For the Masses

Writing about love for the masses feels like using the microwave versus an oven.

Can it fulfill the need?  Yes.  Does it still have a good flavor?  Yes.

Is the texture and nuance of meaning translated in a thoughtful way?  Not so much.

But please, have a taste of "mass appeal" and decide for yourself.  Smiles.

For the Masses

Danger

We say we're ready to open ourselves to welcoming new types of people into our circle.  Yet, the same personalities keep presenting themselves.  I'm settling into the fact that I will not be satisfied with hum-drum.  Life as a chase and an adventure is beginning anew for me.  No matter how much my inner "good southern girl" urges me to conform, I accept a different path.  One not scattered with flower petals...one pockmarked with ice and mud, rocks and shards...one with challenges around each curve and excitement on the horizon....



I like the danger of you
And yet I feel safe

I like the bite from you
And the bloody taste

I like my hair pulled
And delicious pain

Turn on the light now
Turn off the same....

A Solid Weight

It's a kind of aching beauty to see
The walking wounded

The weight of another's heart being solid
In one hand

Indomitable spirit holding tight against
Word lashes, ripping souls apart

Fearing what's said, cannot
Be unsaid

One shouldn't guess if the heart
Will win

Who can spare the time to spend
On another wish

Wasted on a dream, a short suffering
In the scheme of things

Like a mirror bent, about to break
Shattering on our souls

A solid weight

Whilk & Misky - Clap Your Hands

My Body is a Vessel

I'm inspired and frustrated with the talent of our minds to see ONLY what we hope to see.  It's a protective measure but with the protection, we are shielded from what we need to see in reality.  The precipice that points the way to a dreamlike state of mind also points the way to our real life destruction.

Somehow, I truly feel that I've been given a protective bubble.  Each time I edge closer to the dangerous line, I rescue myself with barely a scratch to heal.  And each time I learn how important it is to make the best of REAL life.  Dreamlike careers, families, men hold only temporary pleasures...instead, I prefer the tagline to a film the way by Emilio Estevez...

"you don't choose a life, you live one"

Oh what a shame

That you’re not real

Oh what a shame

Our lives can’t be together

One in reality

One in dreams

Cast about in my vessel

Upon the roaring seas of love

The heart of me shakes and shudders

But the strength of me calms the rudder

Oh what a shame

That we’re not together

Oh what a shame

That we can’t exist forever

One in words

One in thoughts