i like to dream and i like to believe.
May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.
May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and the exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.
May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, and starvation, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy.
And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.
-part of a Franciscan benediction
Every now and then I need a pick me up. Something to inspire and bring me out of dark depression. I find this quote so refreshing. I love the writers perspective and his heart for others. I imagine that he had quite an understanding of self sacrifice for the sake of those less fortunate than him. I really admire and esteem his heart for others. Times are tough for many people right now, I just wanted to share this benediction with others who needed a new perspective on being blessed. I sure did.
Every now and then I like to write with out thinking. I just get a pen and paper and I go. I let it all out. I don't put any thought into it. There is no filter, no stops, no second guesses. Like I said I just go. Writing like that is my favorite. Its free, there are no boundaries. Its like I'm in a trance for however long I am releasing whatever it may be. Then when I'm done, I go back and read, that's my favorite part cuz I surprise myself every time.
So, this next poem is a product of one of my "sessions" for lack of a better word.
I haven't gone back and edited it. I wrote it a long time ago. Maybe you can relate....maybe not.
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Floating in the air are particles of dust that I don't see.
What else is there that I'm not seeing?
I apologize for my blindness and ignorance,
but how can it be helped?
My world is so small,
like Whoville,
I am unaware of so many things.
Who is screaming "we are here!" to me?
I can't hear either!
Like the Pharisees who were blind and deaf to what really matters I have become.
Where do I go?
Is there a doctor in the house?
Healed of one hurt only to find another problem spot.
There is no time for this one.
How long must I rest in my car?
Exhausted to the bone,
the blood in my veins no longer satifies.
Is this what I have been reduced to,
living on blood and bone?
Where is life, true life?
Somebody rescue me from my car,
I'm tired of surviving.
Memoryland
Humming bird,
where did you go?
Outside my window I heard you sing.
Sweet voice,
that once graced my ears,
is now gone.
Glorious sunlight,
reflecting rainbows,
eternal/
I dance in the warmth,
childlike,
alone.
I'm not lonely.
Flood gates have finally closed.
No more tears.
Oh how I still miss your sweet voice...
But surely I will die if I give heart or even ear to your song.
So long Memoryland!
This is my final goodbye to a place that once existed.
I need to feel again whats real.
ITS TIME!
for me personally those two words are some of the the most powerful, profound, and convicting. So many times have I heard that phrase in a church service, in my prayer life, from a friend, and even some enemies. But the only voice that really matters, that carries the most weight with me is Gods.
If HE says ITS TIME, then ITS TIME.
Time for what?
Well for me ITS TIME to let go. Time to forgive, time to face the hurt that I've buried, hidden, and tried to forget.
Why?
So I can be healed, set free, and made whole. So I won't be held back any more by my past, but empowered to walk into the future.
Ecclesiastes 3
There's a Right Time for Everything
1 There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:
2 -8 A right time for birth and another for death,
A right time to plant and another to reap,
A right time to kill and another to heal,
A right time to destroy and another to construct,
A right time to cry and another to laugh,
A right time to lament and another to cheer,
A right time to make love and another to abstain,
A right time to embrace and another to part,
A right time to search and another to count your losses,
A right time to hold on and another to let go,
A right time to rip out and another to mend,
A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
A right time to love and another to hate,
A right time to wage war and another to make peace.
Today i was reminded of something.
So I'm gonna step out on a limb (however the saying goes) and assume that most people are familiar with that song Dont Trust Me by...is it 3Oh3? Whatever. Maybe a couple months ago my big sis and I were working out to that song. Yeah, its catchy, upbeat. If my life had a glossary that song would be defned as a workout song. So blah, blah, blah we're listening to the song and BAM! The lyric that can't be ignored plays....."SHUSH GIRL SHUT YOUR LIPS. DO THE HELEN KELLER AND TALK WITH YOUR HIPS." Then as the song keeps playing my big sis says as she prances around the room "so Marcy how does Helen Keller walk?". I go "what do you mean how does she walk what are you talking about?" She replies again with "Like how does she walk? Like who is she? Isn't she a model or something?" And to my surprise in my immense disgust and disappointment in the public school system and my sister as an educated human being/soon to be mother, i was able to stay calm and explain who Helen Keller was and her achievement with the help of Anne Sullivan. She nonchalantly replies "oh yeah I kinda remember something about that in school."
now it is time.
