An exercise to develop the creative portions of my brain.
|Welcome to where I exercise my brain by writing whatever flows through it without judgement.... that's why I've rated it +13.... for the children... better safe than sorry! All rules are out the window... Grammar, spelling, social etiquette... if you can't understand a writings meaning, it probably doesn't have one. There are no rules. Please feel free to drain your brain for the sake of creativity... if you dare!|
Had to take a little time off... My brother in Law died of liver cancer last Sunday and my fiance went into the hospital for a heart attack on Monday... Hell of a start for the new year... I tried to write a poem either for my brother in law or my fiance but could only find words for Jesus.
My face feels like a puffer fish has exploded inside it, but the warm coffee soothes and distracts from any negative feelings I have on this day after Christmas. Have you ever forgotten to give a present to someone on Christmas and then decided they had enough so you decide to save it for their birthday? What a cheapskate I am... I feel like Jack Benny just took a dump in my heart... My heart goes out to all those who are struggling with difficulties this Christmas… Life and death goes on even through celebrations and anniversaries... Is dying any worse on a holiday like Christmas or not? My mother died practically at the stroke of midnight on New Years. We could hear Dick Clark's rocking New Year's on the Tv in the next room. What a mind scrambler...
As a Born Again Christian, one of the dilemma I've been having is how to resist the sins of the flesh... the ones I've always enjoyed so much... the ones that feel so good. The ones so easily assessable over the internet. You know the ones of which I speak. Of course I know "The wages of sin are death," but what does that really mean? It occurred (or was revealed) to me that maybe it means something more than my soul being condemned because of it. I know that's pretty bad but it doesn't really effect anyone else but me and I've always been able to put myself last. Even knowing that Christ was tortured and was killed because of my sin wasn't much better of a deterrent. After all he was the sacrificial lamb and was born to die in my place. What if the wages of sin are death meant that when we sin, people die because of it. Maybe strangers, someone we know, but someone somewhere down the line actually lose their life because of each and every sin that I cannot resist. When I admire the shape of a young girls behind, someone dies because of it. When I make three trips to a buffet table, someone dies. When I curse someone who frustrates me, when I skip church, or when I speak ill of my deceased father the result is that there is death that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't sinned. Even if it's just a possibility, isn't it worth the mind set to be delivered from temptation?
It seems the farther one is away from what is being observed the more foreign in nature is the observed. As we chase the sun in our travels on earth we experience many different and seemingly confused cultures who look at us as if we come from another dimension. As we back away from our planet to observe the earth chasing the sun on it's rotations through the milky way we see the desperation of a pebble resisting and attracted to a powerful force exerted on us by our star. Outside of our solar system we see the competition of the planet waiting their turn in line as if in the turn styles of Disneyland's Space Mountain. We see comets and meteors attempting and sometimes accomplishing cutting in line to gain entry into the Sun's wild ride. Around our solar system are all the other star's self absorbed with their own planets chasing them as if they were paparazzi and fans begging for a touch of stardom. Amongst them are others star's attracting their own planetary system for different reasons. Some are rich, attracting businessmen, the religious with the spiritual, the resourceful for those in need, the creative with patrons, teenagers with their cliques, etc. They all live as the center of their own worlds oblivious to their slow migration
This shortest day, this day of instability, of the farthest extent of our wobbling journey, this winter solstice. What Napoleon complex infects the nature of our condition? What compensation will there be for this extreme? Wisps of sunlight are dispersed and filtered through a greater density of atmosphere casting ghostly shadows across waves of snowdrifts. Continuing my hibernation I notice the weakness of illumination the paler of lifelessness.
no soul... poverty
That seems just too easy... I want to relieve my readers of the poverty of fascination, the lack of amazement of a world of miracles. I want to place inside one's mind the image of a true masterpiece
So in a few minutes it will be the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year and I'm asked, what will I do to commemorate the solstice.... Well, it starts in 20 minutes and I'm here writing and eating a couple oranges... maybe I'll begin a tradition with that. If I begin a tradition doesn't that mean I'll have to keep track of when the solstice comes around next time? Frankly I don't like taking on the adde3d burden... Keep It Simple Stupid.. I guess civilization wouldn't have progressed as far as it has with that kind of attitude. This orange is very good by the way... I have my silver stack setting on my desk where I've been organizing some new coins I received today... counting treasure might be a good tradition... I don't remember having anything planned for tomorrow... maybe a few things I put off from yesterday... I been meaning to organize my important papers... not sure of how that would relate to the solstice... more like spring cleaning, isn't it? There are the things I do everyday like showering, dishes, make the bed... but that wouldn't be special would it? Less daylight, eh? As if to say Time is short? Yuck! My second orange is rotten on the inside... hope that's not some sort of omen... curse of the rotten orange on winter solstice! Four minutes before the winter solstice begins... Just enough time to take my nighttime meds... brb... Could make like new years and make resolutions like brushing my teeth twice a day or eating healthier... get an early start on failing those. I keep coming back to what I do everyday that is good and fun, like writing poetry, playing guitar, singing old time country songs... maybe that's it! A day to do all those things I love to do on a daily basis anyway... a reaffirmation of what I like... it's been a while since I painted a landscape, I could get back into that.... What else? I like this writing but with more abstraction... Hey, look! It's 12:05... The Winter Solstice has began!
Dancing naked in my house with all the curtains drawn, I celebrate the beginning of winter's solstice!
