Feeling the stresses of the tasks at hand
Nothing really makes sense in the terrible land
Trying to stay compassionate, yet whole some how
All this has your head in a doubt filled cloud.
Gone are the days of tranquility and rest
You sometimes see no way out of this mess.
Why does everything get sidetracked?
Especially the things that matter, when they do they are under attack.
The world won’t get better for any of us unless,
WE adapt to the changes , especially when we are distressed.
Where does one go when there is very little hope?
You’ve seen people with that and some wind up on dope.
It is a give and take life.
You give some, you take some and deal with good days, and ones with strife.
No one has a blueprint, although some wish there to be
So, I just have to start this thing, and it has to start within me.
So if you are down, and you are asking where should you go,
Look in your inner self and then you will know.
This is the King of Nothing He isn't very bright He has two screws inside his skull, that makes him look a fright. He has a razor blade where once his eye did go Although no one told me this it's something I should already know Even when you change the light surrounding him, hardly anything changes He has "blood" spots on his crown and ribbon I wonder if whoever did that to him was forgiven. Beads adorn his chin bone where once he could smile He won't be doing any smiling for a while. He is King of Nothing as you could surmise yourself So for now I will just make him KING of my shelf.
There’s a moon in my heart.
It only comes out in times of dark.
You’ll never hear it remark
For it has no words.
Shining yet a shadow over feelings and thoughts.
The purpose of it is quite simple
It is to give new definition
Give a different perspective.
Like all moons it can be seen, not taken
And felt by only its maker.
Without it my heart would have stayed black.
You could say without it I’d never had made it back..
I’m grateful for my heart moon.An evidence of change..
Cats are some of my dearest treasures. I own quite a bunch. I only picked out one, his name is Meow Meow. The rest came to me, one could say. Cats are so smart and each one has their own personality. They are so independent yet they need love and affection, of course it is on their own terms. My cats are spoilt a bit but that is okay with me.
Cats can get into some places that you wouldn’t wish them to be, but that is part of the course when you have cats as pets inside your home. I truly think cats are the best pets especially when you go on a trip because they can use their litter boxes and don’t need to be taken out like dogs. I also have dogs and love them all the same as my cats but they require a human to go outside and pee or poop, unlike cats.
The wise tail that cats have nine lives is one that would be nice to have come true, but in reality that is not true. I have lost cats that meant the world to me, and never is it easy. If you have been blessed to have a cat love you then you know what I mean. I think cats are special and if ever anything chose me it was my cats. When my cat Daisy died, whom I had for fourteen years, I sprinkled daisy seeds everywhere to remind me of her. Those seeds made beautiful daisies that I see every summer and that makes me smile. Daisy was the first cat love I had and she was a great furbaby. I will forever miss her.
So if you ever thought about loving a cat, maybe you should give it a try. They definitely are great and loving. It will be a love you will treasure for sure.
“Things never go the way you expect them to. That’s both the joy and frustration in life. I’m finding as I get older that I don’t mind, though. It’s the surprises that tickle me the most, the things you don’t see coming.”
― Michael Stuhlbarg
Her heart, she displayed like a billboard sign. There was nothing left, at least not much anymore. Even though she discarded a lot of her past baggage somewhere alongside the never-ending road, she still had some that managed to show up, mixed in a lot of her other emotions.
Whenever she wanted to rest, she would sit a spell and contemplate life. Thoughts that ran through her mind would create a crevis here and there, that she would ultimately fill with more baggage. Her past and it’s harshness created the many seasons of change she would experience through out her journeys on that never-ending road.
If she was lucky enough, there would be people to engage with and create with her a relationship of trust and comfort. Many times though there was people who took more than they ever left her with, in regards of trust and comfort. She always felt like she was never good enough or strong enough, yet each time she received damage of some sort, she stood back up as if to carry on.
Her heart was a crutch, yet it kept her steadily moving down the never-ending road. Sometimes painful more than steady but it held her up, when it was needed. Now it was that she had very little left of that heart. Not really of her own choosing but rather her lot in life and one she had to handle on her own.
She often thought to herself, “If my heart had wings, It could fly out of danger wherever it was”, yet that was a long stretch to say the least. She should know not to imagine far out things because those things never come to pass. At least not for her. It was in the fragments of things left behind, and yet to pass that she stretched her reach for things of hope. “If I could piece together all those fragments, then one day I might be whole again”, she would always say.