An Excerpt...
Rise and shine it's Monday morning and the blues are starting to appear...the weekend is over
and my working duds are pressed ready for me to slip on and do what I do for the paper... I start this week as I do all with optimism...and Lipton's
Today, I share with you and excerpt from my pending yet-to-be-finished unpublished book...
Writing as an outlet has given me so much pleasure and I marvel at times the things that I write. I was always told forget your past and move forward with your future but the past is my inspiration for all my writings. I can now look back at some personal penned writings and smile when I think of all the hurt and pain I’ve been through and seeing it expressed in poetry brings about a certain healing. This is my life and I offer a part of me to you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve penned my words on paper or computer for that matter. My days now are dismal and spirits low for I was caught up in happiness in a foreign land with a foreign man and for the life of me I truly did not see sadness creep in and obliterated what I thought, and quite frankly it was obliviously only me that thought that I had finally found home and there was no place like that home, our happy home. But that’s another story, another time with an insanely sane educated brother that in retrospect made common sense seem uncommon. It always seem to be that the more my feelings are dampen and hurt this repress aggression that I keep locked inside only erupts when my relationships have ended and there’s a need for me to grieve and thus leads me to vocalize in writing as therapy.
Sitting by the window seat onboard Delta flight 6356 in seat 7A making my way to the country of my birth I stared aimlessly at the triangular stream of never ending white beams shooting out like a prism as they penetrated the white cloudy sky. Without even realizing its beauty and the transforming awesomeness of the moment, I was lost in my thoughts and invisible tears. Why? I continually asked myself am I in this position again. You would think that on the verge of forty my years of experiences would have taught me about vulnerability and its affects on the human soul. Love has this incredible tranquilizing ingredient that intoxicates the soul and unbeknown to you it permeates your soul and causes you to do things that you would not do ordinarily. So we landed at 6pm after traveling over the most beautiful emerald green seashore your eyes would ever see, the land of my home, my comfort zone. A poem I penned a long time ago in my newbie stages popped in my head just now.
Many stories are told
and yet,
Many are forgotten.
Many keys are turned
that never reach their
destination.
Many fireplaces are lit
but yet,
so many dampened.
Many useless words are said
but action counts.
Interference may occur,
and the glass is shattered.
The love was miscalculated
but your sanity is still
yours.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it." - George Bernard Shaw
and my working duds are pressed ready for me to slip on and do what I do for the paper... I start this week as I do all with optimism...and Lipton's
Today, I share with you and excerpt from my pending yet-to-be-finished unpublished book...
Writing as an outlet has given me so much pleasure and I marvel at times the things that I write. I was always told forget your past and move forward with your future but the past is my inspiration for all my writings. I can now look back at some personal penned writings and smile when I think of all the hurt and pain I’ve been through and seeing it expressed in poetry brings about a certain healing. This is my life and I offer a part of me to you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve penned my words on paper or computer for that matter. My days now are dismal and spirits low for I was caught up in happiness in a foreign land with a foreign man and for the life of me I truly did not see sadness creep in and obliterated what I thought, and quite frankly it was obliviously only me that thought that I had finally found home and there was no place like that home, our happy home. But that’s another story, another time with an insanely sane educated brother that in retrospect made common sense seem uncommon. It always seem to be that the more my feelings are dampen and hurt this repress aggression that I keep locked inside only erupts when my relationships have ended and there’s a need for me to grieve and thus leads me to vocalize in writing as therapy.
Sitting by the window seat onboard Delta flight 6356 in seat 7A making my way to the country of my birth I stared aimlessly at the triangular stream of never ending white beams shooting out like a prism as they penetrated the white cloudy sky. Without even realizing its beauty and the transforming awesomeness of the moment, I was lost in my thoughts and invisible tears. Why? I continually asked myself am I in this position again. You would think that on the verge of forty my years of experiences would have taught me about vulnerability and its affects on the human soul. Love has this incredible tranquilizing ingredient that intoxicates the soul and unbeknown to you it permeates your soul and causes you to do things that you would not do ordinarily. So we landed at 6pm after traveling over the most beautiful emerald green seashore your eyes would ever see, the land of my home, my comfort zone. A poem I penned a long time ago in my newbie stages popped in my head just now.
Many stories are told
and yet,
Many are forgotten.
Many keys are turned
that never reach their
destination.
Many fireplaces are lit
but yet,
so many dampened.
Many useless words are said
but action counts.
Interference may occur,
and the glass is shattered.
The love was miscalculated
but your sanity is still
yours.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it." - George Bernard Shaw
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