Hash slinger – dilutes 365 days worth of grapes fermenting in a cave filled with stolen hearts.
Instigator- in need of ingredients – list ready not fully prepped but all great recipes need parts.
Dark ale, vodka trail – ‘buy get one free’ cocktails.
E- colorants – fry the mind -a far cry from fresh mint and soul mates kiss.
New beginnings left in a brawl of broken communication,
walking all uphill – alone.
Moving target – pray for the deceased – we may miss.
cuckoo birds sling out freestyle, rap, battle war cries, on a council estate – beaks pointed and drawn.
Prepared to engage in battle. A girl walks by she goes by the name forlorn.
Forlorn found her way back home, in the arms of her significant other.
Her mind and heart she gave away freely to another.
Too many grains of sand lost to shell-shock beach.
Too many thoughts and emotions she stewed over.
One potato – made her believe she was smashed enough and that it was her lucky clover.
Magic happens in all forms of manners.
Butterfly wings eats at the table, always gets a slap to the head from Peppered head chef.
Escapism signs – she drove her mind around the same block clocking 355 days worth of miles. She surpassed the speed of light.
There is a harsh ignorance in being deaf.
Third world faggot.
Take offense to the fact the one can be cured by a doctor at liberty, the other could be the one who does the operation.
Connections made in hazy chatrooms- friends first? denied.
She let her guard go below waist level.
Summer, trees, fresh breeze- no red wine- only a heart jolted into shame and alienation.
Walking into her shift at ‘club unresolved‘, the room filled with patronly feelings.
Ignored, lonely spell caught up with her when she was having her smoke break.
She drew up a new sheet – the rules of this melody could go whichever way they choose. One little minor grew into a major.
Tchaikovsky in need for Concerta of this scale.
Lonely spell – left without decorating the cake.
Allies can be few and far between- Forlorn can’t take lonely spell with her into every one of her dreams.
Sweet relief falls like crumbs to hungry birds, not enough to satiate every lost soul.
At least Jesus had his merry sunbeams.
One year of Forlorn clenched fists, post sticky notes reminding her to breathe.
Begging for mercy.
Forlorn only wanted Lonely Spell to let her be another Venusian friend – not some spicy flavored condiment that would only end up in regretful screams.
‘The Let go’ should bring comfort to sweet forlorn.
Weightless -gravity took hold her.
Luckily Soul mate was quick enough to tie a string around her emaciated form.
His spirit grabbed hold of her – even when bone turned to dust,
falling apart at the seams.
Forlorn, not for thinking she had lost a missing ingredient.
Forlorn because she never needed a magic ingredient to make her whole- she blinded her own eyes with a blow torch.
Moment of Epiphany.
A Stray Cat only gets to sleep in a babes cradle,
if a mother forgets to secure the front door behind her- facing Fallible street -Eastside of the mansion porch.
“If you are going to re visit the past make sure you don’t have any expectations. This is the best armour you can possibly have to protect you from disappointment. If you get something good from revisiting the past -it will be a surprise and a blessing” DAISY
I’ve learnt that time is indeed a great healer.
I believe that as long as my intentions are good and come from a good place then I don’t need no particular faith or religion in my life to direct me.
I know inside -already what is right and wrong. I was born with a certain code of ethics and life and the people in my life have helped shape and mould my beliefs and values.
I have got to a point where I am happy with my values and beliefs.
This morning I learnt a valuable lesson.
We are not born evil.
We my do horrific things to each other in our relationships but relationships require hard work , commitment, compromise and respect and trust.
Love does feature and there is a saying that ‘love conquers all’.
I feel this quote can only to be true when we know what true love means and what true love asks of us.
Sometimes we say we love someone, for fear of being alone or because we are scared of not having some kind of attention.
I am so blessed today as every day.
I have a beautiful family and we are all going to be able to take on the same name- the traditional way.
I will still be Willows on here but I will be Mrs Willows and our daughter and me will take on G’s name in the real world.
Today I received some fantastic news about this whole changing of names.
Thank you for not fighting me.
The past is the past.
We are never who we were 5 years ago, 1 year ago, a day ago or even an hour ago.
