Was

Was

What I was 

Is not what I am

Nor, shall I ever be again I would hope

  A big gulp full of Pepsi and Rum

Getting primed

Let's have some fun

I stair at the glass as we are all lined up

Painting on a smile

Sparkle around my eyes

Curls in my hair

Breathe 

First layer

Second layer 

Third layer

Breathe

On go the heals

On goes the glitter

Down go the lights

The music begins

Breathe

One step

Two step

Grab and spin

Breathe

Third layer

Second layer

Hit the floor

Breathe

Prowl like a lioness

I see your eyes

Wanting

Waiting

You see me

But you don't SEE me

Heart pounding

I slowly rise

Quickly bend

My hands glide from ankles

Slowly up my legs

Across my tummy

Up my chest and neck 

Through my hair

And extend 

Breathe

Curve left

Curve right

Money flies

Falling like rain

Love the dance

But not the reason

Your the ones 

I'm here for pleasing 

You may have the outer shell

But the inside is not for sale

Three pounding melodies from beginning to end

Then off with the lights and my story ends.

Words

Words they flow
Like silky ribbons through my mind
They saunter slowly to the left
Then whip quickly back with a snap
These words are mine
Ribbons of time
They flow so swiftly
Rhythmically they crescendo and decrescendo over and over
They topple over themselves and land in a heap
Then I blow life into them
Let them flow freely again
As paper meets pen
These words
These ribbons of time
From heart and from mind
These words are mine and I will share them...in time. :)

The Rooster and The Farmer

There once was a rooster.
He was head of the hen house.
Master of his domain.
His life was good.
'However' he pronounced 'It would be even better if that know it all Farmer would listen to me'
His friend said to him ' I don't know about that. The Farmer seems to have done well by us. Besides what do you hope to gain?'
' I would be bigger, and better in no time if he would just listen and feed me more!' Stated the Rooster.
Day after day the farmer would bring out the feed, and day after day the Rooster would say ' I would get bigger faster if you just gave me more ' until one day the farmer started feeding the rooster more, and more, and then more often as well. The rooster did grow, and quickly. The rooster puffed up his chest,strutted around and said to the farmer 'See I was right! I told you and you just wouldn't listen. Now I am 3 times the size I was, and in half the time. Cockadoodledoo !'
The farmer then reached over, grabbed the axe and chopped of the rooster's head. ' Guess it doesn't really matter who was right now does it' said the farmer.
Moral of the story, we don't always know what's best for us. It pays to listen to others, and think of the end result.:)

Tic tock

The events of the past few days have reminded me of a piece I had written a while back, felt like sharing it again, enjoy.

Tic tock
Tic tock
The time goes by
Tic tock
Tic tock
How time does fly
It's like an hour glass with a large hole instead of a tiny one.
The sand pours through
It leaves you behind
Until you realize that it's almost gone
Then your thrust forward through the hole
Sifting through the sands to see what you have missed.
How does this happen?
Where DOES the time go?
You can't stop it or go in reverse, trust me I've tried.
You just keep going forward as time goes on by. So hold on to the memories treasure the moments. Make the most of every one , live life to it's fullest and love with ALL of your heart. Don't let the time you have left be for not. Because when it comes right down to it, you can't ever get those moments back.
JMC

The Beauty

The Beauty

As I lifted off the Tarmac in portland my heart was pounding, my breath swift, and my palms becoming clammy. Anyone who knows me, knows I have an incredible fear of heights. At the moment it was overcast. As we shot straight for the clouds I closed my eyes, heard the landing gear coming up and popped them open again,just in time to look back and see the river and businesses below..growing smaller by the second. I said my prayers, and rubbed the necklace Riley gave me for comfort. I was still severely tense. I sang dad happy birthday in my head. Then we popped through the clouds..amazing. The sun was bright and the sky a beautiful blue. The clouds we just came through looked like a grand blanket of snow. It reminded me of being atop Mt Hood with dad on a gorgeous sunny day, ready to hit the slopes. At that moment I asked him to join me in enjoying the view. Now for anyone who knows my dad, he was really big on sharing the beauty in things. This brought me back to climbing Sleeping Beauty with him. At the top there is an outcropping of rocks that he wanted me to jump over to with him. I wasn't havin it. My heart was in my throat and my stomach was at my feet. I felt paralyzed. He said 'Jen, look at me, trust me.' and I jumped over with him. At the time I was thinking ' why does he want me to do this so badly. Why frighten me like this?' Then he said ' Look out there darlin, isn't it beautiful?' He was right. It was gorgeous, the fear completely left. I felt safe and the immense perceived risk I was taking was so worth it. To see the smile on his face, the twinkle in his eyes and that amazing view, one of the best experiences in my life. So if you see something beautiful, share it with someone. You never know just how impactful that moment could be.

Fear

Worry,fear,dread.
Worry,fear,dread.
All these,all these swimming through my head.
Will you be wise.
Rise above and be strong.
Will you run into the sunset,and be lost to the dawn.
Worry,fear,dread.
Worry,fear,dread.
All these ,all these swimming through my head.
Be safe my young one.
You do not have to go at life alone.
We are here for you always.
Always safe in your home.
Worry,fear,dread.
Worry,fear,dread.
All these,all these swimming through my head.
A mother's love is more powerful than anything of this earth.
Your wonderful,beautiful soul is the greatest gift we will ever receive. Trust in our words,please trust and believe.
You've grown so swiftly.
Anything,anything you dream you can be.

Captain Kitty's last stand

Are you kidding me?
Puss in boots was ridiculous enough.
Now you have the audacity to dress me up in this dreadful garb?
I am a majestic creature.
Not to be plaid with like a child's doll you know.
Why do you think your beloved Sheba ran away?
She was a he by the way, but you did not care. You dressed him up for your amusement.
You made him a laughing stalk. He was a corporal in the royal night army, and you stripped his dignity away. Now he hides in a far away land as a coward would do all because of your sick,demented,torturous custom.
We've lost too many good men to this horrendous practice.
We lye down to you no more madam.
By the time you read this it shall be too late.
Our battalion attacks at dusk.
We will see who is dressed up for the silly pictures now!