A Morning Write (shared in the night)

Winter Fog

A white blanket wraps bodies in warmth
She lies shivering, dreaming of a blanket
that never seems to wrap her

Heat lost to the winter
Frost lips bite bitter cold
Dissatisfaction

Upon clouds she scopes the scene
A white wintry fiction
Unfolds before her eyes

Shivering, teeth chattering
The Spring can't come
Soon enough

A Winter Day

The sky was blotted out with gray, and that gray seemed to extend to ground. It was like being the horizon, seeing the sky and ocean mingle right before you... except it was gray - a gray devoid of colors and light - just bland.

I like the gray.. on occasion.  It brings a melancholy that goes well with certain classical music.  Maybe I confuse nostalgia and melancholy... or perhaps they both are intertwined in that instant.  Whatever it is... that bland security blanket that hides me from the world... brings a warmth of peace with it.  

It's predictable.  It's just another day one would think... yet it ended with a spectacular twist.  The sunset burned through leaving the final moments of the day with a colorful array... red orange fire, purple haze, both midnight and pastel blue....  mountains black shadows... trees black leaves and branches blocking views...  

Gray days are here.  Routine, mundane... but not really.  These days are as filled with life as any other... just harder to see or recognize.  All one needs to do is stop, look outwards, and see the beauty before us.  

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Cold icy lips - she said just one kiss

Passion shouldn't be missed.

Sneaky girl seeking bliss.

Momentarily amiss -

Cold icy lips - leads to an abyss.

Poet's of G+ Quarterly

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The above link takes you to a Quarterly featuring one of my Poems.  :) 

A short rant on Resumes, followed with an impromptu

Note: I spent today combing through resumes, wondering if people are serious about finding work?  If you've went through someones resume lately, maybe you'd understand. Please, do someone, or yourself a favor... let someone proof read it!   You're not getting your foot in the door if you do not take your resume seriously.  It doesn't matter what experience you have, what educational background (Master degree huh?), or if you are really the perfect person for the job... we'll never find out if that last one is the case because of so many different mistakes.  Spelling errors, grammatical errors, cover letters tailored to a completely different job and industry.... they may have free resume help at colleges, or unemployment offices. Do yourself a favor - perfect the art of the resume and the cover letter... and down play your experience if you're over qualified.  Ugh... I'm done complaining and head back to my regular writings.

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Blue sealed the day -
eyes revealed the pain.
News I never watch,
'Je Suis Charlie'

I don't support the lot,
but I am offended.
On many occasions...
Standing lost in a crowd
Watching a clown
attack my savior...
but death?

Freedom isn't for everyone.
I sat down oppressed,
Trying to write, depressed...
Fear?  That left me long ago
9/11 taught me not to believe
In people protecting me.
Passion rages freely,
and I see the pain every day...

You believe... in something more.
I don't begrudge you for that...
so please don't begrudge me
for my disbelief.  I see the satirical
comedy...life - it's interesting.
Fragile, and unpredictable...
Here today, gone tomorrow.

Opinion... we have them.
Truth is but an illusion
We use to comfort ourselves.

The day sealed blue,
pain revealed in eyes...
I watch the news never,
'Je Suis Charlie'
Is all I hear, and see...
I never read the magazine.

Nor do I know anything.
Negativity perplexes me.
I sit, I sin, I hide... and I live my life
while others die for what they believe.

Who's the coward, me?

I run in circles, insignificant
in the grand scheme of things -
trying to make ends meet.

What have I done to change anything?
Rebelled in words,
actions speak louder than words..
and my hands are tied...
I have a family, and I don't want to die.

Tomorrow comes quickly,
Death with his scythe
Sweeping me aside.

I guess it was just my time.

Memories fade, and I'll be forgotton,
though my line may continue on.

What is the point of life?  Why do we die?
What's the point of killing?
Why do we commit crime?

The ideal world lies in the past,
and here we are - crowded, tired,
and trapped in unreality.  Alive,
but complacent.  Trapped
in a controlled world - believing
what we're told.

Fear is the enemy -
I refuse to be afraid.
'Je Suis Charlie."

_

I write without regrets.  Straight from the mind to the fingertips.
I probably should proof read, but I don't...
Hmm, I'm not the one looking for a job.

~

There is a truth that lies within,
we either let it out, or we become false
and conform to other people.

Stay true to yourself... (Argggh... goodnight!)

A New Year

The approach of another day,counted down with excitement as parties began to accelerate.  I sat on the outside, watching the chaos of drunkenness crescendo into a stupor.   They slurred Auld Lang Syne, and mumbled nonsense words as fillers. I stood there feeling superior, though knowingly jealous of their freedom to let go.   I stood there enraged of yet another year I spent alone.

There's always the invites to strange new places, with strange new people, and it always seems to end the same.  It's as if Loneliness settles into the bones, and it becomes a part of your marrow.  I rather be outside observing life, than actually being apart of it.  

It was a long walk home.  I was in my own drunken stupor, and for some reason determine to walk six miles in the snow.  It was theoretical snow... because in my mind - the difficulty I was having walking would be equivalent to walking into soft snow knee high.  It seems sad and pathetic thinking about that part, but I know how the story ends.  Serendipity was soon to strike, and strike she sure did!

I was hit by a car.  Not just any car, but a Mini Cooper.  In fact, clowns started pouring out of the car by the bus load. Well okay, I was hallucinating, or dreaming that part as I was unconscious... but a Mini Cooper took me out.  I don't recall the ambulance ride, nor how long I have been in the hospital.  It could have been a few hours, or perhaps a few months... I just know I was lucky to be alive.

(Happy New Year - The above is 100% fiction - a little snippet I just wrote on the fly.  Some day I may continue it, or not... :)