“Oh, yes….
I have quivering, pleading emotions.
But I will not let you see the way I’m needing.”
“Oh, yes….
I have quivering, pleading emotions.
But I will not let you see the way I’m needing.”
“That there is no ‘right timing.’
But there are plenty of ‘reasons’ to not ‘step up.’
And plenty of obstacles that reinforce our feeling ‘stuck in a rut.””
“Until we can’t.
But even then…
Keep trying.”
“I’m tired…
I can’t do this anymore.
Another battle…
Another mountain to climb alone.
More blocks to eating, resting, dreaming, believing…
I can’t exercise or function well here.
Yet I am supposed to dig myself out of another caved in tunnel…
While suffocating and full of fear.”
“You’re hysterical!”
“Where’s the Go* *amn cheese?!”
“It’s always been about who I can trust…”
“Woman Woman Woman…”
“And how the heck do you get out of it?
That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Is not my home.”
“When you need a place for your stuff – for you to eat, sleep, and dream – there is vulnerability in your position…
I am considering giving up most everything, immediately.”
“The neighbor’s stench from their apartment oozes into miiiiinnee – mingling with the choking fumes of gaslighting cigarette ashes…”
(Please, Lord, get me safely and positively out of here, asap…)
“Whether or not you let them control the quality of your life is the underlying issue.”
“With the life signs, anyway…”
(Sleep Token lyrics)
“When others deny your objective experience and try to turn it subjective.”
“‘Society grips men by their balls.'”
“What Good is a man for then – anyway?
If a woman is supposed to fill every role – and is yet still discarded as inadequate…
If she must rise to every occasion on her own to defend of her self, her children, and battle injustices to hold ground in society…
How then can a man expect that she can make any room for him?
Is today’s modern man good for anything beyond briefly yielding genetic seed?”
“If you are a protector, then why don’t you protect?”
“You ask for help…
You find that help is limited – and often with attached conditions that you cannot afford…
Ultimately, you find that everything is still up to you to try to control…
But resistance is futile…
And pieces just reassemble to counteract the good that you promote and would see in the world…
So you continue to find ways to outsmart the patterns…
But you know that it’s all still a wasteful game – bleeding time, effort, and energy…
It becomes irrefutable that you are on your own…
Because who you want isn’t calling on the phone…
And he certainly isn’t bringing the calvary.”
“You see, you can’t just leave…
And you can’t just go…
Unless you have a lawyer and money.”
(Title of multiple meanings)
“Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing that I can do anymore to make my life better…
In fact, it often feels like if I am not gripping while slipping, then I am definitely losing ground.”
“Click the button and you’ll pay…
You’ll have ‘solid ground’ to stand on,
But you still won’t be able to breathe clean air
And you certainly won’t be able to get away…”
Maybe we could learn how to trust again, together.
“‘You’re vibing, on those things…you need to stop having hope for the future.”
“Where I’ve sought housing shelter, I don’t belong…
And this seems to be a repeat thematic.”
“Get tired of being pushed around?”
“One thing about having a weapon…its use must be considered carefully.”
“Rescuing plants that are about to die at a deep discount price.”
Listen to Voice 260630_124438.m4a by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/l7qZXhHUlC62Fe6sV6
“ACCOMPLISHED!!!!”
“Ok, well then – not going to a walkin-in medical clinic today…”
“Across the way from a different, unattached building, a neighbor approached me, asking about “smoke” now infiltrating into his unit as he sought the source – with same ideas that I originally began with, and without knowing about my own unit’s problem.”
Listen to The Debt That I Owe – 6.27.26 by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/Jdbo43Rsa0fdFv7gK7
“In any important decision.”
“Trying to rebuild while everything is falling apart around and inside of me from toxic fumigation and increased societal stress and pressures is like trying to grow new skin over aching wounds that keeps getting sloughed off from the festering, rather than healing.”