Finding Balance

writing – poetry, fiction, submissions, books, emails
sleeping
finances – taxes, banking, statements, payments
cleaning – kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room, office
laundry – sheets, clothes, towels
eating – healthful, decadent
drinking – water, medicinals, booze
showering
reading – books, ebooks, blogs, notices, email, mail, subtitles
thinking – rehashing, exploring, daydreaming, planning, goals
exercise – for back, for TMJ, for shoulder, for heart
free time

you’d think i wouldn’t get enough sleep, free time or get showered at all!
but you’d be wrong

Finding A Way Home

i cling to this life with determination
boldly seeking the right directions to take
while some moments require reflection
other times swift and decisive actions

i trust in the wisdom graciously shared
and my savvy rightfully gained
it leads me to side-step making poor decisions
those which would leave me flailing and without support

i am confident and fortunate
moving forward with staunch efforts
to achieve progress and healing
so that only love resides within me





The Upside Of Being Down

frustration, anger, anxiety, and depression are our first defense
protecting us from the cruelty and rudeness the external
feelings alerting us our essence needs attention
a chord has been struck
signaling a path for recovery, for resolution

but we can feel a right mess if experienced in the extreme
time, medical intervention or patience could be necessary
to balance out what’s gone awry in life
what has us bump up against too much sometimes
out of our control, heaped on indiscriminately

these situations in our life will continue
accept you are only human and will feel
know that emotions are your defense mechanism
acknowledge them and work through them
come out the other side

Choosing Wants

Redux

I Write Her

Untitled

I’d like to rub elbows with as many determined experiences as my life can possibly contain.

There will likely be uninvited events, surely wounding me.

But sandwiched in between, moments of soothing and reflective downtime.
And growth.

Bring it on, life.

I’ve never been more prepared.

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Honing In

until late into the early morning
fixating on the plights and victories of the past
rolling sceneries over and over in my head
savoring what went right
and things swerving wrong

overcome with the feels of discovering truths
not evident in those moments
the efforts in times of my silly, ignorant youth
unfold before me as i ascertain what escaped me before

the truth of who i am is discovered

The Rhythms Of The Day

Mike Von – Unsplash

i arise beginning the morning routine
brushing and showering away
bacterial colonies having sprung up during the night

greasing down the cracks and ashy skin
donning either pajamas or street clothes
it depends – maybe stepping out but probably staying in

slipping on worn out house shoes
shuffling across the floorboards
a short trip to the kitchen

a steaming morning cocktail needs preparing
i await its consumption, promising zest
to awaken this still sleep-filled mind

a push of the button on the blender
containing protein, vegetables and fruits
loudly swirls its nutrient-dense meal

the dishes in the sink beg for attention
my computer is more insistent
you’ll just have to wait

read, read, read – hundreds of emails needing attention
clack, clackity, clack – creativity is unleashed
write, send, await a response

project one – putting on additional deails
project two – just begun
project three – nah, let’s wait till tomorrow

i’m coming dishes and exercises
and other things i don’t want to do
what shall dinner be today

couch time, tv time, hubs time
catching up with gossip, whining and lovin’
getting satiated on food and drink

the hours always seem to pass too quickly
if only i had 24 times 2 hours in a day
then i see all that i’ve accomplished

… and i wonder why i’m tired at the end of the day

What Is Left Behind

i ask myself bigger questions
as i near my end
trying to predict what will remain into eternity

will i leave a legacy of uniqueness
perhaps inciting social awareness
or just gracing this world with beauty

my hope is positive contributions linger on
being touchstones for future greats
through impact, influence, and inspiration

for i know my aspiration
shaping dysfunction into being unimpaired
has to mean something

Reblog – That Could Be Me by Angelique Rose

Sympathy begins when you realize it “could be you”, may it translate to empathy always.

Never Silence the Madness

I saw her scars

Evidence of a life

Where great just wasn’t good enough

Where She was always just one nip away from perfect

One tuck away from perfection

One stitch away from happiness 

I saw her eyes of desperation

As she picked at things I could not see

Although I was happy to oblige 

I wondered where in her life she was during each scar

I wondered about the painful recovery

I wondered about the broken heart

Or the healed one 

I wondered if she was finally close to happy 

I felt sadness for her

But only because that could be me 

One nip away from happiness

One tuck away from perfection

One stitch away from perfect 

My heart broke for her

But only because that could be me

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