Queensrÿche - Anybody listening

You and I

Long to live like the wind upon the water

If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize

There's more to life than what we have known

And I can't believe I've spent so long

Living lies I know were wrong inside

I've just begun to see the light

Long ago there was a dream

Had to make a choice or two

Leaving all I loved behind

For what nobody knew

Stepped out on the stage, a life

Under lights and judging eyes

Now the applause has died and I

Can dream again...

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anyone that sees what's going on?

Read between the lines

Criticize the words they're selling

Think for yourself and feel the walls

Become sand beneath your feet

Feel the breeze?

Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom

There's a warm wind from the south

Hoist the sail and we'll be gone

By morning this will all seem like a dream

And if I don't return to sing the song

Maybe just as well

I've seen the news and there's

Not much I can do... alone

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anyone who smiles without a mask?

What's behind the words--images

They know will please us?

I'll take what's real

Bring up the lights

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anyone that sees what's going on?

Read between the lines

Criticize the words they're selling

Think for yourself and feel the walls...

Become sand beneath your feet

Writer(s): Geoffery Tate, Christopher Degarmo

Yes

 Band Yes has been a very interesting musical group. Been listening to owner of a lonely heart. I'm an 80's gal and seen their videos and familiar with them. That being said, it's the lyrics that compell. The long version video explains more as the short will make no sense if you are not familiar. The animal symbolism is key. Rhapsodomancy time! 

Move yourself ... You always live your life, never thinking of the future..

I am now . 

In the end you've got to go, look before you leap..

AND don't you hesitate at all!

Chinese Horoscopes

Chinese Horoscopes 

Lazy days

 Most of the snow has melted as my shoulders sigh. Just can't think of anything else to do except web designs aka sig tags. I do enjoy it however there needs to be something else to balance it out. That's what coloring was for. Penup is not the same as actually holding a pencil and perusing a book, letting it talk to me.

There's such a great gnawing of my spirit of needing to be creative. I can't just sit here on my unmade bed staring at the cracked ceiling. 

The tiredness of depression roots heavily between sighs as I type this. It would be very helpful to have the resources of compassion like hot water or a microwave to heat soup up. Had an orange for breakfast.  Soup afternoon. " don't ruin my microwave ".. are you kidding me? At least I let it slide down my back. Getting better at not taking things personally but it's hard living with a professional asshole. 

On that note.. this is the hardest time of year for anyone and here's wishing those with extra sorrow a great hope. Situational depression needs more attention. If I told half what of what I live with.. would you believe me? 

Emptiness

 Alas.. A December holiday wouldn't be the same without full blown depression. 

No, seriously. How many out there like myself placed in emotional situations you try to break the cycle? 

I must be patient and continue within my spirit guides? I just cannot believe what transpired in a few weeks because of control and something deeper... What's deeper than making your only disabled daughter heartbroken? There must be a certain cruelty involved ? A 90 year old sick man who doesn't like smells even if means that another person is happy and content? You continue with your selfish needs and disregard me as much as the paper products you throw out monthly. Even after everything I've done to keep peace and maintain at least some sanity in a world filled with injustice at smaller things. 

I never thought in a million years that he would do this; take away my livelihood.i loved my coloring and was very good at it. Lots of co!oring books and art supplies for my hobby to keep me happy and sane....

ALL GONE. 

I'm done... Temporarily. But... There's nothing for me to do anymore except cry at random times, play solitaire or sit on the floor by the heat register to ease the tight muscle tensions surrounding my 4 Harrington rods and arthritic neck. Why don't you take a bath or shower , you may feel a bit better? 

With what? No hot water. Oh yeah... I don't have any deodorant, shampoo or toothpaste because they all smell. Let's see.. Last time I washed my hair.. Weeks ago in bed. I have a basin with an old water gallon jug that I use occasionally to clean myself. The shampoo slash body cleaner is hidden on a second shelf. 

Oh and for colored pencils...

If you think I'm getting rid of expensive ones, go screw yourself .

I wish the best dad but I'm not ready to leave this earth 

Chinese astrology

memes

Holidaze

Been up all night, eyes swollen from excessive crying, 

Holidays or aka holidaze in my brain, a major blow to my creativity has been torched again by the voided neurons of a 90 year old. 

No coloring books for awhile as he settles down due to dementia. 

Is there a broken rule that I must forgive myself first then healing begins again?

Energies suck during major depressive episodes. I don't care for Thanksgiving or Christmas.

This was bad one however, my bff was around to text me straight.

Not a holiday but holidaze... 

TUNE OUT. 

Campfire story

 Ok. So this was written as a Halloween challenge in a graphics forum am a member of. Really had me thinking about the holiday and relaying experiences through storytelling. I've never thought of this before!... what if... what if my poetry words stumble a little, just a little...

and a horizon forms in parallel. This has happened before!- previous spiritual blog, 13 years ago. 
Alas... halloween energies that surprise! 
Spiritual trangressions of the third kind was the title of that blog. 

How about using my trauma/past experiences to write a story??? 

I had to come back to this because my brain froze. After reading some of the posts, decided to start writing. Picture if you will, a 7 year old girl. Grows up with 4 older brothers, she's the last child and only girl. She's not a troublemaker, doesn't lash out and shows courtesy as much as possible.

She sleeps in a room, alone; and can't figure out if her dreams are real or a nightmare. An experience based on unknown trauma carries her- three times within her life. At age 30 and 44, the same dream/nightmare projects itself into her soul. 

Now some people may call what she has experienced as an OBE or out of body experience. Hypnosis doesn't help uncover why this has happened to her nor does self help youtube sleep meditations.

