Author: Candid Corvid Productions

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Altered States

A Moment Of Normalcy

Candid Corvid Productions

“Yesterday, thanks to an investing client’s generosity, I had a little bit of funding to go out and obtain a few special items as Christmas gifts for my children and their beloveds.

I took a pause in the evening as bit a large, satisfying mouthful from a too-long-awaited Carl’s Jr Triple Western Cheeseburger (TM) lettuce wrap with double-blended Pink Drink (TM) topped with whipped cream sip soon to follow, and felt and gave thanks for the timely ‘abundance’ blessing.”

Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Candid Corvid Productions

I just dreamed of you and
You were sharing thoughts

Strange-to-me reasons for
What, why, when & where

It was clear you were driven
& you wanted my agreements

When I understood your intent
It all made much deeper sense

I realized then you were mine &
So began kissing your forehead

Over and over and over again &
Then your face & then your lips

I have always wanted this bliss
Your heart & soul’s redemption

Why the heck did I
Wake up from this?

I am going back to sleep
To try to find you, again!

Where Demons Tread

My Love,

Candid Corvid Productions

In moments, I ask myself why?

Why have I been so injured by an accident?

And then, why have I been injured, again, by another?

Why am I now so prevented from external physical and mental manifestation in this material plane?

And why am I blocked from making music by calculating these blissful mathematical numerics, which take longer to identify and capture while my brain is on fire and hurting – even in just trying to navigate the simplest beginnings through eyes that can only dream now of how my life could be?

The only answer I can find is that I am supposed to wait for you.

For if I had all of my facilities, I would be wired by now to keep running and launch myself far beyond where you could reach me – so trained have I become in thinking that I must find ways to be content to be alone for the rest of my life – and so afraid, apparently, have I become to allow myself to believe in the truest art of loving again.

Yet, I would search the world, looking for you in every large to small venue and turning over every stone for any trace if I knew for sure that I had the right to – as well as had I the finances to support such a venture, which I lack, and so therefore find myself stuck in place here relegated to being my own restricted lady-in-waiting.

And know that there would be nothing and no one and no thing to stop me seeking for your soul’s truth and shaking it out from you up to the surface to be able to hear you say that you love me and for us to claim our rightful destiny together if I knew that this was what you truly desired and wanted.

A Woman's Plight

Buried Beneath

Candid Corvid Productions

“I was in a dressing room trying on a maroon-red, softly-contouring sequined dress which did not fit me (nor could I afford it, anyway) where an overhead speaker playing traditional New York style classic Christmas music beckoned one toward the excitement up prepping for the holiday.

Consciously clicking into smooth keel mode and trying to just enjoy the moment, I could not remember when I have had the luxury of looking forward to a holiday – let alone prospect of sharing romance that can come with it.”