Marillyn Monroe

Marillyn Monroe
"Muah!!"

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

housEOf STiCkS

Passing by a house of sticks
I stopped and had a gaze
I wondered about all the bricks
Strewn about in trays.

Materials were everywhere
Seemingly a waste
Builders weren't even there
Had they left in haste?

Mesmerizing house of sticks
Standing there surreal
Were my eyes just playing tricks
What was I to feel?

Were ther people in that place
With all the sticks intact
Would it go up in a blaze
For everything it lacked?

I felt a cold chill down my spine
I was suddenly afraid
I felt a little twinge of pride
I knelt down and I prayed.

Time is gone years have past
The house of sticks remains
Surprisingly it has outlast
The elements and brains...










StalKiNG ThE LibRArIan

After that hilarious incident
With the Librarian Ill call.."H"
Something stuck with me.
Her personality and compassion
Compell me to...
Try my hardest to get up in the middle of a
Sick day,throw on clothes that now hang on me
Pack some much needed meds, some chips or
Worthers hard candy,, and cold water bottles
And walk with the sun beating down on me
Feeling as if its scorching my scalp underneath
My strawhat...
To the Library....
If I don't see her.,,if its her day off 
I am bummed. 
At this stage of life I notice I am drawn to
Funny, Sarcasm and dry wit.
I don't want to see sad faces or pity in eyes
Not even a downward smile...
I don't want advice or fake concern
Family will be family...they care but what does that do for me?
Makes me want to go to Belgium
Where people can choose to die..DiE, DIe diE...
So when you expect a person to look down on you
And they don't
When you expect a person to avoid you
And they don't
When you expect people to
Feel sorry for you
And they don't...
It gives you a good feeling that actually overrides
Your pain.
Funny, she doesn't even realize
Her realness
Feels like a cure.

Monday, June 19, 2017

What the "F#$:"Ever!

I was walking the other day
And I thought to myself...
Why the #$@% am I walking?
Its HOT AS "F#$%@" outside
And Im walking...
Then I remembered my straw hat
Cowboy Strawhat..
And I had another thought...
So what??..
I got my hat on..it aint that hot...
So I kept on walking...
I got to thinking..
Why do I care what anyone says?
Why do I care how anyone perceives me?
Why do I care what anyone thinks?
I said its stupid, really.
If I melt into a crowd, so what?
If I stand out all alone?
So What?..
I just gotta be Me.
Some people like me
Some people love me
Some people hate me
But
Most people don't even know me
And Im worried about them?...
No...
What the "F$%#%" ever!!
Ill just keep walking
Walking'
And walking...

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Im NOT supposed to beThat Person

That woman
The one who walks across the street
To the Store everyday
At about the same time
Cuz its ok to drink after the noon hour
Shes looking pretty
Dressed up looking chic
Walking back across the street
With that brown paper bag
Holds a Tallie
And a straw...
Why everyday???
Why only one???
What is it for???
What does it do???
By the time she reaches her house
Maybe
Shes looking forward to forgetting...
All the chores..the worries..the have-to-dos...
And maybe that first swig
Starts it all
And then she feels relieved
Happy
Carefree...
She doesn't even realize
Ever
That her ritual
Is her real problem...



Music

Heres the
Thought for the Day
Does MUSIC move you?
Motivate you?
Antagonize you?
Bring you back to life?..
Does it make you yearn for a
Certain person?.....
It does me.
It does me good.
Music can take me back to the very day
The very hour..the very moment
The very Act...
Just one song
One tune
And Im back in that Love Moment
So
I play it over and over
Again
Over and Over
Again...
If I was true to myself
I wouldn't have to depend
on Music
I would be in that moment
Over and Over
Again.

Monday, June 12, 2017

LIFE...Mine, not yours..but could be...

Life
For me right now is confining
I do things I don't want to do
I don't do things I realy want to do
I put the handcuffs on my OWN self
I complain to the air
I vent to the ceilimg
And then I blame everybody else for the shit....

Chaos is whAT Im goOd at

CHAOS
I love it
I thrive on it
I suck it all in and revel in it
Kids will be kids
Its important they retain good memories
So...
When I cook..my granddaughter Rhowynn
Breaks the eggs into a bowl
So whats a little bit of egg shell in your salad?
When I wash the dishes..my granddaughter Harlow
Splashes water all over the floor and counter and stove
So whats a little bit of wetness on a hot summer day?
When I tend to my garden..my grandson Ryder roo
Drowns the radishes and digs up the tomatoes
So who gives a shit about homegrown vegetables anyway?
....
The Housewives of Atlanta are on TV
The grandkids are jumping from couch to couch
Drinking koolaid and placing their cups on the carpet
Chewing gum and after its stale, sticking it under the table
...
Its ChaOS!!!
UttEr CHAoS!!!
That's their job, its on their TO DO list,
Its their God given talent...
When you open your eyes and suddenly see
That Children are Gods gifts
Gifts of the material nature erode, vanish, disappear, and rot
Then
Maybe
Youlle be Good at Chaos too