I was asleep 1 hour ago- not ready for today.
I am now Blogging and getting ready for what I need to get done today.
We can be so ugly to one another when we are hurt, confused, insecure and not stable or thinking straight.
I’m so blessed and grateful I have found my soul mate. We have an amazing child.
In 6 days time I will let go of the name I have had for 34 years and take on a new name.
I’m so excited about this new chapter.
Sometimes we have to die a bit so that we can be re born.
It’s painful to let go and die..
I’m ready to take my first breathe in my new life.
I know it is going to be worth it.
Don’t be afraid of endings.
Be excited that an ending usually means a beginning.
Such is the nature of life.
Like a circle we will constantly go through our ups and downs. We will be at the top of the circle sometimes and at other times at the bottom.
We need this balance .
I needed to feel hurt in order to know true love.
Blessings do indeed come in a variety of disguises.
We-Me and G- have been through so much and I still feel the same way I do about him that I did the first time I met him.
Oh he is a pain in the ass at times, stubborn and well… stubborn..
He respects me more than any other man I have been with.
Trusts me – we don’t have secrets even the worst kind .
He isn’t perfect but who is?
These are my words for today.
“I don’t take part in these kinds of actions near enough, so here it goes. Here’s my quote. Since I’m not wired to share other’s quotes but infrequently, this is one of my own:
“Change your attitude and you will change your altitude.” I’m curious to see what you will do with this one. Bombs away!“ ART ( ADVANCED RESEARCH TECHNOLOGY-life within life)
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The first thing that popped into my mind when I read this is GAME ON! It’s just the banter that myself and ART have as Blogging friends.
The next thing that came into my mind is Art needs to go and check out a festival called drop beats not bombs but I guess that came way too easy.. 😉
He has a beat..
Oh, he has a beat…..
Some blogs are easier for me to describe. ART’s is not. This is a nickname he allowed me to use for him .Considering the the “woah this is some heavy shit we are talking about” topics I expected to have with him and his Bloggers
I did not think I would have anything in common when we started chatting but don’t judge a blog by it’s title …
No he is not some guru who is trying to get you to convert to some new religion. His posts are challenging and baffling and I so want to understand it all that -I am drawn back – again and again.
Start hanging around this dudes Blog and you will feel that heavy attitude shift and just like you that ;
You will rise to higher altitudes with a free mind – truly open to discussion.
One thing I can say is ,ART is a true conversationalist.
I didn’t start Blogging just to get likes. I want to converse and learn new shit. Sometimes that means saying.
“I’m not even half way close to understanding but this is what I do think!”
There is no right or wrong – only a matter of perspective and ART does write from a different perspective with flair.
So,I am coming in from a different perspective and giving you an insight into the different types of thinkers we have discussing or commenting or just reading in ARTS blog .
A recent post of his.
“Words are spirit, and carry the life of the the one expressing them, within them.” ~ART
At risk of irreverence … God said “My word goes forth from My mouth and it will not return to Me void” … elsewhere, He said “let us create man in our image” … so if His word goes forth and returns to Him having completed the work He sent them forth to accomplish – and we are made in His image – we ought to be very mindful of the words we send forth.
How I hope and pray there are no foul words out there winging their way back to me with a load for the dropping …
A COMMENT FROM SOME ONE WHO READ ARTS QUOTE
I’ll put the smiley face first on this one, as that is the reaction your comment initially stirred.
However, you hit on something very deep. Whenever God speaks, it is done through a man. There is a whole Book to prove it.
The relationship between God and man is not one of distinctiveness, but of overlapping Spirit.
In the Book, it is actually the Word inspired by Almighty, but penned by man, that does not return void.
So it is all in the inspiration, or Spirit behind the words, that determines the outcome of what is sent forth.
So again, at the risk of irreverence, what we send forth in the Spirit IS the Word. If we occupy this position, we should expect the intended outcome.
My thoughts. I feel I can’t compete with half of what ART speaks about but he makes me want to understand. And that is a good thing.
