The musings of a beautiful mind

Watching Tom & Jerry and Looney Tunes with Jael it’s crazy instead of explaining why the stunts they are pulling are dangerous in real life she keeps saying “Mom they should be dead!” Now I have to say Jael this is just a cartoon!  #toosmartforherowngood!

Watching Tom & Jerry and Looney Tunes with Jael it’s crazy instead of explaining why the stunts they are pulling are dangerous in real life she keeps saying “Mom they should be dead!” Now I have to say Jael this is just a cartoon! #toosmartforherowngood!

Mini me Mani pedi… Such a diva

Mini me Mani pedi… Such a diva

My Words

As sure as there is a God above, as sure as Music is my heart beat you are the same as the blood that runs Thru my veins. I can go months without one word and the second I breathe you in its as if we haven’t missed a beat. We can dance around skimming the edges briefly touching for what feels like an eternity but the second I take you into myself you flow into me and out of me a vital extention of myself when I look into the mirror or lay staring for hours you are the very thing I long ;desire to see. You are the thing that calls to me when I look into the eyes of others, when it seems to other that I have zoned out you are what I hear the part of that person that calls to me that longs to reach me. You take up residence in my soul plant seeds that grow you are my fruit, proof that I haven’t withered and died. As much as you mean to me parts of you I let fall away into the world It would damage my soul to take your ire into myself the power of the tongue is a fearsome thing so I ponder I pray that when you are released from my soul to the next you empower them as you have empowered me. You are my words that I release back into the world you are the words of others I eagerly take into myself. You invoke love, peace power strength grace and when we are so irresponsible our words inspire hate lust envy spitefulness things we all struggle not to take into ourselves. Words are my gift words are your present my fruit proof that I live, because as sure as there is a God above as sure as music is my heartbeat these words are the same as the blood that runs Thru my veins.

Passover

The night sky was clear with a scant dusting of stars a rumor of summer passed through the fields where the flowers had begun to bloom early.The breeze was warm and smelled of passing rain, remnants of the storm didn’t linger because they were dried away by the now sleeping sun. The moon was placed high and not yet waning; shining over the field mice slipping through the old white picket fence making their way to the barn to hoard away hay for their nest.
In the distance a loud wail passed over the fields the sound of new life coming from the house just beyond the big oak tree.

Gungor - “Late Have I Loved You” (by chipjordan)

From Death to life

From death to life.

 

                        

 

The echoing wedding bells in the attic were a dream turned nightmare. Most people would be sickened by the thought of waking up soaking wet and chilled to the bone. The screams of people running from the chapel scared for their lives were like déjà vu. Weddings were supposed to be a beautiful affair:  flowers, family, friends and love. No one ever mentioned dead lovers. Nothing about Daniel seemed different; he was the same disgusting bastard.  The decomposing perhaps even sweetened his disposition.

 

I knew it was my fault he could find me in the dark even after being dead for two years. I didn’t want to go through with the wedding, and I brought him here because I was selfish, sick, and twisted. My relationship with Daniel was as disturbing as any relationship could get—we fed off of each other’s pain.  After his death I tried being a better person, but the fact that he was standing here sucking the life out of my groom, and I just stood here more fascinated than horrified meant one thing; I hadn’t changed. I told myself maybe this monster looked like Daniel but wasn’t him, but he looked at me and I knew without a doubt he had come for me; my own personal hero. I had no idea if he would kill me, but I wanted this pain. I was ready for the unthinkable.

 

Walking through darkness, a desolate place, I feel alone and miserable. This feeling is perfection; I feel at home. Pain grounds me and helps make me whole: this place, this nothingness, is my greatest hope and desire come true, and what makes it sinfully sweet is that I live this pain, this fear, and this misery with you. My sick and twisted fantasy, perverse and undesirable to most, is to us pleasure personified. Misery loves company, but it’s my high because company loves misery too.