“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

Archive for June, 2011

Well-Wishers

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

A soul can sing

When it’s been freed

And sit above

To watch the march

Of the black dressed women

And the deathbed bearers

And the well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

The well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

With good things said

Of him that fell

A flower’s dropped

On bended knee

But the dark red rose

Cannot bring back life

For a world as lonely

As could be

A world as lonely

As could be

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the cry

That wrenches hope

From which is lies

Here for believing

Before the sight

Not for the voices

Of a haunted night

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

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The Cloud That Beat The Sun

yes i figure that instead of looking cold

you could put a smile there

and the way i see it my my mind

it would be the best of all

*

or go ahead believing in the story

of the cloud that beat the sun

but you’ll get tired of saying “never”

and you’ll let a “maybe” fall

*

soon you’ll see as well as i

that the air is really warm

and you’ll be staring in the faces

that have come to cheer you on

*

or go ahead believing in the story

of the cloud that beat the sun

and just forget about the colors

of the one that should’ve won

*

like a snail do you wish it on your back

you were carrying your home?

only to abandon every thought

at the slightest hint of snow?

*

but go ahead believing in the story

of the cloud that beat the sun

you should know i’ll be behind you

when you find your time to run

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

The Things I Cannot Stand In Life

Pulpy orange juice. It is the worst sensation one could possibly imagine going down their throat. Little stringy things that pop in my mouth and cause me to gag are not my idea of a cool, refreshing drink to start off the day.

Drains. They are the dark places my mind goes when I fall asleep.  Especially hairy drains. I know, you can’t really help whether or not your hair falls out in the shower, but you could at least have the decency to clean up once you’re done. I’m speaking to myself here.

Feet. I shudder even now as I write the word. You see, having five brothers can scar you. One brother, in particular, I’ve no doubt has been mistaken for a sasquatch on many occasions. I’ve yet to find a pair of f…f…those things you walk with…that could outweigh his.

Shaking hands. You can never know for sure where they have been. And being a person with an imagination, certain locations come to mind easily enough. No offense, but when I shake your hand, I will wipe my hands on my pants. It’s a habit.

Dysfunctional silverware. You know what I’m talking about. The forks that refuse to fit right in your hand, the spoons that hurt your jaw just to get them in, the knives that are clumsy and dull…I could go on and on.

People adding  to my creations. I’ll have this masterpiece (at least in my mind) and as I sit back to enjoy it, some intruding know-it-all will come and put their little scribbles and words in. In my mind, it completely ruins the integrity of everything.

Socks. They touch feet.

The crunch of bell peppers and onions. It’s plastic-y, rubbery, chewy, squishy, and it hurts my ears.

Unbrushed teeth. More importantly, my unbrushed teeth. I hate the taste in the base of my throat, the bumpiness of food on my teeth. Most days, I brush my teeth more than four times. Yes, I have issues.

Crutch words. Words such as “um” and “like” and “cool”. And every time I hear myself say these words, I want to go and hide in a corner. Most people don’t even notice when they’ve been saying these things their whole lives, but I do. Oh, I do.

Tomatoes and papaya. Tomatoes have that overly sweet scent and flavor that seeps into all the food on your plate and tosses its nasty aroma around the kitchen. And papayas…don’t even get me started. First of all, how can people eat it? The smell alone could knock a man out cold, but the taste..! You recall the feeling in your mouth you get when you’re sick and you’ve been vomiting in the bathroom for half an hour? You do? Well, the taste of papaya is dangerously close to that feeling.

Long grass (and the act of walking through it). Wet or dry, scratchy or slimy, I absolutely abhor it. Even worse, being barefoot and walking through it. Anything, and I mean anything, can hide inside unmowed grass. I imagine creatures slithering and scuttling across my feet and wrapping around my legs. Seaweed also gives me the chills.

Among these things I can’t stand are: those dresses that look like mermaid tails, an unwashed face, the smell of black tea, sticky skin, flies, cockroaches, mosquitoes, cars, horribly uncomfortable bicycle seats, and crawl spaces.

Think I complain a lot? Check out my other post https://singinthebreeze.wordpress.com/2011/02/08/phobias/

 

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I Need A Little Help With The Title…But…Anyway…

mirrors you wish you shattered quicker

always come to haunt

eyes that follow change your heartbeat

try to let her go

remember

love began

with a kiss

on the hand

all that’s  been

wasted on the

porcelain doll

you share your world with

there is no denying you find

fault in every step

memories that leave you sighing

try to bring her back

remember

love began

with a kiss

on the hand

all that’s been

wasted on the

porcelain doll

you share your world with

turn to your reflection and break the glass

 that holds you there

step inside there‘s no returning

to your pale friend

just remember

love began

with a kiss

on the hand

all that’s been

wasted on the

porcelain doll

you share your world with

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com


Whoopsie-Daisy

This morning, as I was playing around with the settings on my blog, I accidentally deleted my background  photo, and the header. So….I decided that instead of putting the same pictures back on, something new was needed. And I changed them, quite drastically, actually (that end part rhymed).  I rather enjoy the new look, don’t you?

This post is for those that never really glance at their surroundings, and most likely would never have noticed a change, had I not said anything. I just felt that even the less fortunate should be able to acknowledge some good Googled artwork when they see (or don’t see) it.

 

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