It's that time when all the entries to the Writer's Cramp are in and waiting for the judges choice to win... what an exciting time.. waiting to see if the judge does the right thing by choosing my entry, haha... Of course I'll have it to do over again at 4pm for the 24 syllable poem contest. When I think of all the things I've learned about poetry,,, Dave is another big influence. I take special pride when one of my works wins a contest over his, haha... because I know how good he is and I respect his works so much. Are you ready for the gooblety goop? Shoop shoop poop the bed... hahaha... I wanna have a baby, which is weird for a 63 year old man... I don't mean to adopt, but to experience the joy of being ripped apart at the crotch, losing a critical amount of blood, and after the baby is out having all the attention on it while I fight to stay alive... yeah, sounds like fun, don't it? Somebody give me a prompt!
who is this, what is that, why have I spent so much of my life trying to gain approval? They say it's natural and maybe it is but it just seems that my choice would be to not seek it out to not need to seek approval, to free my desire to seek approval, to risk disproval without need for approval, root word prove, to prove your words, will you approve my words if I write them or should I really care, if I share the words I approve would you care to disprove them? Don't be the one who needs to seek approval of the shared words others naturally disapprove. .
The result is....
Use the SAVE AND EDIT function!!!!! Just lost a whole lot of beautiful babble... but luckily I copied a bit to the clipboard before I did...
There's a problem with the present
I've sent to you for Christmas
the one I searched so long and hard
fighting hordes of greedy people
Okay, I ordered your present online
while reclining nude on memory foam
the furnace maintained 75 degrees
as snow drifted on the window sill
It was a rare treasure perfect for you
Something I'd been saving months for
to reflect how I treasure you in my life
someone to whom I owe my very existence
Okay, it was a little gadget-like thing
something they called a thingamabob
a trinket because I know you like trinkets
just like the trinkets you always send me
Soooo... what more can be done to recover your gift? I've emailed the company's manufacture, the online site, the Better Business Bureau and called everyone I know for advice. I've had my cousin, the computer wiz look at my system, to track functions, and search the web. I've gotten promises that a replacement might be sent but not in time for the holidays. Are you still living in New Jersey? My fingertips are raw from all the typing.
I've email the company's online site,
the item's manufacture, and the BBB.
Jacked, tracked, hacked my fingers raw
Do you still live in New Jersey?
You know I got a life too... it's the thought that counts anyway, I'm not getting any younger,
Look, I'll do the best I can but don't your hopes up.. You know what/ Forget about it, things happen for a reason, don't they? Oh well, there's always next year!
Okay! Here's the end result!
No winner on the 24 Syllable Contest BUT did someone say TINSEL? HAHAHAH!
Silvery streaks of rainbow colors dancing like the glitter inside an astral body.
WOW! Could it get easier? I think not!
Today is the day my fiancé and I begin to celebrate her upcoming birthday with a 3 day vacation to an undisclosed location. We know where we're going but you don't... She has done all the preparation for us leaving the house while I nurse an upset tummy… I think I got a bad egg or something... maybe soft boiled and easy over isn't the best way to go. I'm going to be cremated after I die... not my first choice. I'd rather be dumped out in the deep wilderness and let nature take it's course... but they won't allow that. I'd like my ashes buried in the wild and a tree planted. I think I'd make excellent fertilizer. I don't think that's legal either, but it's a lot easier to get away with. I have a brass plate coming for my 20 years in the Navy.. I hope that can be utilized somehow but not sure how. All this will be in my fiancé's hands should I go first. I just hate the idea of my remains being locked inside an air tight container aa a financial burden to those left behind. Too much Logic!
I'm mixed in with the soils, a mixture of minerals, living organisms, and organic refuse of that which has lived and died before. Roots reach down to feed on what my ashes have to offer, the good and bad. My leftovers may nurture beetles, larvae, worms, grasses, weeds, flowers, trees, which in turn feeds future generations for as long as the earth exists. A sort of gifting, an exchange for the gift that was given me, and I return to the earth. I wonder if it's the same with my soul. The life that God gave to me is returned to God. Is there interest that must be paid for the borrowing of life, or was it a gift that I could keep?
Too much logic trying to force it's way in tonight... must prep for my journey... see you in a couple days!
I must say that either this rambling practice is helping me get ideas for my poetry, including deciding which way to go with the story, or I've been on a good streak lately. So here I go! Vivid are the stars in my daytime dreams. The rush of comets flow from ear to ear and spread their glittering dust between the cells of my brain. Occuassionally they produce a subtle itch that, when scratched, blossums into a thought. There's one now and I see my sweet love, sitting on my lap and kissing my ear just like I like it... A great bis fat monst er just popped in to say... hey... I'm not such a bad guy, once you get to know me... I just like to have things done in my own way... and if you can't handle that then shove my nose into a light socket and suck it! I smiled at the big fat moster and said that it's nothing personal... hechk you're not even real so why pay the dues as if you were quilty of some crime? Just then, the big fat monster got a call on his cell phone and ignored everything I said after that... how rude! Suddenly the sweetest kindest most beautiful angle that God has ever made appeared and asked if she could be of any help. She was stunning and I was so amazed that I couldn't speak... All I could do was keep typing so that I didn't miss a thing. When she saw how blown away I was she smiled coyily amd started unbuttoning the top button of her silvery blouse.... yh, I'll be back shortly... :)
that took a bit longer than I.... Oh My God! I'm eating Tums two at a time brcause of a sudden gas attack! I made chicken and rice for dinner (using canned chicken) and drank a coke and I'm up to 6 Tum and still gassing! BLAH! I finally found something that doesn't go better with coke!