In the Bloom Bloom Room

I feel very fortunate. I've come into this thing called "music".  Wholeheartedly.  Not just listening or dancing to, but participating, writing, playing, performing, creating, hearing, watching.  I don't know if I would have it any other way.  I am discovering and learning and becoming.  The passion grows with each discovery or teaching no matter how small. How lucky to have the outlet... Continue Reading →

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Love, A Many Splintered Thing

I've heard that in a relationship, as long as you like or get along with the person 51% of the time, it's a good thing.  If it's 49%, you're in trouble and you may want to re-think the relationship.  It's funny what a few percentage points can do. I'm not quite sure I buy into this... Continue Reading →

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Ch Ch Ch Changes…

Life.  Hmm.  Life.  Very difficult at times.  Yes, you have to take the bitter with the better but my bitter has built and I don't like it.  I'm synical where I use to be positive.  Disenchanted when I use to see the silver lining.  I feel challenged on so many levels.  I see such self-centeredness... Continue Reading →

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Happyism

Arriving at a place in your life when what comeths and what goeths doesn't take from what you goteth.

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As the Borough Turns… (an ongoing saga).

Her long awaited trip postponed.  Days away from him on hold.  Comfortably lying on the shag, she lit the fire.  Running her fingers through her hair, she hesitated.  Then threw it in.  The box.  The box of desire.  The box which reaked of his smell, his touch, his kiss.  No longer to her avail, it had to be done.  She had... Continue Reading →

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As The Borough Turns… (an ongoing saga).

As the drama takes a turn, his strong luscious kiss no longer play a part in her story.  She takes out her compact mirror, dabs on a little lipstick, puts on her sunglasses to meet the sun outside the office to hail a cab.  Her briefcase heavy and her datebook starting to refuel.  It wasn't like her to fall for a such a ding dong....

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Desiderata

How very right on.... Desiderata (Latin: "desired things"). 1927 by American writer Max Ehrmann. Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even... Continue Reading →

Destiny

Destiny.  Is there such a thing?  My fate.  Is it guided by my choices or set in stone regardless?  Can't help but question the logic of what seems to bring me back to it all being circumstantial, sometimes coincidental but mostly derivative of circumstance.  Like a rock rolling off a hill that lands on a... Continue Reading →

Street Angel

Street angel Go again? Fool the world Loaded grin Praise seeker False speaker Mask master Lies swim Glory lover Story teller False reflections Sing sing Denier liar Charm farmer Fairweather friend

I always worry about you.  Do you know that?  No. I'm sure not.  You've no idea.  No idea the love that I felt for you or the wish that things could have gone differently.  But I'm happy.  Though I long for you sometimes.  I think, just because.  But it's an illusion...of who I thought i... Continue Reading →

Life Boat O’ Blues and Yonder

Awoke Saturday and for no apparent reason (that I am conscious of) with a lack of passion, feelings of loneliness, doubtful and overwhelmed.  The feeling of what the heck are we all here for and what's the "purpose".  What's my purpose?  Couldn't kick it.  I guess this is called the "being powerless over what feelings... Continue Reading →

Happy

I don't know what's come over me I feel like he's free Finally free If it's true God, is it true? I don't know what to believe, for sure. I'm just thinking that he's alive and been starting pure and held a stand for self dignity. I wish I could have been with him and... Continue Reading →

Mourning Has Broken…

I miss him I do.  I hate him too.  I miss the fantasy of the good in him.  I was fooled and am still a fool.  Anger is mine, every time I can see.  My heart is the real culprit.  It's easier to hate than to feel.  The craziness.  The mess. Why I put up with the stress?  Something within me. ... Continue Reading →

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