Walking Along Singing A Song: July 2009

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Night Time

20" x 24" Acrylic on Canvas with Ink

As I looked across the way
the picture I saw
was not what I painted

As I looked across the way
the picture I saw
was all bleak and dark
the background was black
surrounded by light
yet
with the black
standing out foremost

As I looked across the way
colors surrounding me
beautiful
bright
colors I painted
to get through
the battered
the bruised
the broken

Make this world
a better place
paint your world
full of life
full of colors
and you shall
find your way

In the end
it is never over
so why not choose love
over
the battered, bruised, and broken

Your heart will
turn cartwheels
against
the battered, bruised, and broken

Open up
and you will see
what was once me
the battered, bruised, and broken
choosing
a better life
than
the battered, bruised, and broken

I believe in love
always have
always will
over
the battered, bruised, and broken

Make the changes
find your way
seek a life
full of beauty, love, and open

Open up your heart
throw away the darts
peace within
brings peace without
the battered, bruised, and broken

Shine On

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Sons

Earlier this week, I received a phone call from my eldest son Craig. He says, "I fucked up mom". He then proceeds to confess what he did. Been there, done that. Not a judgmental bone in my body. I emphasized with him. Roads we have to walk down. It'll be ok.

Today, my younger son Anthony calls me at work. He was sound asleep in his bed this morning when I left for work. He says, "I almost died yesterday". Recently, he's taken up kayaking. Him and his friend Dana went kayaking on the Oconee River in Chattanooga. They put their kayaks in the river. First they come upon a copperhead. Then when Dana gets into her kayak, a spider appears. She is totally flipping out. Anthony is thinking, "man, it's just a spider" and paddles over to her to get rid of the spider. He then told me it was the size of his hand! Dana jumps out of her kayak and gets on top of Anthony's. Anthony flips her kayak over in order to get rid of the spider. Meantime, his kayak is filling up with water. Dana jumps off and holds on to her kayak which is floating upside down. Anthony gets out of his kayak because it is sinking. He had nothing to hold on to. At this point, they are at the rapids. Dana goes down the rapids holding on to her kayak. Anthony goes down the rapids with nothing. His kayak goes without him. Dana is rescued by, as they called themselves, "Pakinstan rednecks". Anthony went down the entire river with his body. He finally saw some people on the shore. He swims against the currents and they rescue him. So, we summed it up. The most dangerous thing about kayaking is the critters one encounters. Not the river. Also, they made new friends. They went to Dana's rescuers' home afterwards. Anthony said they were the most coolest guys he's met!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Lovers' Energy

Jeannine's husband. She brought me a picture of him from the 80's.

20" x 24" Acrylic, Ink on Canvas

SOLD!

The woman who purchased my painting told me the man in the painting reminded her of her husband. She told me she was looking at some old pictures of him - he was gruffy looking. He doesn't look like that now. She would not have married him if he did. He likes rhythm and blues. She plays the saxophone. She purchased the painting for him. I was so happy to hear that he loved the painting. Agreed that the man resembled the pictures. Delighted that he saw himself in the painting! Now, it this blog fits.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Lay With Me

