Tag: feelings

AreWeSoFarGone?

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

AreWeSoFarGone #Soulmuze #Soulspiration #SpillingInk #MassMurder #SoulSpeaks #TimeChangesButNotMan #GunControlLaws #SameScriptDifferentCast

Everyone is so focused on sexual freedom and same sex marriage
Seems to me the focus is all wrong
#AreWeSoFarGone?
Who really cares with whom you lay
when a bullet intended or stray will take you away
AreWeSoFarGone?
Are guns and bullets
dispensed from vending machines?
Random disturbed minds find pleasure in creating mass murder scenes
AreWeSoFarGone?
No space is clear, no safety anywhere
Schools running lock down drills ,
“Hide children so you don’t get killed!”
AreWeSoFarGone?
The President is yapping words, empty sounds
Wow!! The voters agreed to ‘make america great’ by letting the country
be run by a clown
AreWeSoFarGone?
Government officials making decisions based on
your race or your ethnic stand
In a country built with people who make up “melting pot” hands
AreWeSoFarGone?
This life matters, that life matters, your flag, my flag tongues just wag and wag
But STILL no justice for the  murdered, raped, bullied, beaten man, woman, child, mother, daughter, son, dad
AreWeSoFarGone?
People hiding behind religion to serve their destructive needs
As others stay on the knees screaming, crying to whatever they worship
 “Help us find peace please!”
AreWeSoFarGone?
Excuse after excuse day after day blaming one group after another for the state of the world today
Is this true or is there some world order at play?
AreWeSoFarGone?
Conspiracy theories have plagued our lands
Is a stepford society the ultimate plan?
AreWeSoFarGone?
Mark of the beast, gps chips in everything soon to be in our brains
Mans quest to take over the world is driving everyone insane
AreWeSoFarGone?
That badge for which we once had so much respect
Now we see it, anxiety kicks in and wonder
“Will they kill me next?”
AreWeSoFarGone?
We must be…
It seems the madness is slowly taking over you, taking over we
So the question still stands…
 AreWeSoFarGone?
If we are not so far gone, how do we get back before we are totally lost?
Photo credit Soulmuze
(c) Soulmuze 2017

Happiness is finding pencil after pencil after pencil after …

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Eclectic thoughts

#Soulmuze #Soulspirations #MySoulSpeaks #SelfDiscovery #ChewOnThis #Pencils #Change #SpillingInkUsingLead #SpilledInk

The first $20 I ever made was performing at the Billie Holiday Theatre at the Restoration Plaza located in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn. I played Peppermint Patty in “You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown” with my JHS Drama club. The entire cast was paid equally and it was amazing. I took that $20 and opened my first bank account at the now defunct Chemical Bank which was also in the Restore, that was in 1977. Kitura, Walter, Darryl, Yolanda, Lamar, Sheila, just to name a few of my cast mates; our Music/Drama teacher Ms. Powell who did all of this with/for us on her own dime, back then teachers gave of their personal time without per session pay.

I almost sound like Estelle Getty as Sophia Petrillo in the Golden Girls ‘Picture it: Brooklyn 1977…’ lol

What an amazing feeling! I remember we were all celebrities for our brief run on our very own little Bed-Stuy Broadway! Everything was about community back then.

To this day I still love the Peanuts gang. We enjoyed the stories and didn’t see their colors or gender identities, just kids; plain and simple.

I never realized the lessons I was learning thru it all: teamwork, patience, sharing the spotlight, finding our voices, recognizing our individual talents, encouraging each other and so much more.

There are so many things I loved about that musical but as I grow older the one thing that stands out the most is the ensemble song Happiness, the first line is “Happiness is finding a pencil.” It truly was for Charlie Brown for when the pretty little red headed girl dropped her pencil, he picked it up, saw teeth marks and knew she was human.

“I’m so happy. That little red-headed gril dropped her pencil.It has teeth marks all over it. She nibbles her pencil. She’s human! It hasn’t been such a bad day after all.” Charlie Brown, You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown

I have my own little chewed up pencil with it’s equally little eraser and I never hesitate to correct my mistakes, I’m only human.

My bite marks on the pencil represent the release of panic, anxiety and putting thought into my every action. When it’s needed and I’m ready (for change isn’t easy) I find my pencil , I erase and start over again with renewed confidence.

I save each worn down pencil to remind me of how far I have come, how much I have accomplished.

Happiness is finding pencil after pencil after pencil after pencil after…

Dedicated to one BAMF-CDC who has found his pencil after pencil after…

©️ Soulmuze 2018

Take the exit ramp

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Eclectic thoughts

Castro Exit ramp

#Soulmuze #MySoulSpeaks #ExitRamp #ICanIWill #Soulspirations #NegativeToPositive #LoveLight #BloodInThePen #SpillingInk

Day after day we are facing our fears and new challenges. Those of us who are spiritually attuned with the universe analyze behavior of self and others.