WHAT THE HELL! A freaking model! What is this world coming to? Young people are singing this catchy yet riduculous song and have no clue who Helen Keller is. Young women, my sister included, are becoming moms and think Helen Keller is a model or some other form of glorified entertainer. Young men are becoming fathers, the general population is entering or already are a part of the work force and are dancing to that lyric probably thinking that Helen Keller is/was some stripper/porn/popstar. I found out today that the term "racy" as in "that movie was pretty racy" dates back to when RACISM was still strong in America. See people, R&B wasn't always just a genre of music along with Rock, Rap, Pop, Country, Reggae, Classical, .... the list goes on. Back in the day R&B was what was called race music. The black people in America were finding their identity in music, which at the time became disrespectfully known as "race music". Thats where the term "racy" comes from. "Racy" as in race, as in ethnicity, as in racism, as in racist. Today the term "racy' has a broader defintition. "Racy" could mean risque, suggestive... Today the word commonly denotes something sexual, when really that definition is waaaaay off.
My question of the day: Do you have any idea what is coming out of your mouth?!
So back to Helen Keller. This song "Dont Trust Me" is in no way rewriting history, but it is reeducating the youth of this nation on who Helen Keller was and what she did. This is my apology to Hellen Keller. I'm sorry your name has been severely disrespected and misused. Even after death you still deserve honor for the achievements you made while you were alive. Please forgive me, forgive this nation for embracing that song, and above all please forgive the public school system and the parents for not doing their jobs.
Thats right above all I blame the public school system.
As for my readers. I don't care if you agree with me. I don't even care if you like me. All I care about is that you learned something today, that I made you think. Oh yeah and if you're reading this and are about to pat yourself on the back cuz you know who Helen Keller is, don't, because I said so and because you totally missed the point.
the reality is that i dont have a wish, a genie, or a fairy godmother.
i know what i dont have.
i have no clue what i DO have,
but its an opportunity to get creative.
;) gotta love my life
come away with me, i'll come away with you.........
i'm ready, my bags are packed,
come and take me away.
any takers?
Sophmore year. 16 years old. The assignment was to write a poem about a person, anybody. I couldnt choose just one person. I chose a group of people. Surprisingly this poem came easy. Its like I was a water balloon ready to burst. Well, I did burst and this is what came out. Even though I am taking credit for this poem I shouldnt. Its almost like I was possesed as i wrote this poem. The words came that easy.
Here's to many people in my life.....
Autumn Breeze
You are like an autumn breeze,
a rarity, a treasure that comes but once a year,
with nothing left to tie you down,
you leave before the cold sets in.
Always staging a grand entrance,
you boldly drift in through curtains of summer.
Never growing into a treacherous gale or even into a fierce wind,
you stay an autumn breeze.
Playful and soft,
dancing lightly over the skin,
you hide on the fragile surface.
Playing "pretend", you act as if you had never left.
Cool and sweet like and autumn breeze,
your presence is comforting...
while it lasts,
for life never gets too real as you dance upon the surface.
Lets watch the last leaf fall together,
and I'll see you out,
just like last time.
With so many creative outlets available nowadays it seems to me that poetry or dare i say even writing in general have been put on the backburner. In the vast list of ways for one to creatively express themself poetry falls somewhere in between crocheting. scrapbooking and professional chess playing.....in other words its older than your grandma and kinda nerdy, there i said it. Its almost as if poets and writers are ashamed to share their work. Seriously, why share it if it can't be transformed into a song or drama? That could be the perspective that have been holding back writers today. I know it has kept me trapped. But not anymore. As melodramatic and cheesy and mediocre as this may seem this blog is my personal declaration that poetry is not dead! My ratty, purple folder is comin out of hiding.
So, read at your own risk. I like to keep it REAL, thats right in all caps babaay!
Here's how I express me.
