Blast from my pastdoes not last
Blast from my past
there is a story to be told
The story is not nice
it entails things
one does not want to repeat
Blast from my past
is gone
at last
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Sweet Healing of Love
I moved to Nashville with my husband in 1985 because he got a job working with Gary Morris. In December, 1985, I gave birth to our son, Anthony. At the time, Faith Hill was Gary's secretary. Gary performed with his son, Matt, a couple years later at Opryland Theme Park. Faith was there and walked around the park with me and my son Anthony in his stroller. Am watching the CMA awards and Faith just performed. What a great memory for my son! Even though he was too young to remember, yet, I did and shared with my son. His response, "awesome"!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
October 31, 2011
To lie
skin to skin
nakedness to nakedness
to reach for comfort
to only find coldness
where does a soul go
Rejection upon rejection
leaves one cold
cold
to the bitter night
A piece of paper
bonds one to another
where does one go
Imagination upon imagination
bearing the coldness
creating a theme unknown
Law is law
married by law
what does the law say about coldness
There is no protection
only violation
of a soul
wasted upon
where there should lie
beauty among all
This is my place
This is my dwelling
loves lives here
where there once was coldness
Open up
feel the warmth
of my love
upon your soul
Pretentions arise
by only the mind
you are not weak
yet strong
Whatever path arise
take your soul
healed in mind
seek love
for all to behold
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