Energy

Energy pulls the check muscles into a smile.

It pushes the air out of the lungs for a laugh.

Energy gets you up to see the soft light of the morning sun.

Up to find your purpose, your well


I am so horribly tired. That wonderful word so full of life has drained from my bones, the word ENERGY. I do not know where it is or I could start a slow expedition towards it.

I wonder why I hold onto this image of a happily employed me. I should let it draft in the air to where it can find a more capable owner. It is funny that I have been Bipolar for so many years (6) and have not found wellness. I have even moved up in the ranks as Schizoaffective Bipolar. Medication, I guess, is not a silver bullet. The famous Three (1: Education 2: Medication 3: Therapy) can be replaced by one simple word, energy. This is all I need, but my brain is too confused by my illness to deliver it properly. Finding wellness and fighting my illness require the energy that I have lost.

I really do not know what to do.

An Anxious Moment

Dance of the Dragon

“I WAS ON A a a… thing that moves on water, and I ran into a goldfish. The goldfish ate the sandwich and I was sad.” – >^ii^<

“You are a jerk.” – 0_0

“The earth crumbled in anger beneath the ocean, and a dragon came up and ate the fish, but it did not give me back the sandwich.” – >^ii^<

“You are a JERK. Just admit you ate my lunch.” – 0_0

How I Feel About Swear Words, Goshdarnit

Swear GTL SAF

I do not swear much, but realize the importance of them. Sometimes it just feels right to swear.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Though I wonder, Little Star,

I will not count how many, how far

I thought I sang, Little Light

Then I saw your voice, mutely bright

Though I dream, Endless Flight

you are beyond my little kite

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Deep inside a firefly jar

The kind of post you are supposed to find on a blog

I cleaned for a guest,
and the guest came
and the guest made chocolate moose.

I was given a massive serving of moose,
and am waiting for my stomach to be ready to finish that serving.

Kanon Wakeshima’s second album came in the mail,
but would not work on my decades old boom box.
So I had to use my decade old Walkman
(My hand-me-down first generation iPod Shuffle has been missing for months.
I plan on wearing it as a necklace in about a decade so I hope I find it.)

I am in the process of forming my opinion of the album.
I do not know Japanese so my opinion will always be second-rate.

Concepts

I once had the option that telling my story would help someone else, but I have come to realize that concepts remain concepts. They are just meaningless words. My path will not be your path. We will each come to understand less than .01% of all the concepts thrown at us by people who believe it will help us.

I’m buzzed on decaf coffee right now. Therefore I have motivation to write a poem and make a post. How does coffee do it? I’m full of creative energy or at least the sudden need to not be quiet. Caffeine is a wonderful thing or at least the concept of it. In the distance I hear the music of a festival.

The dogs around me keep on farting forcing me to stop writing to cover my nose with my hair. This is one of the many uses of long hair. You take a big fist of hair and place over your nose. The hair helps filler the smell as you breathe through the nose. In the place of the stanch you will notice the smell of shampoo. (Another use is to cover you breasts when you don’t have a bra.) Well I’m out of coffee. So goodbye.

window

my mind is an electric board filled with short circuits
reality is wavy around me
when seeing outward everything is misty
faith and fear all mottled together

my face is a clear view to my soul
I can feel it showcasing all my weakness,
my sadness, my isolation

The Worst Teacher I Ever Had

Evil

I had a teacher who asked if people with AIDS deserved having AIDS

Idol: Jareth (David Bowie)

When most people think about David Bowie they think about the Space Odyssey or Ziggy Stardust (his alter-ego), but not I. There was a little film in the 80’s called The Labyrinth. David Bowie was in the movie as Jareth the Goblin King. He was looking hot with tight jeans and puffy hair.

Say what! There was a sequel! All these years I’ve said, “I wish there was another Labyrinth.” I need to look into this. Until then enjoy Dance Magic Dance my nonexistent reader.

Disappointment the sequel was not a film, but a Manga. I in fact have read part of it at book stores. It was good, but I didn’t stick with it. *tears* They better hurry up and make one David Bowie will not be young and forever.

BTW: Did you know that David Bowie made the baby sounds for Dance Magic Dance, because they could not get Toby (the baby) to do it correctly.

Idol: Smokey Robinson

When you are looking for the perfect love song Smokey Robinson has all the bases covered. There are love songs like I Second that Emotion which include the lyrics “a lifetime of devotion,” and others about just getting down. There are some about broken hearts, etc.

Smokey Robinson is a Motown artist and a platinum song writer. He wrote the lyrics to the popular Micheal Jackson song “Whose love’in you,” and hits for many other Motown artist’s like Diana Ross.

Smokey is credited for discovering Diana Ross (latterly the girl next door) and Diana is credited for discovering the Jackson 5 (i.e. Micheal Jackson and his brothers).

P.S. I’m getting this information from Ed Sullivan’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Classics.

Yet, Smokey wrote hit songs for himself as well like Tracks of my Tears.