Us

Noise

Then silence

Buffered

Then echoed

Surrounded

Then lost

Breathing

Then choking

Dancing

Then limping

Fulfilled

Then aching

Supported

Then broken

Remembered

Then forgotten

Joyous

Then devastated

Us

Then me

Atop a Mountain

Standing tall

On one high mountain

Looking at the path from whence she came

It suddenly dawn's

'I have to climb down'

How do you descend

Such perfect places

Without becoming

Weighed down

With the dirt and the hurt

That made you arise

On aching feet

Yet leave with

Clean and gloriously light

Shoulders

That proclaim the story

Of what is used to be

And how it is

Now

And yet the question remains

'Will it stay?'

Newfound Newness

There is newfound

Calm

Circling the room

A newfound

Peace

An ever growing serenity

Healing balm covers the

Burns

That just stopped smoldering

Oil saturates the forehead

Of one penitent

And peaceful sinner

Colors of newfound

Hope

Spew across the room

Dances of re-energized feet

Cover the hard wood

And blend into the end

Raising Up

Raising up

Blackened hands

She screams at the silence

And stifles the words

Raising up

Crimson hands

She flee's from the agony

And stifles the words

Raising up

Blue bruised hands

She shouts into her head

And finally lets out the words

Raising up

White hands of newfound purity

She feels at peace

And continues the conversation

That has patiently waited

Just When

Just when it all was clear

Just when she pegged you as near

Just when the colors weren't smeared

It all came tumbling down

Just when breath came easy

Just when waiting wasn't missed

Just when things weren't considered a mess

It all shattered on the ground

Just when an arm was raised up to praise

Just when a tiny step was taken forward in one daring day

Just when lips began to say '....Today'

It all ended on a discouraging note

Just when change started to sound like it could

Just when everything began to be understood

Just when fingers stopped pointing for good

It all became like it used to be

Someday

The lady on the radio today

Was sad

But she was trying gallantly

To hide her sorrow

As she said

'...No...I haven't taken my ring off yet...'

She hasn't found the courage to

Yet

But she trusts in goodness that

She will

Someday

Someday

She says

I wont think of him everyday

Someday

I wont hold his shirt up to my face

Just to remember

Someday

I'll call the Salvation Army

And they'll take those old clothes away

Someday

We all understand her

Someday

In some regard

Yes,

All of us

There is always something that we let be until

Someday

It wont be our demon anymore

Because we're

Naive

Enough to trust

That

Someday

Actually will come

Do you hope in the movement? Or do you simply…wait?

What is it that we’re waiting, here, at this same spot, in this endless moment, for?

With one step left to move forward, we’re standing still. Without the ability to muster up the courage to just stretch out a hand hesitantly, we hover on the brink--yet never make a move.

But the question is: For what?

Were the dreams too unclear? The flashing lights not bright enough? The fevered desperation not hot enough? The all-consuming NEED too deniable? The truth too unrealistic? The path too clear? The mountain too high? The path too simple? The way to travel all too clear---

The Answer too freeing?

Glance Over Your Shoulder

It doesn't take long to walk away from great experiences, to let the wonder of a childish moment be overtaken with the doubt of 'maturity.' It doesn't take long to forget the happiness of summer days when the heat of summer responsibility sets in again. It doesn't take long. It never does.

How do you keep your childlike response to things? How do you marvel at the brilliance of the blue of the sky after you've been taught the scientific reason for its brilliance? How do you stop yourself from jumping off the jaded bridge of reality so tainted by the lessons of our World.

It doesn't seem fair, to watch children marvel and know that their marvelous, open and utterly innocent souls will be trampled on by the hurts harbored and never forgotten by all of us.

If we do nothing in response to this travesty, if we do nothing but turn away, if we do nothing but secretly hide our regret--then, TODAY, you and I MUST Glance Over Our Shoulder-Holding our thoughts captive, we must remember our innocence, we must mourn the journey we have taken, we must move ahead to restoration, move ahead into a newfound light, move ahead until we don't have to glance over our shoulders to see the breathtaking brilliance of the sky.

Mighty Mouse & Today's Threatened Writing: Jules this is for you

It's not everyday that your mother sings you the 'Mighty Mouse' theme song. (It really isn't.) Thereby, one would have to assume, that to illicit such a momentous response, the occasion must have been a great one--and so, the day itself, must be a great one.

Or not.

But! It could be! And never underestimate the power of the 'Mighty Mouse' theme song--never. Especially when sung in your mother's soprano--and especially not when she's holding her arms out as though she herself is the new and improved Mighty Mommy Mouse...which she might possibly have said she was.

The GINORMOUS wolf spider was slayed and it was Might Mommy Mouse who saved the day!

Today:

You were so

Hot

and then

Cold

with the flavors on the tongue

you taunted

with words

and the sickly sweet of

tasteless

candy that everyone

hands to you when

you

feel

down--

as though the sugar to the brain

helps

when your brain has died from

over thinking

over heating

over doing

over and over and over again

Today:

You are tasteless

The Beginning of the Proverbial End

Joining the masses, unwillingly, I've taken the plunge, dragging my feet, and created one these far too common 'blogs.'

Who came up with the weird and ridiculous name 'blog' anyway? Is it some nerdy teenager who now holds the right to the word and thereby is a millionaire? Or some wise tycoon who knows that words like 'blog' will always be winners?

Either way, here I am world wide web, waiting to be discovered, waiting to be found, waiting to be told words of affirmation. No pressure.