Upon the winds of Time
An old familiar song
She whispers many rhymes
And nature chimes along

Hidden by the Fathers
Protected from Chaos
She soothes that which bothers
And heals one from the loss

She speaks words of Wisdom
A sword of truth is she
She guides one to become
What one was meant to be

Pain matters not to her
Only the end result
Emotions are astir
So begins the tumult

As the life unravels
She sets a brand new course
With her mighty gavel
She is the driving force

From Her breath life abounds
Sophia points the path
Her child's new earth playground
Subsides the dark wrath

Rising from the wreakage
Is a beautiful mess
Knitted by Love's courage
Freed from shackled duress

Listen to her wind blow
Stand in her loving breath
Sophia forms the flow
And there is no more Death

I do not care for people who law more than love
I do not care for people that cannot accept others as they are
I do not care for people who will not listen to a different voice who is speaking reasonably and explaining
I do not care for people who do not look at all the possibilities and wonder at the diversity that life brings us
I do not care for people who cannot balance who point out everything that is wrong but can never point out everything that is right
I do not care for people who cannot have compassion for the least of these and cannot see that in any moment of time due to circumstances beyond ones control that you too can become them
I will never understand why they make it their priority to make everyone else as miserable as they are

(this is not about anyone here you all are lovely even when you are being brutally honest LOL)
An old song

I cast all my cares on you
I lay all of my burdens down at your feet
And anytime that I don’t know what else to do
I will cast all my cares upon you

It is frightening to have the gift of the open door
It means your life is not by law anymore

It means letting go and getting out of your comfort zone
It means loving and giving must be honed

In this world nothing runs by common sense or by the rules
Its associations, reflections are the tools

Its gifts come by surprise and by other's generosity
No time for sadness or for another's pity

One is along for the ride, knowing the blessings will arise
It has no time table or reason why

God does it with the winking and blinking of His grand eyes
To your old self you will constantly die

All of it is done with all your parts good and bad and then some
Join the dance,
join the feast
cross the threshold
and release the beast

You know, why are there wars in the arts?

Art is an expression of the self set forth not necessarily for an audience but just a bubbling out of inner creativity that sometimes can be for joy or molded into a living for pay.

In music there is this constant debate between classical musicians, rock musicians and of course church musicians and all us that just love the art and participate out of the joy of it. They are always arguing and ranking which is better and who is the better artist-----including and excluding--the truth is the same chords, notes sounds and the overtones or chromatics are the same whether its jazz, rock, Beethoven, a lovely Eastern tune or a kid making a song up.

In art the tools change but the colors are the colors and it is in the mixing that the tones and beauty come out yet here too there is a debate between crayons, digital, oil, acrylic etc. and then there is writing ---the same scribblings, letters, words, sentences, organizational structure in any language whether writing for SEO or a novel or an academic paper are the same and yet here too you see a developing trend that is not positive.

And yet when one looks over the ages and at new artists-- the ones that create something that catches our attention often have used the skill of synthesis to create their expression and it appeals to a wide audience exactly for that reason because in it you find a piece or a part of you--a reflection. The arts present truth in a different fashion or sometimes even the lies in a different fashion, and if so why not be different from what the rest of the world does? I refuse to throw any of it away and call one better than the other or participate in such. Only to encourage and share something positive so people keep expressing life through art. Each level or type I have done has taught me a lesson, given me joy and healing, a way to let out pain safely and a way to be fully me.

Reflective river runs
Green meadow splashed with hues
Rusty gray building waits
Fence holding back the dark
Forest flames a desire
Blue sky sends it upward

Dark, ominous, foreboding
Thoughts and feelings floating
Clouded vision, clouded eyes
Living dead, wants to die

Black, menacing, threatening
Affliction suffering
Losing the love, Losing the life,
Listing sins, filled with strife

Pain, agony, reliving
Sweet relief in the drawing
Tangled thinking, tangled speaking
Sketching life, sketch dreaming

Numb, paralyzed, abashed
Color and lines penciling
Clearing the way, Making a path
Curving ways, Curving wrath

Tears, a healing, more crying
Pours out through my finger tips
Intense focus, Intense movement
Release please, Release please

Peace, a calmness, a respite
Animals symbols abstracts
Metaphor light, metaphor dark
Balance in, balance out

In the darkness came the art
In the darkness came my life

Music flowing through my veins
Wraps around and fills my brain
Touching doors that I have closed
Opening up what no one knows

Releases now the fierce pain
Reveals now what I have gained
Terrors and trials through fire
Birthing that which inspires

From the chaos a new life
Composing creative strife
Melody to harmony
Dissonace reality

Balancing the inner self
Putting darkness on the shelf
Scarring means one has survived
Finally coming back alive

Music flowing through my veins
Wraps around and fills my brain
Touching doors that I have closed
Opening up what no one knows

She married young and did all the right things,
Raised the children, loved the man
Life turned upside down
The love that was once pleasure became pain
Unimaginable
Unfullfilling
Dangerous
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip to that house she ever made.

Years continued on as she had to learn a new song
Raising children, loving boyfriends
Just to ease the pain
The love became just physical to stop the longing
Not spiritual
Not soul mate
Not important
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip to those houses she ever made

Her parents aged, and life became an endless service
Caring for parents, raising teenagers
The love became poignant and bittersweet
Death coming
Death watching
Death here
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip to her child home she ever made

A companion strolled in and love happened again
Children grown and gone, new man to hold
The love became deep, rich, and enduring
Life anew
Life fulfilled
Life finally
And one day he went away
It was the last trip to his bed she ever made

Now the years have passed and she is old at last
Grandchildren play, doctor visits untold
The love became for what was in the past
Hospital ways
Hospital days
Hospital
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip she made anywhere

They are whispering again
Whispering to sky and sea and wind
Whispering to anyone who will not bend
They are whispering again

They are talking again
Talking to friend and foe and masses
Talking to those that believe and think as they do
They are talking again

They are shouting again
Shouting out at the injustice to them
Shouting out to defend their way, their life
They are shouting again

Gone are the friends
Gone are the foes
Gone is the life they know
Gone, gone, finally gone

someone told me LOVE is a biochemical reaction.....
someone told me LOVE is an instinct......
someone told me LOVE is just sex dressed up........

SOMEONE WAS WRONG

LOVE is holding the hand of someone who is dying and knowing there is nothing you can do
LOVE is taking someone else's pain because you do not want them to be alone
LOVE is knowing when the sex is through that the real thing starts and heals
LOVE is going back into your darkness to help someone through their's
LOVE is reaching out and connecting with someone different from you
LOVE is standing up and yelling when someone is mistreated and saying STOP




real love hurts sometimes (tough love is all that can done in some situations) and then it heals

(This has nothing to do with the rut going on --- have fun)