Feeling you

entangled

limbs upon limbs

abundance of love

circling

embracing

Feeling you

heart to heart

beating faster

thought of you

Feeling you

we are anewed

fusing with energy

sharing

caring

ohh

love

those hazel eyes

my beautiful

lovely

hairy man

take me

as we stand

your gentleness

rubs the depth of me

my sweet, sweet friend

come

take my hand

soaring high

down below

only this

we know

love

what a delicious fruit

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Morning

16" x 20" Acrylic on Canvas

The morning for me

is all so magnificent

The morning for me

rings in like sunshine

flowing with rays

The morning for me

to lie down at night

in my soft bed

with you in my head

to hold you in my arms

dreaming

oh my gosh

dreaming

while I am with you

The morning for me

imaginations

so high

of the night we shared before

imaginations

of life

this day is just that

this day

whatever imagined

it is

as I watch Betty

my St. Bernard

wondering where Sassy

went

wondering why she suddenly

disappeared

Sassy passed on a week or so ago

she was old

her time had came

yet Betty

wonders

where did she go

as I talked with my mom

this morning

she tells of her dreams of last night

she is out in the woods

with some crazy folks

yet in the midst of it all

she finds my dad

opening mail

is that not funny

she dreams of my dad opening mail

perhaps it was his letter to her

she reads this morning

yes

my imagination

does take off

especially in the morning

after a delightful night

of dreaming

today holds everything

and today

this morning

my love shines so brightly

as my night

slept oh so peacefully

in your arms

angel

sleeping

peacefully

in your arms

thank you my dear

for resting

with me

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Finding My Legs

Acrylic on Canvas 18" X 24"

Plumber came first. $114 to fix leak. Exterminator came next. $400. Appears I have infestation of cave crickets. Yeah, I know. They jump about in the house. I catch them and throw them out. Mortgage company called me yesteday at work. When are you going to make your mortgage payment? Uh, Friday, when I get paid. Doing the best I can here. Took the day off. It was wonderful. Went and bought canvas and paint. I absolutely adore painting. Anyway, my legs came back to me. I am me. Don't really care if you like me. I am me. It would be nice if you did. That's who I am.

Passion Rising

Realizing

why I am angry

ego

ego wants

what it cannot have

ego

to love someone

so much

yet circumstances

keep you apart

to love someone

who you've held in your heart

who you've tangled with your body

ego

not mine

his worries of what others will think

his worries of doing the "Godly" thing

which in turn is really humorous

being Catholic

it is ok to have an affair

but it is not ok

to divorce

funny

live the lie

live the pretense

while your heart yearns

for the one you love

do the "right thing"

stay in a non intimate marriage

spread your joy of being alive

if that's what you call

"being alive"

ego

yeah

funny thing

he is only a man

hmm

anger

flew out the door

the second

my love

returned

to his heart

the second

our bodies entangled

reaching higher

than ever before

connection

of true love

and no

no such thing as

"you can do better than me"

how ridiculous is that

to tell the heart

it can do better

i sit

i wait

with this smile on my face

with a knowing

true love

Married Men

Married men are not for me

I learned my lesson

so let it be

Married men are not for me

promises they make

using god as defense

Married men

stay away from me

if your marriage

is so bad

then leave

until then

stay away from me

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Give Up

I give up love

I tried

it only hurts

I give up love

it fuckn hurts

I give it up

So damn dismayed

cool waters

spraying over me

leave me alone

let me be

fuck you

and your dismay

yeah i am mad

fuck you

let me be

go away

fuck you

let me be

what a terrible song

to end it be

cool waters

will rest its being

but tonight

fuck you

i am mad

find another song to being had

fuck you

i am mad

God

They say you have to ask the question to get the answer. My question is, "who is God"? I would certainly love to know. Funny, spelled backwards, "god", is "dog". Evil spelled backwards is "live". words are words. Manipulating words is not my cup of tea. Am I safe? Who knows? Living life to the fullest without regard to "words" is my greatest desire. Not a "game player". I just love. That's all I know. Love.

Not Much

It doesn't take much

to make me smile

it doesn't take much

to love you so

It doesn't take much

but the smell of the air

it doesn't take much

for me to care

It doesn't take much

for the sun to rise

it doesn't take much

to rid the disquise

It does take alot

for you to find

it does take alot

for this poem to rhyme

it does take alot

for one to be

it does take alot

to be me

Monday, July 6, 2009

Party Girls

Spending the whole weekend on the houseboat was absolutely marvelous!!! From the lake, to the fiddler's festival, to the live music, and the dancing - not much better than that! I do have to say, dancing barefoot in the rain for pizza was awesome. Thanks for dancing with me baby! I love it when you do that:)

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Hmmmm

Expressing love to one another

hmmmm

brings sweet, sweet flow

waters gently running

in all the right places

which stimulate

Expressing love to one another

flowing glowing

fingers caressing

tongues exploring

sensual

brings you to your knees

Expressing love to one another

in this imagination of ours

desires heighten

contact made

hmmmm what a glorious day!