Loathing that which you inspire Is no way to thank the deities that made you mesmerizing and intoxicating Thoughts of you drive me insane and from the depth of that sorrowful longing Something lovely is birthed. A poem, a song or a dashing hero to save the day and break the heroine's heart. Happy endings are …
Tag: desire
Riders on the Storm
The original blog for today has been trashed. I was being whining and feeling sorry for myself. There are some very understandable reasons for my current melancholy and I am sure no one would fault me for being a little down. Nonetheless, the universe doesn't need any more complaints unleashed into the chaos that swirls …
Letting Go..
Recently, I discovered that one of my favorite authors was ending a series that I have been reading for the better part of ten years. It saddens me, but I get it. She needs to me move on and it is time for us to let go Sookie Stackhouse and her fangy friends. Charlaine Harris's …
Papa and Momma’s Story
Papa and Momma don't dance down the lane They don't skip to my lou or any such thing He has a limp from the war says he fell out of bed with a whore, But that ain't the truth Because truth ain't pretty or nice And Momma has been through too much A husband who …
Yet Another Manic Monday
Monday Morning comes every week. You would think that I would learn to prepare for it. Nope, every week it sneaks up on me. Attacking me when I am just beginning to get things done or so I like to think. The truth is as hard as I work, I am afraid at times and …
Toxic
There is anger in the air,poisoning all the tired souls,tired of being good and getting nowhere.While all the haters breathe easySpewing toxins into the atmospherekilling us, killing them,But they laugh while they diedigging their own graveswe die, too, at peace without actions.
Tired, But Still in the Game.
I am tired. Tired to the bone with all the words that are thrown against me like I'm the wall in a racquetball court and its my job to take it. My life my destiny to take society's beatings and be fine with it. The mental wear and tear of this life is too much at times and I …
The Wrong Road
There were not two roads in a yellow wood, but a highway that stretched for ages beyond the horizon with exits and options for adventures and misadventures on and on it went risking and losing more than gained hoping to find just the right one the road looped back again home again Wrong Road, Right Road …
Folk
I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke …
Flying Free
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Lucinda Rose 