Our paradigm is shifting rapidly
Past the ignorance of violence
Past outdated modes of fear
And ever restless tyrannies
Elden Ways are filtering
Streaming into this realm
As if the others left behind have
Found cause to support humanity
Our species share bloodlines
From past alliance marriages
It only makes sense that all rally
To ensure parallels may coincide
Repost from February 9, 2023.
“Effort to get to the impromptu interview was swept aside by their limited hours.”
“And rain begins to fall gently, slowly, filling the air with its fresh greenery and the scent of wet pavement.”
Exerpt from removed reference to signs and omens:
“And as I stop to investigate the room inside, it feels closer to my world now than it’s ever been – as if crowding full to burst out of me.
And I sense traces of you all over the scene, as if you’ve been there recently.
And the room is no longer dark and isolated, like in once deep, catacombed caverns.
It is a room with a window, and there is sunlight gently streaming.
And as I ask myself who it could be, I find myself breaking down crying.
All I can say clearly is that this man who has been walking along beside me, caring for me through everything, is a Master of Dreams.”
“Before I woke up, I was walking on a stage.
A last missed piece to reclaiming my puzzle.
It would be so easy to just slip my hand into that glove again, under right circumstances.
Will I ever step upon one with legs stable?”
—
(Title ref to state of legs and sound of stage)
I think I’ve avoided drinking it
Although bought tin canisters
Because one I once loved
Claimed it as his favorite
I remember at our beginning
Motorcycle rides to freedom
Flying like hawks in the wind
Naturally gliding glued to him
Perfection’s bliss in our kiss and
Hope’s rebirth in a life together
But innocence fades quickly
When fear grabs and blinds
One who once gave trust
Leaving the other behind
Forever alone in shadows
Clinging to lost memories
Yet this flowered cloying tea
Gives happiness nonetheless
Even if initially I must address
Associations filled with regret
Holding a cup’s heat in hands
Sipping warm sense of home
As I try to define from past
What I can still call my own
Stop twitching
Recallibrate
My job is to innovate
Dead ends if I can’t
“For the last few nights, I’ve played one song over and over while working on getting my body able to dance again and gathering costume elements for a future event – as if I will be attending a glorious celebration ball.”
“Tomorrow, I begin exploring a replacement to my daily creamy coffee to see if I can gain an edge on inflammation, yet still help my brain functioning.”
“Yeah, no.
I won’t be wearing one – unless the strings are just hanging off from it as fringe.
‘Yeah, baby.'”
—
(Refering to The Ripcords’ song, “White Cadillac.”)
“To the last, I will grapple with thee…from Hell’s heart, I stab at thee! For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee!”
Spoken by “Khaaaaaaan!” (Kirk yelling, lol) of the movie “Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.”
(Even funnier with lots of spitting, hissing lithspsss)
“It’s a good thing that I am used to being a dreamer because navigating stress and brain trauma under pressure is no easy roller coaster.”
“How can we have known each other, without having met in person in this reality?
How is it that our hearts speak the same language – as if our souls were cut from the same cloth, and then are now mending?”
Resides
Untamed
Within
Enclosure
Awaiting
Inspiration’s
Momentary
Expressions
Championing
Kingdom
I said
You better
Believe it
Let it show
He said
You don’t know
And I wake
Say your name
And I wake
Say your name
We are
Now free
To live and
Love again
—
(Some reference to Sleep Token’s “Calcutta” lyrics, reframed)
U-turn at freeway junction
To help a lady removing
From edge-center lane
Where previous car hit
‘Is it still alive – any hope?”
“I’m not sure” / “Show me”
Scrambling to catch, I fall
Reminded limbs don’t work
She helps me up and we
Put it in a bag for transport
But the vet isn’t licensed and
Wildlife support doesn’t call
Needed pain killers and
Help to stop blood’s flow
Gently placing it in a container
In blanket with grass and water
With aded B-viamins for shock
I encourage, “It’s your choice”
Returning later eve to dull eyes
Grieving that its soul passed on
But at least it was protected
In its final hours with honor
“This next song gives so many options, but all I can think of is, ‘can we add lots and lots of sleep to the menu?
I mean, LOOOOOTTTTSSSS of sleep?’
Yes, please.”
—
(Ref to “Two Princes” by Spin Doctors)
“My outing was interupted by an attempt to help save an injured, small wild rabbit.”
“I took a chance and got Hound and Wolf the large strips, again.
They gnawed on them for so long, and now are just lying on their sides, splayed out as if tranked – in a way I’ve never seen before.
I think that in the wild, a dog’s natural tendency is to gorge, be satiated into a stupor, and then to go hunt and repeat this cycle, again.
But having never seen this behavior in my girls, I worry about them!”
em!”
“Yeah…trauma gets you ‘street cred.'”
“I see you, too.”
“I have been careful as I have walked beside you.
I could only observe the slightest of your journey, to keep myself healthy and from falling into the spiral.
I could only say just so much, for worry you would resist and react – thereby plunging deeper.
So I tethered you to me by a few words here or there, to remind you that there was a window – an escape hatch full of air, ready and waiting for you.”
“I have no idea where most of my forks and spoons have gone off to – and, I have a ton of butter knives!”
“Have you been with me all of this time, walking quietly beside me?”
“Hunched over a small plate of ribs, growling and muttering to myself.”
“I’ll wear my own chains – thank you very much!”
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