
“Winter’s Horizon”


I don’t fit into any molds, so I will keep striving onward.
Number 555, symbolises spiritual guidance and learning. It is associated with transition, freedom and independence. It helps you foresee and manifest your ideal life with singularly motivated actions.
The-way-we build up high
With-out an-y touch
And-then-we crash back down
At-the-end of-the-rush
When-I look at you
I-see parts of-me
Once caught in-a-cage
Being giv-en re-lease
You-are
A gui-ding mir-ror
I-see
My-path de-li-vered
When-the eve-ning comes
Af-ter a-long day
And-the morn-ing dawn
When-it-all fades a-way
Your-voice it-gets in-side
Lifts-my wings in-a-rush
I ne-ver knew it-was-right
That-I-could feel soo-much!
And-when-the dark thoughts hit
And-I’ve run-out-of-time
I-turn-the light screen on
Op-en up my-mind
I-search-your voice for hope
Then-I find a-trace
Heav-en opens its-doors
My-life is gi-ven grace
Your-heart’s
Be-com-ing clear-er
Your-soul
Is cleans-ing pure
And-where I strug-gle
To be-lieve in-my-self
That-wall re-solves as if
It-were made of-silk
And-I-can see the path
Now draw-ing near
You-light-the way for-me
And-chase a-way all-the-fear
So-when-you doubt your self
Like-I of-ten do
And-see that bro-ken mirror
Star-ing back at-you
Just-take-a look in-side
And-you’ll see me-there
We-share-a love that-is-wild
Made-of myst-i-cal-air
You-are
A won-drous sing-er
In-spired
My-heart will shim-mer
(Thank you for all that you do, Alexander!)
(Posted on his “Broken Mirror,” Hotel Room Session #24 comments)
That it’s possible for love to travel on its own, seeking to find and claim you.
Popliteal fossa.
Something is kicking in to repair my throat – thank f***!
For unknown reasons.
Locks down as if there never was a key – nor ever will be – toward supporting my creativity flourishing.
Another E.R. vet visit for our beloved Blue Ranger, resulting in postponement of my business meeting to strategize income generation, and now Queen Z is not eating…
*soul sobs*
My Queen Z’s respiratory infection took over again, causing chest rattling and excess mucus clogging of her sinus breathing; our Blue Ranger’s teeth suddenly absessed into amounts of blood and oozing puss as an extreme dental emergency with possible respiratory infection; and I am sick again while managing and trying to regrow past and create a new business
Falling down flat, and then reassessing for better approaches.
As my life is full of disruption, I better start capturing at least raw elements of my vocal range capabilities.
Whenever I have sought to further develop them by lessons, instructors have not taken me serioisly, nor cared enough to truly “see” me.
While she knew that her wisdom heralded the imminent revolution, she also knew that if she joined the movement, she would be crucified as a martyr and branded as nothing more than a whore and liar.
“Some people say that if a woman has sex with a man before he is committed to her, then this diminishes her value.
This type of thinking pushes a woman to deeply evaluate her own feelings where a man is not also doing the work, and commit to marriage before knowing compatibility.”
She figured that most peop)e
Craved fitting in’s acceptance,
But what she needed was support
While she challenged restrictions.
It was easy to look around at other people
And marvel at how they had accomplished
The standard rote progression in careers
That led to their current succesful status
And to self disparage with chastisement
When comparing one’s innovative debris
Left in piles still needing categoric cleanup
After rockets have escaped gravy’s gripping
Callibrating propulsion to greater distances
Where most aim for thevmoon’s reliability.
With a wolf, you have to ask
Its about their independence
With a hound, its all about connection
They’re wide open and love interacting
(We are very good at masking for our children)
She was sick, sleep deprived, and beyond exhausted – thus, fell to the floor.
(Title ref to Depeche Mode song)
It had made sence to keep going for them, but she was depleted with very little left for herself.
(Title play with words)
The deeper tones remind me of “555” by Jimmie Eat World – so an upper elevation from, yet still connected thematic, perhaps.
Where we meet to exchange time and energy.
(Title play with words)
Trying to activate and propel forward.
Can be a real fine thing…
She didn’t seek it, knowing that at any moment, it could be brutally taken away – unless it was freely and sincerely given.
He was too busy to seek her company, and she was too busy to seek his replacement.
I shift and accommodate way too much as I seek to adapt and survive.
I want my life to be amazing and wonderful and full of financial security and stability – and I don’t want to be limited nor sabotaged by others’ fears and negative projections!
She liked exploring them.
She had survived on bravery to advocate for her children and community.
Now she had to use it to promote her self.


She knew there were many pieces, but tried to switch focus between them to push forward toward a larger view.
“It’s not fair,” cried out one of the women in privacy of their chambers, “that we were created to need a man’s completing us!”
Several of the other women called out comments, chiming in to add their discontent.
Cassandra lifted her hand gracefully and the din quieted down to listen attentively, for she always had something profound to add in her wisdom.
“Maybe they were made to serve us,” she posed in a low tone, confidingly, “and that’s why they control and suppress us.”
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The KISS band, practicing – lol.