Randomly Working Things Out

I erase more than I published,

Overzealous editing-- 

I am in constant revision.

More often than I would like to admit,

My eyes rest upon the power button;

It's become easier to avoid it altogether.

I tense to project my presence,

Rattling cages and the trainers;

Little do they know, I'm holding back.

Can being random be purposeful?

Being random can be purposeful;

It may be how one navigates through the clouds.

A watch winds up faster than it runs;

It reminds me of anger, frustration, anticipation, excitement -- stress, good and bad, if that's possible;

Building up quickly yet, it takes time to work it all out.

Life lessons usually come through hard work,

Working with my hands allows my thoughts to move freely;

Thinking clearly shouldn't be an after-thought.

"I am Perfection" Says My Ego

I'm Imperfection.  No, that's not...Right?
Imperfection, I am. Yes, that's Right.

Is it right to stand beside my light?
I want to admire the fire before it leaves;
It is inevitable.

I'm Imperfection.  No, that's not...Right?
Imperfection, I am. Yes, that's Right.

Is it right to stand to the right of my light?
I wanted to admire the fire but I was Left when
I stood right, so the next time 
I'll use my Left to make things Right;
It is inevitable. 

I'm Imperfection.  No, that's not...Right? 
Imperfection, I am. Yes, that's Right.

Is it right stand to the right of my light?
I need to see the heights it flies before it flies away;
It is inevitable.

I'm Imperfection.  No, that's not...Right?
Imperfection, I am.  Yes, that's Right.

Is it right to stand to the right of my light?
I needed to see how I flew such heights;
I went left to be Right and stand by the fire
I created when I flew to such heights;
It is inevitable to be Left when you want to see Right;
It's easy to get caught up in Flight, that's why... 

I'm Imperfection.  No, that's not...Right?
I'm Perfection, I am.  Yes, that's Right.

Hindsight #380

With you, 

I feared the unknown;

Little did I know it was there,

In which you sought solitude.

You were drawn to it;

It's where you still find adventure.

It's where you feel alive. 

Without you,

I fear not knowing;

Little did I know,

So, I decided to learn.

I'm drawn to unknown;

It's where I now find adventure,

Solitude is a coveted companion,

She speaks fondly of you.

Moving From Point A to Point B

We are here for one reason: to find out why we are here.
To do that, we need to prepare for a journey; but to where?
And how do we prepare to go to an unknown place? 
How do we plot a course to discover our true purpose?

Those who believe Faith in a Higher Power is the key,
might suggest, "in order to know where to go, we need to
know where our ancestors have been."  Everyone comes from
a time and place that seem to be so far in the past, 
they are irrelevant.  Studying history, the
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth,
provides us with tools we may use for 
navigation, decision-making and protection.

Those who believe Experience is the best teacher might
suggest, "in order to know where to go, we need to know
where we don't want to go."  Some of us lack the 
intuition to know where not to go; but, we should work to 
be aware of our surroundings, so we can differentiate between
a good space that is conducive to our growth, or a
space that drains our positive energy.

Those who believe that we are all connected might suggest 
that in order to to where to go, we need companionship.  
They share statements like, "A family that prays together, 
stays together" and "Great minds think alike" in an effort to 
promote a supportive environment throughout the journey.

We are here for one reason: to find out why we are here.
To do that, we need to prepare for a journey, to an unknown 
place the set out on that journey; This is how we discover 
our true purpose.  
We need  Faith, Experiences and Companionship;
because when moving from Point A to Point B, 
no one ever said it would be a straight line.

Matter of Fact: An Ideal Relationship

"You matter to me.  Everything I am right now is because of you."

"It's not worth it anymore.  The conversation has not changed enough over the past few months.  I've given all I've known to give."

"Sometimes I just want to grab you and shake you!"

"If we were something you wanted, you would make time for me, for us."

"What I do, I do for us.  How can we have more, live better, if we are in the same place we were when we started?  I'm working for us."

"You work for yourself.  That's your focus.  WE are not a priority to you.  I know I'm not."

"Everything you've been able to buy to add to our comfort level, it would not have been possible if I didn't work more.  You're enjoying the spoils but are not appreciating my efforts."

"I buy those things to pass the time.  Yes, you provide but I don't need all that.  I wanted more of you."

"I find it hard to believe that you do not recognize that you can go shopping whenever you want, that we can plan a trip and go without hesitation, that we have properties, assets, wealth..."

"Money isn't everything."

"You know my plan.  I shared this with you from the beginning.  Things won't be this way forever.  I actually have a cutoff date.  Once that date arrives, my time will be less structured and we will be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor, of our sacrifice.  If you can't wait two months, then I'm at a loss for what else I can say to you."

"You should want to fight for us.  Fight for me."

"What do you think I've been doing?  I'm not the one who talks about leaving.  I'm the one talking about how we can be better, together."

"You just don't get it."

"Help me to understand.  I want you to be happy with us.  There is light at the end of the tunnel.  Things will change in two months."

"You may be alone by then."

"I feel like I'm alone already.

"If you don't want to fight for me, then why am I here."

"I'm here because I love you.  I thought you were here for the same reason.  I can't tell you why you're here, why you should stay.  You have to know that for yourself.  Not once have I ever said I didn't want us.  I've only expressed how I need you in my life, how I want us to have forever, how your love is the theme music to my life.  Everything I do, I do for you, for us."

"I do love you..."

"You should...sometimes I just want to grab you and shake you."

"Maybe you should..."

"If I grab you I'm not shaking you."

"We'll see..."

When Love Isn't Enough

Listening becomes a chore
Giving is used as a weapon
The fighting becomes dirty
When Love Isn't Enough

Words becomes short
Conversations disappear
Butterflies fail to flutter
When Love Isn't Enough

A gentle touch is not welcome
Emotion is a memory
Confusion and Anger win
When Love Isn't Enough

Let's Do It

Let's do Something we never knew was Possible,
Leave Doubt where it is so the Positive is Probable;
Step aside and let Impatience be jettisoned, 
Or quickly pass us by as we work to be Ready.

Let's do Something we always knew was Possible,
Serving as examples of how to work for More;
Setting the bar for excellence,
And becoming a living example of What's Next.

Let's do Something we purposefully connect to our Dreams,
Building the foundation for the Unthinkable;
Relinquishing Personal Ambition for our Destiny,
Yet remaining who we are, individually, is the Spice of our Life.

Let's do Something.
Let's do it.
Let's Be...Together.

Approaching Dessert #937

I graze the top...slowly, without any design in mind.
Gently, I assess the surface, as I am looking for the
Tastiest place to begin...

I move around the sides, counter-clockwise circular motions,
Because it feels right to me, which is all that matters, for now;
I have to be comfortable with my technique before I try 
Something new -- when I find the
Tastiest place to begin...

I dive in, but not too deep, but deep enough to make an impression.
Slowly, moving out and about the area I've entered, looking for 
Ways to even the surface out again, 
As I plot my next plunge because I've found the 
Tastiest place to begin...

Until I begin looking for the best way to end...the last course.

Writer's Block #324

It's not supposed to be this...hard...
I mean, ink should flow on paper
But this...is the normal, stay between the lines
Rule that has my creativity so stagnant?

It's shouldn't be this...hard...
I mean, biting my nails, then,
Wondering why I can't scratch my scalp
Or that itch on my back that distracts me from reality;
Why is my creativity so stagnant?

It can't be this...hard...
No jokes about something she said,
Because her voice isn't the one I'm hoping to capture;
I've been searching for a character for so long that now,
My story isn't as clear as the day I thought of sharing
My creativity...is stagnant...