Reframing the feeling/concept to be like a wall or door reached when we come to the end of what is known,
Author: Candid Corvid Productions
- Creative Creations for Clever Minds! -
Possible Read – Book Of The Day
Underground
A place to dump presets
And redefine preferences.
Reconsidering
I had come here to share aspects of myself that the average person would not see because I have lived a life hidden from view – and the only thing that I gained was anonymity.
But now, I am not so sure about anything.
The Shift
I can feel it coming:
Will I cloak myself?
Diving under waves,
Reemerging mystery.
Time Lag
What do I want to give? Everything.
What can I give right now? Minimal
The Vagaries Of Limitation
I prefer to obtain used blenders because A: they are inexpensive; and B: they are shaped and powered to capacity preference.
The newer ones are too expensive – not formed for utility, but for pretension.
However, it is a balancing trick to get enough blending vs. how much dying motor smell fills the kitchen.
(I’ll Be There For You – The Rembrandts)
Solitary
I do not need others,
I just need me
But it’s nice to
Have the company.
Spring’s Power
As I begin to reform
Slimming into core,
Shoulders loom and
Bossom arcs tower:
A heart to repair
Without a spare,
Elongated into
Spring’s bowers.
Queenly
No throne for me –
I’ll abdicate freely!
Remembering the hell
When golden walls fell;
The grips that slipped
From lies told too well.
In The Aftermath
How do I fashion the pieces around me?
Clients for this week, but none yet next.
Time keeps pouring forward
From a spigot with no reset.
I am sloshing in deep waters:
Raw creativity ignores money!
One focus or the other diverts
Where if concentrated propels.
Expansion requires investment,
But energy expenditures failed.
The Time Keeper
Tick…tock…tick…
Get a better grip!
Listening for creaks,
Oiling to smooth cogs,
Repairing broken pieces,
Keeping silent false alarm.
We do not know Tomorrow
Until arrives in our new day –
Yet, her step is lithe and lovely
As she paves our hidden ways.
Weapon Of Choice
It seems I am only a catalyst:
Where I give love, it blossoms,
Bearing fruit for other families.
Love’s Dreaming
Twenty-one years, devoted to one,
Then twelve, struggling to recover.
Ex-fiance’s age gap matches first;
Another’s difference is the second.
Some say numbers mean nothing,
But patterns lend own suggestions.
—–
Why in last night’s dream at last
Did ex-husband gladly want me?
No longer afraid to display in public
While proud to express his affection?
Desires left aching alone now outgrown –
Dried husks rattling around windy bones!
I suppose that I needed to feel such relief:
How it could have been had he welcomed.
Butterfly
The love and tenderness –
Such hope I showed him!
Passed on to someone
Who had not fashioned.
How hungry love can be
When kept from sharing
That once breaks free
Scales walls in daring!
I ought to feel proud – but
Am heartbroken, staring.
(Something Like This – Chet Faker)
Healing From Suffering
Take your lashes, then claim the badge of truth burned clean by fires of your own work’s retribution – yet, do not pass forward harm.
Instead, learn to properly defend your inner dimensions and prize your soul’s love. Share its blessing with the world despite what’s been taken.
(Take Me Back To Eden – Sleep Token)
Crowded Out
It isn’t numbers of people that are the problem, but the disassociation being propagated which causes harm.
It is up to the rest of us to not fall into slumber’s charm, and to awaken and salvage whom we can take with us.
(Eternally – Markus Schulz ft. Diandra Faye)
Fie To Fait Accompli!
Though we are forced into corners with no way out it seems, we must choose the difficult paths where we recreate new beginnings.
(Where Words End – Robert Gromotka)
Suppressionism
I was told to be silent – to not infringe
Upon the checking out of others’ sins,
For they’d paid good money, honey,
To not give a damn about reality:
How dare I say what’s bothering
And argue in favor of solutions!
Harmful Messaging
“Weed is cheaper than therapy.”
A local street advertisement.
Chalice
Youth’s resilience resides
Within our cellular matrix.
(Deep Space – Sevenn)
Instinct
“Did I get it wrong?” she wondered.
“Am I completely ‘off base,’ or ‘spot on?’
Have I somehow crossed a line?”
That’s the trouble with following the truth one feels inside.
It remains unclear if who is read will not confide.
Hidden From View
It’s funny how she had seen right through him down to the core of his essentiality, yet how differently he functioned externally.
Pride
It sucks to be injured.
(Play with words)
Numbers
The only real advice after promises of love and twin flame reunions is that I need to do my shadow work and obtain a new balance.
Travel
I would like to embark, but at present prefer to stay local while healing.
I did not realize that survivalism could be so energetically depleting!
The Wonder Of Plants
They are my true friends, giving their all with only honest hesitation – then full commitment as they adjust to changes of seasons.
Centering
Drawing that to myself which reinforces my core identity.
“Stocking my well” to replenish the font of my creativity.
Recharging strength to launch into further complexity.
It’s a challenge to drop pressure after hardships.
Expansion
What they do not mention is the prior necessary contraction relative to being able to recognize and then participate in such ventures.
One Step At A Time
On the busy weeks, it has felt good to come away with enough money to feel like we will make it.
On the lighter weeks, there is insecurity paired with attempts at acceptance because I have needed the rest due to my injuries.
These ebbs and flows get a bit daunting when paired with past shut downs due to Covid and the ever unknown prospective yields in the future.
Shyness in self assertion compounds when dwelling in a zone of such experienced, yet random bounty to limited restrictions.
A New Friend
The bird leaves varigated with maroon underbellies have perked up in my bedroom, serveying all they see with pride.
Dew drops of water slow-dripping off its tips let me know it has more moisture than is needed.
(Searching – Two Lanes, Live Session)
A Comfy Home
Sweet kiss upon our brows:
Before, forgotten memory.
In The Beginning
There was the Word of Mom:
She’d yell at mean neighbors,
Pounding the clay to garden.
(Stressed Out – Twenty One Pilots)
Don’t Worry
Go home and garden.
(King Of The Road – Roger Miller)
“How Cool Is That?!”
I stopped by a store to return an item, and while waiting, I noticed someone had left this small package out of place on the line’s pole in deciding that they did not want it.
I had been desiring exactly this type of product, but had given up trying to look for it some time ago.
There it was before my very eyes, for my eyes, without my having to strain them or exert more effort!
Growing Roots
Many times, I have had to move, and with each resettling there must be restructuring.
Putting time, focus, and energy into home and garden represents these reparations.
When Wills Prevail
After three years of hardship’s trying, we took a wild gamble to build and cross over our own rainbow bridge to a new paradise.
Before Covid Hit
When we arrived on the mountain, we had hoped for a new life we could expand into – not a sentence of conscription’s isolation.
A King’s Worth
You were eleven – the time of age’s shifting.
Many loved ones were lost in following years,
But you strove to lift the light of Hope’s reason.
Sweet Child
How you have grown!
Into a man of actions
Where words merely
Pave way for proof.