We are seeking answers for our unlimited “whys.” Why did we enable these negative behaviors? Why is it all so consuming, stagnating our dash?

We seek the answers for our “hows”. How do we make our days filled with unlimited love and peace amidst all the negativity that flows through the elements? How can we control what’s not in our control?

We seek the answers for our “whats.” What can we do to smoothen life’s journey? What can we do to strengthen our resolve and not spiral backwards?

We seek the answers for our “whos.” Who do we keep and who do we let go? Who is truly for us?

We seek the answers for our “whens.” When will our hopes and dreams come to fruition? When will the pain end?

Finally, we seek the answers for our “wheres”. Where do we begin the journey of recovery? Where are the answers hidden?

It’s the never ending cycle which is life. We know that once we can secure the answers we can secure ourselves.

We can start by taking the exit ramp and forge a new path on our respective highways of life.

We have separate paths, at some point we will come to a crossroad and that is your moment of truth… which way to go?

Exit the need to ask others to forgive you. Forgive yourself for allowing situations to make you go left instead of right.

Exit doubt in your abilities. You are being the best you that you can be.

Exit close mindedness. Open the path for self-improvement. Make your best even better.

Exit the mindset that the world is against you. Accept that everyone is not for you but there will always be someone who is right there with you.

Exit the life of quantity. Enter the realm of quality. Empty people, empty thoughts have no place in your world.

Exit the thought of obligations that are not respected or reciprocated. You don’t have to stay in something to prove anything to anyone. You, like time is precious don’t waste it. There’s always something or someone more deserving of your energy.

Exit others people’s judgment of you. If they didn’t take the time to learn or understand your journey, don’t live by their judgement. People are often stuck on what you were not who you are becoming.

Take the exit ramp to forgive yourself of your transgressions.

It’s not a goal, for goals have an endpoint. It’s a journey that only ends when your physical presence is no longer required in this space time continuum.

Until your transition date you should live on the open pathways of

love, light and weightlessness.

© Soulmuze 2018

To Die is to live

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Eclectic thoughts

#Soulmuze #Soulspiration #ToDieIsToLive

“You needn’t die happy when your time comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from the beginning to the end . . .” Stephen King, The Dark Tower

It’s easy to grow fearful of your impending death as each passing day someone suddenly dies. They are not old, or have some disease/illness, they just transitioned and you connect because you are close in age.

You must live each moment to satisfaction. Only you will answer for your deeds.

Those you loved may miss you dearly, but they will find solace in the memories.

Those you hurt may find closure in your death, for now you no longer have the opportunity to hurt anyone else or them again.

Those who are indifferent towards you are probably the ones you have wronged the most for there are no more feelings; a void. Odds are they continue to make other people pay for the hole you left behind.

As you prepare for a #newday, a new moment, a new year keep in mind the satisfaction of living. Recognize that it’s not just the satisfaction of self; each one of us has a direct impact on the next.

Just like a tree, we are connected at the roots.

Strength to the families whose loved ones have transitioned.

Blessings to new #births; for when a pair of #eyes closed a new pair has opened.

Soulfully speaking

©️Soulmuze 2015

Photo credit Soulmuze, Sandy Hook 2017

Sandy Hook

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

#Soulmuze #SandyHook #SandyHookElementary #ProtectOurChildren

Our hearts cry out in pain
Tears falling like a never ending rain
Prayers by the masses
Knowing this type of pain never truly passes
How do you reconcile yourself with this type of loss
What was in this madman’s head as the shots fired off?

Innocent children whose lives had yet to truly begin
Now has been brutally ended by a man so full of anger that led to this sin

Reports say psychological issues are to blame
Yet the methodical path taken says he was not totally insane

A child is born every second of every day
Each one is precious and priceless in their own way

Now these gems lives are gone
Their peers forever will hear the sound
One by one as this man took each one down

School a safe haven to learn and grow.
Now has been added as one of the scariest places those children and their families will ever know

© Soulmuze 2012

Do it just because…

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Eclectic thoughts

#Soulmuze #Soulspiration #UnselfishActs #ExpectNothing #ItsAChoice

❤️ I had to remind myself of this yesterday and this pops up today. I believe we are sent messages and too often we ignore them but not I.

When you willing give so much of yourself and dedicate yourself to someone you naturally expect the same from them in return. However, that’s not always the case.

Your actions are just that, yours, it’s a choice. You made the choice, you own said choice and you accept the risk-reward that accompanies it.

If we put it in a business context we can easily understand and accept. You take the risk, invest $10k in stock the market, it does well and your investment doubles, you enjoy the reward. You continue to take the risk and let it all ride, the next day the market tanks you not only lost your profit but your initial investment, you have nothing. Who do you blame? The stock market is volatile you knew that going in… well?

