Get a Feel Good High

 

Have some fun this morning.  You will get a feel good feeling watching this.

 

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Abit of Heavenby ~DustysDarkRyder

dreams that hide
in the darkness of mind
evaporate like puddles
on hot summer days
exposed
in unusual ways
a knowing wink
teases the brain with
miniscule moments of
thoughts
obscure clarity birthing
spirits born of mystery
haunting ghost pulling
not forward,
back unnaturally
tangling knots of confusion
anxiety feeding on
the pound muscle
pumping blood
fueling anxiety
screaming screams of the living.
echoing cries howl
in the chamber of time
on the edge
I stand
arms open
heart pulsating
every beat
a breath
hopes soar
where physically I cannot
dreams wake with the rising sun
rivers flow on a lonely tear
the alpha
the omega
infinity calls

A Real American Hero

If you look at some of the early comments under the videos of Charles Ramsey some black folks were criticizing him, saying he’s an embarrassment to black people. I want to know what black people? The ones who forgot where they came from? The one who think they are better than him? Or just jealous black people who didn’t do anything they feel worthy in life. This morning most of those disgusting remarks I read were marked as spam or deleted. I am happy about, because Mr. Ramsey deserves all our respect.

A Date For Dinner

read each line across.  It’s the thoughts and conversation of two people on a date.

One More Day

Mary Julia Sinkler-Floria
July 9, 1928 – April 30, 1993

I didn’t realize the EMT* said, “Oh she DID have a bad heart.” The next words the EMT said were surreal. “You’re mother died.” I turned stood by my grandmother and screamed no. Then went into punish the wall in the kitchen.

I spoke to mom the night before and she said she was having heart burn and she assured me she was alright and I left it at that.
I had my brother’s old car that only went 30 miles an hour so I said I would check on her in the morning. In the morning I was running late so I went straight to work with all intentions of checking on mom at lunchtime.

Mom and I had gotten into the habit of talking every night. I would tell her what went on at work, what she did during the day and what we were cooking for dinner.

On the way to work that morning there was a car chase. The car that was trying to get away from the police was smoking but it kept on going. There were about five police cars trailing behind it. My first thought was, I have to remember to tell mom about this.

When I arrived at work I had to get letters out inviting my employees for an in-service. While I was at the postage machine the receptionist told me my mother’s neighbor was on the phone. That was weird, why would Rosy call me. Rosy told me I needed to get home. I got there as quickly as my little car could go.

Later my grandmother told me mom got up that morning and took the garbage out.

Why didn’t I stop on my way to work? Why didn’t I get up earlier? Would it have made a difference?

When I went through mom’s papers I found a note written to my brother, sister and me. Just a few words, “Everything is going to be okay. God Bless.”

Dear Mom,

There so much I wish I could tell you, so many things I need and want to ask. It’s just not fair that you had to leave me/us. You were much too young. There was so much living left for you to do.

I now know firsthand that you were in silently suffering from the lupus. I wish I understood this when you were alive. I wish you shared your pain with us.

I wish I could let you know mom, I understand what I didn’t, when you tried to tell me. To have one day more to tell you I’m sorry for all the hurt I gave you when I was growing up. For not being the person you wanted me to become. I’m sorry I fought you every step of the way. If only I could rewind our life. I would seek your years of wisdom, instead of debating with you. I wish I could tell you how much I love you and I wish more than anything I could hear you tell me the same.

I am thankful for the last few months we shared talking and getting to know each other. But as always my greed wishes I had more time with you. Somehow I know there would never be any amount of time that would be enough.

Mommy, I miss you so much. I find myself mentally and physically in a bad place so often. I feel alone and need your unconditional love, understating and forgiveness. I feel you watching over me and I hear your words whispering to me often. Especially when I feel weak and ready to give up it’s your memory that keeps me going.

I smile when I talk to my grandchildren and I sound like you or Gran. You both were strong woman and a great influence on me. I only hope to have half the impact on my children and grandchildren’s lives as you both had on me.

Forever in my heart.

*EMT – Emergency Medical Technician.

a lost journey

traveling among the shadows
with confident fear
wishing for the dreams
lost in sorrow
spinning
with the hum of tranquility
hypnotized
the steady beat of nature
guiding souls
chimes whistle clarity
crashing waves and rolling tides
stretching to the moon
a lost journey
fools travel a half century
not a guide to follow
invisible scars mar the soul
from the valley of depression
over the mountains of loneliness
nervous eyes blur
hopeless
hopeless
and dreams evaporated
defeated
terror fed
to the strong
the victorious
until the graves of the misguided
weak, failures
the pain ceases
at the last heartbeat

He is My Senses

It is His heart that beats,
in the trees, allowed to grow free.
It is His tongue that talks,
in with the voice of the wild birds.
It is His eyes that see,
in the palettes of the flowers.
It is His touch that caress,
in the gentle breeze that blows.
It is His flavor I taste,
in the scents I inhale.
It is inside I seek,
and find God all around.