till morning sun filters

In through the blinds and sheers cleaving
with tears of grief and sadness never leaving
for I want to worship and praise and pray
I want to fly among the stars again and again

To lose the sharp stabs of pain.
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Standing here looking out over the vast woods
staunchly standing oak and walnut trees line the
back fence and beyond of this place,
I watch as the sun begins to fade away
arrived here at this place
for peace and quiet
To clear the baggage of my mind
to somehow remember who I am
and what I am meant to do
A bird  breaks the silence
with its mating call by song
a small wind ruffles the leaves in
the trees those to on the ground
washing thoughts from my mind
thoughts of self-doubt and shame
Doubt that I can write
shame that I don’t
words lurch around in my head
yes that is what they do they
Bounce around in turbulence
like some large jet plane
I have so much to say
If only I knew the way
To put the words together
forming to make sense
I have composition notebooks
scraps of paper thin, napkins
written on too.
Words, words tell me what to do!!
With a gentle sound I look
I hear the lap of a brook
Peace descends like a warm cloak
I find  words are coming fast
sit on a stone bench
with pencil in hand
I have words to scribble

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a road is life
Some short some are long
Life always ends

The midday sun
warms the universe
while earth rotates on her axis

A water drop shall fall
No problem can it solve nor
One drop a problem make
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Outer space full of man made traffic and debris
Bursting with all the garbage we have let loose
there is no longer room for the flickering stars
Here they come – a momentary blip—tossing stones
Letting us know we have pushed their energy aside
When we should be cleaning our earth of all the debris
funding exploration of clean water, oxygen from trees
We shoot to the planets of Moon and even to Mars
Turning the tides destroying the heavenly stars
Now they are bursting with energy we cannot feel
Our bells and whistles of panic are beginning to peal

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The biggest fallacy…we are alone
No you know that can’t be true
Others have been here and gone
Leaving footprints for us to follow
Instruction carved in caverns hollow
How to treat our earth and all that she is
Not leaving destruction in their wake
Teaching us if we  just listen and learn

Instead all we do is destroy and take
Beautiful old trees give oxygen to breathe
push them down grind them up, nothing to leave
Count how many autos and buses we can line up
Need a retail shop one or a few  down that school
The parents and kids they won’t know they are fools
Playgrounds are now back alley ways
so much artificial light from mercury rays
Teaching our children  ecological criminal ways.


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Moon hanging on by gossamer threads
clouds, every shape and size
Sun rising East pulled up by chains of color

IGNORANCE IS SOME PEOPLES BEST FRIEND!
STARS ARE HIDDEN IN MY DREAMS

IT’S TOO HOT TO BE HOTTIES!!!!
NO RESPECT FOR LIFE BY YOUNG

there  are no excuses for lies
Frost is no longer on pumpkin

I Have Forgotten What To Say

ENJOY EVERY PATH YOU JOURNEY UPON
PURSUIT OF TRUTH AND LOVE ~ DIFFICULT

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Breathless night

The wind penetrates

Icy needles sting.
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Landing upon my rosy chapped cheek

A snow flake has imparted a gentle kiss

Letting me know with a whisper

” take to heart there is beauty everywhere”

Distant beauty may seem far gone

Open your heart and it will soften

So that you may see my love …surprise

A flake of snow has landed there.

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Life is like a journey

Some are long, some are short

All must come to an end

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Staring at the wall across from me
It is midnight eyes burn and water
No sleep, no inspiration, just worry
watch  cars travel  the road
So many rushing to go through

Having done all I can do
with open arms, heart and home
I believe this to be true
so why must I dwell ?
self-doubt again begins
Life is now beyond, grasp.
filled with memories
of  unforgotten past
a mere spectator now in life
apologized, forgiven, so believed
how much longer must I be
the villain in this, my life’s mystery?
Questions I alone cannot answer,
battles fought and wars won
but who has really won in the end?
None that I can see; only losses to tend
I can only pray that Gods plan and purpose
will be revealed, let forgiveness healing  begin.
the villain in this, my life’s mystery?
Questions I alone cannot answer,
battles fought and wars won
but who has really won in the end?
None that I can see; only losses to tend
I can only pray that Gods plan and purpose
will be revealed, let forgiveness healing  begin.

Day is done, night appears
Here I sit… a comfortable chair,
Watching mind-numbing television
Move to the computer, reading mail
Playing a game, muse where are you?
The mind races but not to string two words
Insomnia, disturbed and staring into this screen
talking out-loud, thinking…what?
Praying ‘God give me inspiration’
Something that will shine a light in the dark
I am lost and falling through this world
wandering trying to find a purpose
listening to this night so silent to
My symphony of emotions.

A Piece of Your Mind Please

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