The Time Capsule Era

So I Stand So I donated another ten minutes to you Gave into my last breaths Only to sacrifice my heart Waited ten minutes to hear I’m sorry I love you Walked away for one hundred minutes To confide in the car Which blows my mind to pieces Like ashes in the wind And leaves in autumn breezes Carelessly here and there  Stood alone Here by a statue of a man Holding his head in hands Waiting to be taken to war Away by casualty By hostage By love By wind By me. 

Time to change it up s little bit. Artists play with different mediums. I found myself trying with words and magnets. A word search among the thousand that came in the box.  This goddess, she'd make you insane with her pleasures, if given an opportunity. And, no, not in those ways.  Let her speak to you, let that voice fill your ears and capture your mind. You know you want to become intoxicated by this spell she casts... Only later, can you become in sync with her magic. 

And I am not one.  Gold and Silver Plated Childhood fairy tales and easy dreams silver spoon images add some cocaine and divorce you come out with a wonderful life everything is as sweet as sugar In Reality. 

Unrequited. Not reciprocated. Unreturned. Unwanted.  Un. Not. No.  When you give in, at times, all in, and get nada back. R.O.I. is defunct! Not just referencing love. But, those friendships. The job. The everyday.  Ever ask someone 'How are you' and don't get the same in response? It's amazing. I'm fine. Thanks. How about you?!  Common human interaction and decency.  Where did this go? When did people just stop asking and being genuine? So many people have this tendency to be enveloped within themselves, it's kind of appalling. I know that I may not always be in touch, but, I am considerate, mindful of others lives.  Unrequited I’ve made myself small Like a used tissue, Gum wrapper foil, Cellophane from your cigarette pack You could carry me in your pocket Unnoticeable But a necessity to toss 

I am back to questions. The mind will wonder. It's inevitable. This, another mindless jot from the way back book, leaves me still to wonder. All of the what ifs, the would have, should have, could haves that we all share. Sometimes, if I had the ability to have Doc and Marty, it would not be for some lucky book.  Is the grass greener on the other side, maybe. What's really behind those white picket fences?  And other times, I would like to just shake my head like an Etch-a-Sketch and erase all of it. Artistic amnesia, I would call it.  Questioning the Possibilities What do you do when the clock and the calendar lose their  meaning for changing  fate?

Pondering It has crossed my mind that U and I  Are not together In the alphabet Or life I have often wondered If the ending was a mistake. Maybe. 

 Let me start with a huge *sigh*.  Funerals suck. Expected or unexpected. We've all been to at least one. My earliest that I recall, I'll share below. I have few moments where I've actually just stopped. I know exactly what I was doing when the bomb was dropped. Doing dishes, folding laundry, having a drink with friends talking with friends during the passing. All because I could not be there. As much as I wanted to be. Life happens. Death, is inevitable.  Losing loved ones is always hard. Losing friends who just are a light in your life, that's another gut kick. I have friends who are more family than family is. We all do. We're human. You can pick your friends, not your family. Sometimes, I am so grateful and blessed for this aspect. That's another story, I may share, I may not. Time will tell.  Time. That's something that seems to be on repeat throughout this blog - maybe? Again, how do I get a few more hours without consuming, what I am sure is very unhe...

Once upon a time ago, I would spend hours lamenting over life. Trying to find it's deeper meaning. The why. I questioned everything. Time, religion, fate, free will, God, love, morals, why the color blue was named blue. You could say I have a need to know, or I was just annoying. Regardless, I still need to know. I still ask. I still question. It's just a part of who I am. It's in my DNA. I accept this you should also.  I look back at the pieces I've written, some I am very aware of the who or the why. Others, I believe we're just conjurings of the mind. A moment l, an Ah HA moment. Fun fact, Take on Me is one of my favorite songs. I'm old, I can still see the video on my head from Saturday mornings watching MTV or VH1. Kids, ask your parents. Man, to go back to those times, such simplicity. And yet, here I am, letting the mind run....  Myself I am writing now To explain this I am a character in life  Reality Nothing drawn.  Sometimes, I wish I could dissipate l...

Eh, I'm human. You'll forgive me. Or not. Who am I to care of random strangers judge me for my inability to be continuously online?  I am not one to care, actually. Judge away. By all means, have at it. Just make sure you're not living in a glass house when I stroll by with my 9 iron and a bucket of balls.  I'm becoming more aloof than what is typical. More cautious, I guess you can say. It's healthy for me.  And here is your read for the night.  Gone Away Dazed and no breath Salted tears run rivers Through pressed Covergirl Emotions-  Steaming- Run wild through cold veins.  She was never here. 

Officially, by the calendar, it is Summer. And I cannot focus on work. I want to be outside. Barefooted, running through fields with dandelions and daisies beneath my feet, the sun kissing my skin.  Alas, I have to wait. Until work finishes. And then, my adult chores are completed.  But, I'll enjoy the smell of the honeysuckles on the vines and watching the lightening bugs (or fireflies) glitter within the treeline.  And I am reminded of how simple life was. Back then. Carefree. No responsibilities. Out till the street light came on. We didn't have to be in the house, just the yard.  I could go for simpler times.  Growing up On summer mornings,  I’d drag my size one out of bed To the sounds of Jewel and mourning doves Sun shining through cracked windows Casting shadows of breezy maple leaves On baby blue walls I would often behind the cherry wood desk, Where, once I found a letter from Green Gables Inn on 322 in Lewistown. When my mother was 16 she rolled h...

Poet So, I once was told I was painting a  Strong emotion. A masterpiece - Is it beautiful? 

If someone at N.O.A.A. could please have a press release as to why Pittsburgh has become the new Amazon, this year, it would be great! 2025 has been one doozy of a year for us in the weather aspect. Well, I guess you can say it started last year. I may have forgotten about the tornado(s) that touched down within 5 miles of my house. Anywho.... It's been nonstop rain. And rain. And more rain. And the flooding, in areas that don't typically have issues. Add in how saturated the ground has been, a good storm and poof, power outages. All over. If I were to see an ark in the next week, I wouldn't be surprised. I would be hitching a ride and tossing off things that I do not find necessary. Adding in more of cute and cuddly.  I ran out to run a few errands this afternoon before the next round of storms and as I was walking to my car, the sky was this dark, incredible mass of wind and rain. There's grey, but this was a dark grey and brown. So, I load up the car, take the cart (...

There's 24 hours in a day. That's it. We all long for more time, in some fashion. To spend with a loved one skipping away, to finish that task for work, to be with our children. To say I love you, just once more. To sleep, or rather catch up on it. To read that last chapter before nodding off.  Somehow, I manage to insert moments of daydreams when I should be focused on the goal ahead.  I found myself watching Romeo + Juliet, from 1996. I remember watching it, on MTV or VHS. Kids, look that up. Your parents may have these ancient black bricks, ideally filled with birthdays, holidays, family functions. These were before CDs and DVDs and On Demand.  Life seems to be this... On demand. Instantaneous. Now. We're all fueled by this need to be on, 24/7/365.  I question this, why? Tomorrow is another day. Do what you can, enjoy life.  And for tonight, well, this morning, I leave you this... It doesn't fit the time theme, that's OK, but give pause to the lesson.  W...

Emotions run high at times. All the feels just hit, and hit hard. That gut punch that you're not expecting with a bitch slap. Yeah, life has those moments. And when you have a moment of clarity, the perception becomes quite evident. It's not always intentional, an oversight, faux pas.  And this I'll just leave here.  So many seconds I am second Hand Place Child  Wife Mom Thought 

Remember when word Art was a program on the computer during school?  Who is to say we didn't pay attention.