Until...

her beloved best friend crossed over. She searches for her friend to at least gain some mental clarity. 

However, mom, always told her that she'll be okay as you can always talk to her- out loud or even a silent prayer.  ..." You must remember that not everything is black and white nor can you keep walking down the straight and narrow. " ---- MOM quote. 

" What am I seeing? I see myself sliding across the wall then upwards towards the ceiling and stayed there. Floating above but underneath... voided." 

What happened to her???? ... to be continued... ?

The Breakfast Club

 FoI1fz0yf+6024LIeda12+JrY1n4s8hbCTbNPCZqZZd/qbxkV/Ci2w0OsTUNbtRc0nWk6J+Sdui5QLmksSMLfp1hdQWSxyfzO4ITe/nGQY7wC7BcaxMUu9XlMzAr4EZd7biBlx6rWF8kNiEn53CzryZTrnL8e0YbygCRVLRF0O/MtPqbz9vBNX91avkItTfVXAeMoEqifKBDzk6deivPkwss7YD+RNiZnMYBVbJW5hI39rmb2hy/OlSIzlWCPtj54UMxNpWTWy5wq6yvORKm0RssIoqh0yYmoIgHpYhu7AI=

If at first

 If at first you don't succeed, grab a spoon and head to the freezer. Grab any flavor of ice cream you may have and dig in. 

meh

9fz92F0vuzou7XOZP/X4Tg2PtgVsk01U0MDfnu4tmuQr7yrSQxVfO3XLqee6hDkKUxi924bsczACKpVCitnG6nNZ8jLukkvlQEnSePul8dt39LJiS0ziswwkWdMHClRKvI4VxuIvBrcjZaRtRjwZ3tdLsnm40dxSdqILf4WqCBQHa4N2ZJ+dSdCetdjsFqIiKnbReXSW6y4WNg0PHkc5z3ccQY+CkyF4dLdlni99D0JVtHIxS6iQ1nn80en6KPO/f4Dy6levkxk687yrVaGRSf1SsjuN9HqmP3LykpNypuTLuTKGwUakt3+x0f0oGepYAOmZCTBVWf9hzpfoVCXjRlu18tU5YmNgpJh5+iC44dqwwch9m4KG5XP7eTR0XgFt

Scatterbrain

I'm a scatterbrain.

No. I do not eat green eggs and ham 

NOR DO I 

fry them in a pan. 

See what I did there?  

You have to fry them first..

Then eat em.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

O C.D 

On..

Command..

Direction. 

Fear is a funny thing. 

LOL?

OHMMMM?

channeling... my inner guides.

Are needed in these stressful days of reawakening. 

REST

Really 

Effective 

Spirit 

Transmissions

encrypted mind over..

XlpdLNhzfh6bhi6LE4bXTnDcTHspNxoN/JotRAYAIFaYS0/DOARfx+Zosph2DHvawmbKBwrnEsxLWrySdbIrTyvlObFmPTd9tqwGrgVmVBFuE52laM4918uE4hHkQPPQ

chained heart

What is the normal amount of time for someone to talk about money and love the sound of their voice at the same time? 

Debt.. or how to live without a broken heart; aka controlled situations.

Tired of hearing how bad you had it and yet understand the 1930s depression. 

Starting to fly without wings soon?

Half empty heart..

Half full heartache.

Still

The sun is out. Nice cool breeze against my skin giving me goosebumps. Not feeling too inspired to blog but am having some difficulty finding my brain lately. Like stillness. 

Just don't know what is wrong with me. Or if there is something wrong. ?

blank page

Blank. Mind 

Void...

Boredom...

Neural neutral nonsense.

Half full - half empty

Lay...out: patience

Quote: Is a virtue 

Brain hum

Brain hums; new layout coming soon.

Reflection on theme and style

Hot wind, new direction..

future life promises peace

Cold air, shadows no longer lurk

Wild spirit meet child within. 

The 2 t's

Tired but.. 

Not tired. 

Just, rest. 

Weekend or weak end?

The color blue

Tired of fighting my tears. 

Don't listen. 

To depression; the blues of the night that carry over into the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why?

...because I said so.

THAT TONE OF VOICE

Suffer the consequences..

OR

become a martyr to tell my story?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Age: 90

Age: 50

Ok now, keep peace..

Whose? 

Boundaries please!?

NOT in MY HOUSE 

Contract to control has been displaced.

writing prompts + inspiration tweaks

Dated 2003 to 2011, Creative writing prompts is a site that features numbered prompts to get your brain tweaking.  I keep it bookmarked as a fun reference. Been keeping extra busy lately since my 90 year old dad has my toes a tappin' as a caregiver. Its quite difficult to find a balance of time to create, let alone catch a breath. However, mine has shifted since the end of March when he wound up in hospital with a kidney lesion complication. That being said, it had me pondering about where the need to randomly write can come from. ANYWHERE!

Inspiration can come when least expected, even through the darkest of shadows. Because life skills cannot be taught, they should be happy accidents, like old Bob Ross painting videos. Just go with it. If something doesn't feel right, don't push. Let yourself be free; in spirit, body and mind. Whether you start singing that favorite song while waiting at a red light or a web page that doesn't want to load during a Saturn retrograde... write about it.

Careful disguise of wording is recommended. 

brain freeze

time hasn't stopped.
blog layout for poetry;iffy.
Spirit alive, glazed eyes fixated on computer screen.

Humming Styx's Too Much Time on my hands. 

test

this is only a test post....

this concludes the test post...