Stories and musings from here and there; now and then. Saturday, September 17, 2016. An Old Try at a Little Rhyming. Misconfigured underlying terror gives the drive. And tempts a mystical imagination. Setting frightful monsters free that live within the soul. So they may fade fast into integration. That wretched soul and spirit, intermingled now, make one. But still they hesitate to be made known. And life goes on for countless, endless days and still they hide. The body cannot hide or.

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I am a 911 dispatcher and this is my life. Monday, February 15, 2016. Finding Myself - A Poem. Like well-worn armor, I clung to blame, bitterness and the unfairness. I was a victim, a martyr. My heart a den of misery. In the depth of darkness and a living nightmare, drowning under the. Weight of grief and despair, I threw off the armor. I let go; I stopped fighting. I floated in the swirling currents and I survived. I let down my walls and let myself out of my self-imposed prison.

To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead. Only 90s kids will remember this song. Do you ever think about how the intro to the men in black cartoon was the height of human achievement. I am lifeless Though air fills my lungs And blood fills my muscles To move this pen I am lifeless There is something worse than Self-destruction What I have done is stagnated Life I am truly and remarkably hideous.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015. Yesterday as I was leaving work, I was being my usually silly self and singing the Happy song and dancing a bit. My friends laughed at me. Then, when I got in the car, the Happy song was playing! I will be joining in this. Wednesday, April 24, 2013. For hubby for our anniversary.