Spring bounty

Passion flies
In rivulets of wings
Mystic prisms
Of undercover color
Gems awakened by the waxing sun
Solar soliloquy
Little diamonds run
Landing as dew
On dandelion wings
Children pluck their blooms
Tall and fuzzy
Yellow, dizzy
Astroturf of emerald grass
Floral hunting
Purple polka dots peekaboo
Obvious pink tulips stand, stately, stationary
Miniature yellow blooms
Too little for attention
Feet smash their poetry
A hand carresses her delicate existence
Small and belle as she
Yellow shines
Luminescent, though microscopic
Yellow yells, sometimes
Can't help herself
Purple has her royal glory
Yellow has her own story.

The moonlight played
With the subtle waves
The lakes version
Of the ocean
Feeble yet glowing
Blinking like a drowsy cat
Under the luminous spectacle.

The moon is a copycat
I feel like one sometime
Not an original thought within
Though nothing about me is counterfeit
Everything is birthed from the moment
Sweet and warm and new
Even my angst.
Breath ebbs and flows
We concoct thoughts figures, memories.
Nothing is unoriginal
All is sacred
The wails Of The newborn
The warning of the sages
All fire.
All light.
All worth introspection.
They human race is a book
There are no followers
Only readers
And writers
Inventors
Fighters
Heartbeats are art
Thump bumping art
Masterpieces
Silent and steady
Til death is ready.

Deliverance

I don't normally write blogs because I don't usually have the patience but in the spirit of Passover I have been thinking. God has parted a lot of seas in my life this past year. A lot. And I am very grateful, but sometimes i am forgetful! Just like the israelites when's they received their freedom. Joyful one minute. Slaves again the next. This year I have seen freedom from financial stress. I have enough money now. I'm no millionaire. But I am not terrified of when is my next paycheck coming and can I make it till then, and if not who can I borrow from and did I pay them back from last time??? Yet I still own very little because I am afraid of spending money. I'm still in that poor mindset. Its great to save but It's ok to breathe!!!
A terrible un diagnosis.
Some person who is absolutely not a psychologist suggested I had aspergers/ autism. Being also not a psychologist I believed them never mind the loads of evidence that suggests the contrary. So I'm free. I was tested in preschool came back a no yet some days I still feel impaired. Its not neurological its psychological and its bondage. And its phooey. 😀😀😀 I can do whatever I set my mind to and I'm not limited in the least.
Ok. This one is sad. My father is gone. I miss him and I miss the person he was. He helped me grow a lot when I was er growing up. That being said the bond of depression is broken in our family. Its a bittersweet freedom. No more fear but no more dad and i miss our times with him.
I wish there was some way I could help those struggling with depression.
The Jews hated being slaves (whats to love?) But they were terrified of freedom because it came with responsibility.  The good news if we recieve the freedom we have the strength to drive this beautiful vehicle. It might be going 20 mph for awhile, but don't worry. God won't honk at you to go faster. He will patiently wait while you try it on and find your pace.

Life is always uncertain. We will be asked to face our fair share of challenges.  But make no mistake about one thing. We are free. Bondage and slavery have NO part in the human experience. It means my fathers disease was not mine. It means someone else's guess as to why I am the way I am does not have to define me.  Everyone is entitled to their opinion. However I absolutely do not have to strap it to my back and haul it around like a donkey!  I am free to see myself the say I choose. If you got this far than you for reading and enjoy your freedom its your greatest gift. ❤

Before

There were wars

There were winds

There were stars

Blazing from within

Before the drive to dominate

There was peace

In the grass

As it swayed obediently

Under the earths forces.

War was spontaneous

Ended in peace

As dandelion buds exited

The ring

The wind leading them away

Like a drunk friend

We drink pride

It intoxicates us

To the point where men are pawns

Ponies are vehicles

Chariots are monsters

We are king.

Bad news.

The sea doesn't care

She swallows you up til you are words on a page

A memory

Victim of rage.

The rainbow part

We have our freedom and thats a start
But what about the rainbow part?
We've been redeemed theres gratitude
What about our attitude?
What more on earth do we need?
We were captives, now we're freed
We are to lives as we please
Out of the bonds of slavery.
 however there is one more thing
Subtle but of great great need
We are free from being slaves
But a promise must be made
God made a rainbow after the ark
Its now our turn to turn to Him
We can live in apathy
Or celebrate each day we're free
He made a promise no more flood
Then covered doorposts with animal blood
To dave us from deaths visitation
Now without hesitation
Rainbows we form in our heart
Promise we will never part
From the ways that saved us all
No miracle is ever small.

Are you my mother?

It's a sarcastic question
Because you fasten my buttons
And I'm old enough to vote
I've been writing since I was 5
But when I sign my name- you gloat
The only comfort I ride on
Is other sons are in the same boat
Its not that I'm not flattered
Its just I'm flattened out with praise
Not that I am ashamed of you
I just need solitary days
Its Not that I don't love you
The opposite is true
Its just that liked chopped liver
I'm smoshed and smushed bye you!
I've been 30 for ten years now
Thats 40 to you Ma
Theres a 4 in there somewhere
But I became adult somehow
I'm fully capable of being
My own person my own man
I do not mean to hurt you
And I hope you understand
I'm nothing but grateful
Devoted and true
I just need a minute
Without gusts of praise for you
I know this script might kill you
But that's totally ok
Because if you go to heaven
I'll be there the same day
What is heaven really?
Without your favorite son
But I hope that it is vast
Shall I ever need to run!

Me
I yam who I yam
And thats not gonna change
You can wrinkle your nose
Finding me strange
You cannot define me
Not my personal dictionary
Picking personalities apart
Can be a bit hairy
Hair by hair
Word by word
Caught between a 2 edged sword
Impossible to etch me out
Its not what life is all about
I am me
Thats all ok
My quirks will not
Ruin your day
People are not puzzles
Puzzling as they can be
If you want a case to solve
Come solve one with me
Discussions are a vessel
For understanding one another
Remove your shades
Dull your blades
You may find a brother.