Did she think she could just dress me any way she wants to?
Of course I have an opinion. It’s my body!
Leave me alone and let me live my life the best I can
Look, if you can’t handle that I will go all Chucky on you!
Did she think she could just dress me any way she wants to?
Of course I have an opinion. It’s my body!
Leave me alone and let me live my life the best I can
Look, if you can’t handle that I will go all Chucky on you!
Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong
Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him
Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others
Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
Reaching out into the crystal blue water
Enticing the multitudes to live among the outstretched fingers
Encircling all in the cycle of life
Frolicking in the changing currents
Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape
Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors
That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there
Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead
“Last thing I plan on doing is dying”
“I guess it’s a a way to live your life, but it’s sort of weird though.”
“Nah. Everyone should live that way. Now that you know my master plan, what is yours?”
“Everything I can do to help you achieve your end goal.”
Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled
Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in
Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep
Yawning he shut off the TV. He wanted to live in that moment forever.
Solid pieces of imagination
That are forced into reality through the writer’s skill and anxiety
Order forged out of the chaos of emotions
Released into the world to live or die upon the whims of readers
Yet likely the author will mourn either way
Purchasing the young horse was his first problem
Oh, and then there was finding a stable for it to live
Not even calculating the costs of feeding, veterinary help, and riding lessons
Yet the look on his six-year-old son’s face made it all worth it
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Giving thanks is an everyday event
Really it should be moment to moment
At least we set a day aside to remind us to do so
Tempering the hectic pace of life
Enabling friends and family a moment to pause
For every day is truly a gift, each sunrise a blessing
Until that sun doesn’t rise for you anymore
Long may you live and be …
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We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
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