So here is me jumping in the conversation like I do on most blogs I follow (with my “un evolved” answer)
so much power in words. I don’t speak like you folk do but – there is something to be said for conscious thought and deliverance of words. I believe even in spirit there needs to come with it a great deal of discipline -especially those who use these words of THE ALMIGHTY or what-ever to educate or influence. I believe intention has a lot to do with it too.
What I love about engaging with this blog is:
I don’t feel stupid.
I feel I can put what I understand down and that is what is important.
We all have to come to a point of understanding from some source. The start is always the best source – I’ve found I soemtimes get more things than others but shit does get clearer.
I like to keep my mind open and challenged.
This is one of the great blogs I follow which does indeed do that.
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Hen do was a Roaring success.
The best compliment of the night.
“You have put on weight” A FRIEND
Charming! aren’t we girls such a lovely bunch ?!
LIKE A SHOT TO THE HEART. I laughed it off. I haven’t put on weight. I work out and I have muscle . Naomi has got nothing on this girl – HA! HA!
Kiss my sweet ass -love and kisses 😉 xoxo
mind state : RECOVERING 😀 ( much poison consumed)
Also a few words…
“You can’t tame me -don’t even try. I am who I am and I will not change. Accept it or move along…. I am never going to conform to who society wants me to be. Everything I do I do it because I want to. No coercion needed.” -DAISY WILLOWS
I know how to behave like a good girl when I need to. I also love to be a bad girl. A rebel heart doesn’t just die with growth maturity and the various institutions that life and society binds us to.
I am not an institution. I am a person.
I realise that it is way more fun being bad when I am good 80% of the time. .
So it is simple. I am never going to change the spirit that beats and flaps freely in my rib cage. I have a secret door and it knows how to get out.
WHY CHANGE WHAT YOU DO BEST?
I’ve been hit with every stick people I know can use on me but I still have wild stamped on my heart.
I will never lie to the loved ones I know about it. They may not like it but they respect and love me, enough to know that I have more common sense when it comes to choosing whom I feel like being.
I have no secrets.My past and all my wild moments I share freely. No one can use that against me and it is the most liberating feeling in the world.
Here the wisteria meaning and symbolism speaks of love lost, but also of the ability for the heart to endure in spite of rejection. In other words, here the weeping wisteria expresses sorrow, but it is also an incredibly durable vine, able to live (even flourish) through mistreatment and harsh conditions.
Nobody can tell me who is my friend and who I shouldn’t be friends with.
I don’t care what you think about my choices and the people who are a part of me.
If you feel ignored and you wonder why people won’t give you their time, are not interested in your life – it is cool.
Some people find a person who is 100% genuine an and not afraid to be who they are: intimidating.
People will talk. So let them.
They may use your creativity and not credit you with an acknowledgement – Let them.
Take your influence in what they adapt as their own work as a compliment.
Inspirational people often only get credit when they are dead. So you may be in good company.
If people confide in you, do not betray that loyalty even if they ignore you afterwards.
This says a lot about them more than you.
The secrets I have are the ones people have confided in me.
“I have loved, lost, hated, found, wounded, healed, loved again, succeeded failed, succeeded again, gained, lost, lost and gained again, thought, spoken, wondered, felt, believed, disbelieved, questioned, not questioned, over indulged , moderated, became elated, became depressed, became manic, became me. I am who I am because of my life experiences and because of the innate willingness and stubbornness to cease to be or to become.” -DAISY WILLOWS
” Make believe when you are glad when you are sorry. Sunshine will follow the rain” (lyrics to ‘Make Believe’ )- NORA BAYES
Who knew I would find inspiration 8 pages into a fiction book I am reading?
If all you want to do is cry and fall in a heap but you can’t.
You know, maybe you find out that someone you care about has hidden something from you ?
It could be anything from a betrayal to something that makes you angry and disappointed that they didn’t share it with you before?
Anger in my case is a wasted emotion.
We need to move on and we need to be strong.
If anyone is struggling with something- health wise -whatever. Listen to this song.
It helps me to pretend that all will be well in the end. The rain will pass.
I may not be a believer in any God but I do believe in the spirit and energy I gain through music. I’m a bit of jazz whore . Missed my era -I suppose…..