Ode to Christopher

  With The Book in your hand, and a jolly smile on your face you enter our hearts. Walking through the good, the bad, and the ugly. Such eloquent words of wisdom, and the best hugs anyone could ever receive. You, my dear, sweet friend have so much love for your fellows that your soul shines brightly for all to see.
That magical whimsical voice , that booming voice with a pound of a cane, that anguished voice with words of wisdom to help walk through the formidable pain. All of these voices are yours. With a listening ear, and great interest , you wait for the woven words to pour out , then with a breath and, the face of hope you carry the message . We hear you, it quiets the loud mind, and makes one ponder. Aha! That makes so much sense! And a hug of gratitude, or sometimes a little attitude come on back your way, and again with a smile and grace you create that dialogue that just might possibly save one more person's life.
From your written prose to the words from The Book, and your experience, you are so undeniably you.
  So carry that beauty with you on your new journey my fellow, my friend, my family of the heart. Your next life is just beginning and oh what a beauty it will be💜 Love hugs and prayers to you in heaven Christopher, May peace be with you always💜

The Block

The Block

Oh where, oh where

Has my little muse gone.

Oh where, oh where

Can she be.

With her eyes so bright,

And soul so strong

Oh where, oh where can she be.

A nearly debilitating mind cramp has stolen her.

Whisked her away.

I search deep.

Wanting so badly to find the words and let them flow.

Without her they refuse to go.

What is that in the shadows of my heart?

I see a glimpse of her.

Will you come out to play?

Just one word she grants me, as a reward for searching, and then she hides again.

She lays in wait for me to search,

To seek her out.

Yet I am weary from my travels through the heart. 

I must rest a bit, clear my mind.

I taunt her,

Oh where, oh where

Has my little muse gone?

Oh where, oh where 

Can she be?

With her eyes so bright,

And soul so strong,

Oh where, oh where can she be?

There, I see her! 

There she is!

Curled up in a tiny little ball.

Hiding so quietly at the very center of my tangled up brain.

She's happy to be found.

She was beginning to wonder if she ever would be.

She is so elated in fact that she dances her happy, tiny feet across my mind.

Tossing words out of her little basket as she goes round and round.

I run behind her to gather all the trinkets.

Now to piece them together,

How sweetly they begin to flow,

Like a babbling brook of sugar water.

Oh what relief, finally!

Thank you my little muse

Thank you!

Split Boy

I recently had the privlage of reading a new piece of a young author I am quite fond of. I was very moved by this piece and was given his permission to share it on my blog. 

Split Boy

Eat your food; Wash behind your ears; Don’t swing from  my hair; You can’t leave till the plate is clean; Go to sleep; Get me a beer; Drink your water; Brush your hair;Don’t talk to your mom; Don’t talk to your dad; But I want to talk to you both; Do what I say; Be nice to girls; Girls are just objects;Give them flowers; Be assertive; Listen to them; Check out other girls; Show them care; Get as many as you can; Are you gay?; Be kind; Don’t be stupid; Do your homework; Vacuum the house; Rake the back yard; Mow the field; Don’t touch the mower; Beat up anyone that makes fun of you; Reason with the people that argue with you; Don’t get beat up it makes you weak;Don’t fight with people; Do not fight dirty;Find another way to resolve your problem; You have anger issues; You are weak; You need to stick up for yourself; Go to classes for your anger but it won’t help; Go work out even though you’ll still be weak; DON’T GET ANGRY; Stop being weak; Ignore the insults; Keep it in; Put on gloves go box if you are mad; Don’t fight your siblings; Pour the milk to the rim; Stop filling the glasses so high; Eat what you want; Eat what I give you;Go outside and hang out with people; Get new friends; Get a girlfriend; Don’t hug guys; Girls will date you eventually; Why don’t you have a girl yet?; Why can’t you two agree?; Why can’t we agree?; I can agree to reasonable things; I can agree if it is actually right;

         By,

           okmedp

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