No Baggage

Follow me to the ends of this earth
I guarantee you, things couldn't get worse
This whole world is filled with terror and pain
But my only thought is to see you again
Together we'll open people's eyes with mirth
We'll fill our home with love and birth
And as children and laughter spill down the lane
No longer will the world deign on our little reign

DO YOU EVER????

Do you ever?...

Do you ever feel like taking everything you’ve ever written, drawn, typed, sewn, composed, sung, played, recorded, or just in general created chucking it in a huge bonfire and lighting the match?  I really feel like I am identifying with Salieri lately, except he was a PUBLISHED composer and had fans and was BRILLANT.  Me?  I’m just a mouthy, nobody with a blog, a twitter, and lots of opinions.  That’s why I try to create new forms of poetry, like my gif poem, or the internet concrete poem.  I figure if no one ELSE has done them I can’t be shown up right? 

Sooner or later though, someone will come around with the wits to improve my paltry ideas.  After all, there are more things in heaven and earth, right? They say there are only seven stories after all.  I wonder if they have adjusted that saying to have more gender inclusive romantic storylines.  I say romance is romance, no matter who is giving and who is receiving, or how many!  The drama of a story comes from the angst.  The tenor and tone of the story can change depending on the mores and morals of society but the basis of the story stays the same.  That is true whether you change the settings or the characters or the sex!  Romeo and Juliet could be Romeo and Caesar and it would be the same story, maybe even easier to understand! 

But I, personally, have been having writer’s block lately.  Call it the 3 M’s. Migraines, Megrimes, and Monthlies. LSIDC I do love how every time a woman is in a bad mood a man everyone blames it on her period.  I was writing that men do this but I realized women do it just as much.  We may do it in a sticky sweet, back biting, condescending way, but we do.  Men may not realize the amount of cat calling and sniping that goes on between women because a lot of it is subtext.  Thing are said that are call backs to past conversations, or said between clenched teeth, or with baited breath. Women are never going to get anything from men until we stop GIVING IT to each other!

Well, I started this post trying to clear my head so that my writer’s block.  I’m not sure if that worked.  I still feel like setting all my stuff on fire.  I don’t think I’ll do it.  It’d take too long to gather it together.  But if you see a blaze lighting up half of North America…

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Comet

Oh my bright and burning star

Some would stay you’re falling

It’s just that you blaze so radiantly

The Earth has turned her back on you

You have a path, a steady course

Returning to give us bliss

Never altering your initial trail

Although we may not see its plan

Some may see a heart of ice

Some may see a trail of fire

I see a journey half completed

And the future yet to come

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When Gardens Spring and Flowers Bloom

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

No one feels impending doom

The birds that fly and butterflies loom

And earth expels nutrients from her womb

No one feels impending doom

The door that shuts on the bright hot room

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

No one feels impending doom

For flowers die and the sense of gloom

Martyr’d wisdom is a sweet perfume

For all must die to make more room

Swept clean, with fall, like nature’s broom

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

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