In Ruins

I often wonder what was more foolish – we built something on cracked joists and broken beams with expectation of strength or created a façade of beauty to hide away the ugliness inside.

Only specters remain of what would have been. A forgotten time – a forgotten place built on the promise of potential. Cracks in the foundation only wilt under pressure and strain – imploding on one’s self. We laid waste to our hopes and dreams only to reveal the decay and untold truth inside.

Desolate reminders that everything has its time and its place and nothing lasts forever, only snap shots of memories captured in time.

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Open No More

All through my life

Reached out my hand

Bared my soul

Only to be told

It made me less of a man.

 

Insecurity

Lack of self control

Deflection

My penance

Fury you couldn’t command.

 

Don’t reach for my hand

Just like the door

What was once open

No more

Time to take a stand.

 

Red balloon

We all float down here

Time to face your fears

Got exactly what you wanted

Ah, sweet irony – isn’t life grand?

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Through My Mother’s Eyes

I had a very interesting revelation a few days ago.

This year, I will be 9 years older than my mother was when I was born.

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My mother and me at Disney World. I’m probably 7 years old here.

I thought about what year my mother was the same age as I currently am, and of course, the age I was at the time. I then did this for each year to where I could vividly remember both myself, my parents, and life in general. For each of these, I compared my mother to myself at the age we would both be. I thought about our experiences, the times we lived in, and how we faced challenges and situations.

I’m not really certain what I wanted to obtain out of this exercise. And to be honest, I am not even sure what conclusion I arrived at. But, it is interesting. We always see ourselves as young – no matter what age we are. Case in point? My grandmother, who just turned 94, told my father a few years ago that she doesn’t care to go down to the pool at her complex because there are “too many old people there.” Right.

I’ve never thought about being the same age as my parents because my parents always seemed “old.” Well, because they were old. They have obviously always been older than me. But it seemed like they were from a different time. And now, I am from a different time. Recent events have found me working with individuals in the theatre that are young enough to be my children. And it is clear to me they don’t see me as a peer but see me as “old.”

It is amusing though that, being the same age as my mother once was, I saw her as old at that time but still see myself as young. Everything is based upon perspective and our experiences. Have you had this experience or ever thought about this topic and if so, what conclusions, if any, did you arrive at?

Throwback Thursday 02/11/2016

This one is by request for Sourgirl.

Jarrod Guitar

Here is the backstory. I’m two years old. My half-brother, 15 years older than me, takes great pleasure in introducing me to his love of music which includes Dokken, Scorpions, KISS, AC/DC, Krokus, Ozzy Osbourne, and the list goes on and on. Both of my brothers were very talented musicians when young and during these days, my brother often has his friends over to jam on their guitars. Not wanting to be left out, I often want to join and older brother obliges me, mainly because his female friends think I am cute and it helps him in that department.

But you see, a young rocker is developing and something has awakened in me. When my brother leaves for work, school, or to hang with his buddies, I sneak into his room and attempt to play his records and his guitar, mimicking older brother. My brother attempts to tell my mother (his step-mother) about me in his room but she doesn’t believe him as no child of hers would listen to such music.

After breaking my brother’s needle on his record player, he’s had enough. He catches me in the act of messing with his guitar and snaps a photograph for proof.

The look on my face says it all.

Dokken – “In My Dreams” from 1985’s “Under Lock and Key” album.