Etch a Sketch

 

You don’t want to be wrong,
No way I can be right,
Everything torn asunder,
Pulled straight from sight.

I wonder what your life is like,
What did you learn,
Is anything different,
How many scars you earned.

I’m left to laugh,
Sharing secrets with ghosts of the past,
Watching as they run in circles,
Sometimes I feel my ship running its flag at half-mast.

I want to take this etch a sketch,
Shake it all around,
Recreate a new picture,
Hope it is more than a rebound.

Try to stand like solid steel,
Inside, powder keg of dynamite,
Like skipping of a vinyl record,
The walls burn down tonight.

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Back in the Saddle…Again

So, I haven’t done much writing the last few years. But I still love writing and want to continue to write. I’ve been busy as I am sure you have been as well. I have been progressing in my journey and working to achieve my goals.

When I first started this blog I had mentioned I really didn’t know what I was going to write about – I just wanted to write. In time, I found my voice and perhaps one could argue my niche. I met a lot of cool people and immensely talented writers who both challenged and inspired me. I found it therapeutic to write. As a community, we shared, we learned, and we grew. I found so many interesting blogs. I learned about new perspectives, cultures, and ideas. Some writings made me laugh and some made me cry. Some challenged my perspective. I have missed writing and I have missed the community.

 

I still have writing goals. A lot of my goals were very simple –  just to write and to grow and I want to continue that. I don’t know who is out there. Writing for me was never about catering to an audience. It was always about helping me grow personally and to find my voice both literally and figuratively. So, if you are out there, then welcome back as I can’t wait to reconnect. If you are new, then welcome! I can’t wait to interact.

I really don’t know what is waiting for me on the other side. Since I started this blog, I feel like attitudes have changed greatly. Everyone seems angry about everything all the time. Social media has given everyone a voice – for better or for worse. We can all definitely agree changes are needed. There is always room for improvement. But I don’t want to be angry and I don’t want to argue. I have spent so much of my life arguing and it is emotionally and mentally exhausting. I promised myself that the second half of my life wouldn’t be spent feeling angry, miserable, and stressed out. Life is too short. We never know when that flame is going to be extinguished from our candle. I enjoy discussing and banter but I am not sure if that is still a possibility – logic seems to be out the window these days. I guess time will tell.

It is hard for me to believe it has been almost six years since I started this blog! Six years! At times, I have felt like I had a lot to say and at other times not so much. But I always knew this medium was waiting for me here and I loved it. I loved knowing I could express myself in a manner that was positive and would help me to move through how I felt.

If we haven’t spoken in a while, I hope your journey is going well and you have been to navigate the peaks and valleys.

I am looking forward to sharing my journey with you.

 

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Are Your Dogs on a Leash?

 

Many years ago, I had two dogs. While standing outside my own home with the dogs on a leash, I had this conversation with a lady and her husband who were approaching with their own dog on a leash.

Lady: (Coming around the corner about 50 feet away) Are your dogs on a leash?
Me: Of course, it’s the law.
Lady: Oh, well I didn’t know, I couldn’t see.
Me: (no reaction – just look at lady)
Lady: Well you don’t have to be smart about it!
Me: (confused look at lady)

Images from the public domain

 

I Hear Black

Too much is never enough
Always wanting more
Who is wrong?
When everyone thinks they’re right
Let’s all pray to God
See who He answers first
Blinded by lies
Calls of
”Freedom”
“Allah”
“Decency”

Tsk, tsk
What one feels in their heart
Determines what is right
So many lines drawn
Each side willing to die
Freedom of religion
No freedom of mine

Beauty
In the mind’s eye
Life through our own prism
Tells us we are right
Guides by voices
Somewhere in the night

Ah, but I have spent a lifetime
Others not willing to listen to my song
Laugh in contempt
Tell me reasons I am wrong
For me, an island
Left alone to play

Pickup your gun
Bring your God
Bring your bomb
Meet me at the finish line
You’ll see what you have done

Dance my children
Go to play
I hear black
Satan will say
Choose who is right
None of it matters anymore
Breath your last breath
I’ve opened Hell’s Door
For here all of you will stay
In flames, you will perish tonight.

Painting by Hugh Syme