Life is volatile. People are volatile. Mother Nature is volatile. No matter how much you try to filter out the weeds they still find their way through. You prepare, you plan, you purposely pursue yet and still you seem to be standing in the same oddly shaped unidentified geometric spot. Stuck in the middle of what appears to be your private unique lonely universe. You’re yelling out imprecations but no one can hear you. Or maybe they do but don’t care because they got what they wanted from you already.

Before you gave of yourself did you question ‘what do I get out of this, what’s my return on this investment?’ Did you think about the risk-reward?

We are so busy rushing through this life creating our own expectations of others, blaming others for not meeting our expectations which we never communicated in the first place. We expect everyone to just know, be mind readers, common sense, telepathy… WE ARE ALL UNIQUE so is there really such thing as common sense? What do we really fucking know anyway? Everyone writes their script as they go. We can’t even erase shit properly, we can still see the outlines of the past, and end up tracing it over just changing character names… same Script Different Cast.

Yet and still this is life… Highs, lows, joy and pain, sunshine and rain. You make the choice, to take the chance, don’t expect the same in return from the person(s) for whom you are engaging.

Whatever you do, do it without expectations. Do it because you choose to. Do it for the joy of helping someone. Do it just because…

©Soulmuze 2017

I Am Poetry

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

“Don’t ever be someone’s #slogan because you are #poetry.” Sandra Bullock, 28 Days

I am poetry

Seamless like the ebbs and flows

of the ocean

Designed at birth

An effusion of poetic prose

Taking literary license

Driven by the transference of energy

Guided by nature’s elements

Too much for some

More than enough for that one

When he comes we will create

countless sonnets

Waves of dynamic lyrical schemes

Spinning

Plunging

Surging

Collapsing

Electromagnetic connections

Classic love that will be felt without even being seen

I will be his poetry, he shall be mine

I am not a mere catchphrase to be referenced in passing

But intense quality of unique beauty

A passionate soul that’s everlasting

Loyalty to be reciprocated

Feelings to be nurtured

Desires to be satiated

I am poetry

(c) Soulmuze 2017

Not living as if it’s my last

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Eclectic thoughts

#Soulmuze #Soulspiration #Sunrise #Sunset #Moonlight #ChildsEyes #ElderStories #WingsOfLove #SpiritualDesign

I’m not concerned with living each day as if it was my last.

My world almost ended countless times yet the universe saw fit to allow me to see the beauty of another sunrise, sunset and the light of the moon.

I’d rather look into a child’s eyes believing in a better tomorrow. I’d rather listen the rattling voices of the elderly as they tell their stories of survival and days gone by.

I’d rather not live with reckless abandon but with purpose. I’d rather live on the wings of love than of fear or hate which breeds contempt.

I’d rather believe that the Gods which covers all within my heart and gives me spiritual insight into the darkness has great work that I must fulfill before this earthly journey is complete and my next one begins.

Yes, I live out of the love of my spiritual design.

(c) Soulmuze 2017

Marriages of Harvey, Irma, Jose…

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

How misleading are the ocean waters.

In one instance it’s our muse, the next it’s our destruction.

What great dishonor have we bestowed upon the universe that the innocent are suffering the wrath of the marriage of wind and warm ocean waters?

Their union grows fiercely aggressive, with the intent of delivering an unprecedented message.

We call out to the universe begging for mercy but our voices fade away much like dandelions in the wind on warm spring day.

The single eye of the union focuses on its prey as it whips from one location to the next.

They simultaneously spreads their wandering albatross like wings in a sweeping motion swatting away civilization like ants daring man to grab Poseidon’s Trident from their grip.

One can only hope that a greater hand reaches down and finds favour, for many of us are with clean hands and pure hearts, to separate this destructive union.

Or maybe the marriage of wind and warm ocean waters will grow weary, release the Trident and free us from its grasp.

Only upon the dissolution of this union will we be able to give thanks for whomever and whatever was spared, offer home goings for those who were sacrificed unknowingly for what we hope is for a greater purpose and rebuild with renewed spirit.

Hurricanes September 2017

Photo Credit Soulmuze

(c) Soulmuze 2017

My Love, My Heart

by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Eclectic thoughts, Poetry

Dedicated to a woman who watched the love of her life transition into the unseen universe. When his walk on earth ended she lost part of herself.

When you find a soulmate you also awaken desires that you never knew existed. Emotions, ideas, dreams are no longer dormant or merely a fantasy, for together you can see them to fruition. Now her soulmate is no more, but that which was awakened in her cannot go back to sleep.  She wears the mask to get through the day and weeps at night for she believes there is no relief in sight.

We have all felt the loss of love, but we cannot dwell in that loss too long for we lose valuable time living when we dwell in death.

(c) Soulmuze 2017 Photo Credit: Mr. Christian Castro

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