I stepped through a portal
into a different world
in which a dream grows reality
in a cosmic connection
of dancing souls, and
swirling we spin to GLOW
with tunes turning keys,
tumbling my tummy round…
Ohhh love! My heart sings loud,
Your glow makes me feel found.
When I’ve flipped a switch, it’s usually negative: Turned on the TV, Clouded the crazy with the world’s storms, and then reaction, my switch gets flipped, my “Bitch Switch” that is, going on an incensed apocalyptic tirade about how maybe the world should end?!?
This time, believe it or not, I’m calm, watching things go down slow…
C-L-I-C-K
I’ve flipped a switch
ON!
Then, I fingered the intensity knob with deliberate care, twisting an incremental strength of light, controlled from dim dialed up to shine, ensuring I enjoy the progression of time.
Blue used to feel black, like a head whack! But, with a smack! back, because of you, blue feels bright almost a teal tropical skyline at dawn, shady clouds hanging out, shaking off the grey dew warmed to twinkle in the sun anew. When my melancholy mind is on the attack and all feels forever daunting and totally MAD, watching you transforms the blue and tickles my soul to make even my eyes smile, reminding me, things aren’t so bad, just find a way to laugh;)
Night is the lonliest not-alone time of the day. The bustle is gone, chores done, and I rub lotion onto my sore hands. The quiet is deafening to me, being so near other people, yet no one notices it’s my voice they don’t hear…really, it’s just like I’m not there, instead, there’s a ghost or shadow of an energy that once was vibrant, sassy, sometimes even sexy, a now dark matter taking up space…Sometimes, I wish I had something in common with someone in my house, then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t feel like such an ASS with a crazy, big crack.
Cracked glass clouded by steam,
the reflection skewed reality,
my face distorted, monstrous!
That’s why I cover mirrors.
Sometimes, someone sees me,
wheels making me too obvious,
and I ponder what they think…
“You’re so strong!” One exclaimed.
Muscles atrophied to skin ‘n’ bone
long ago, weakness whittled
from could to should to won’t
with my soul my gut’s blackhole
sucking up good, bad ‘n’ all…
It’s not the wrinkles or dark spots
aging looks back and takes stock:
Who were you? Who’ve you become?
Does your soul just need a hug?
LEARN TO GIVE YOURSELF LOVE ❤️
Every ending is a disguised beginning. Might be trite, yet where would I be without the truism?
Transcendence is the meaning of life, thereby giving purpose to my strife, right?
But, it sucks in the dark, feeling stuck, searching for a life-line thrown from above to pull me out of the grave my brain has dug, waiting to warm my lips with a true-light’s kiss, hoping my heart will catch beat again in this life by something…
A line!!! I found it! This morning my brain yelled, and yet stayed paralyzed still.
Birds start bouncing upon my window, teasing me to get out, tapping a message, “You can do it, you’re not all alone! You carry friends to sing with you in your car. The season’s changing, sun’s a-peeking, treebuds blooming, this is what you are seeking. Join us and you’ll see that sometimes the world can be sweet.”
I start my engine igniting IN THE END…
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 