That’s What I Am

By looking away, am I taking part?
Under pressure, will I become what I hate?
Look in the mirror and think about my own fate,
Listen to my heart as well as to my head and
Yearn to be the kind of person who stands above the rest.
 

Human Dignity + Compassion = PEACE

–Mr. Simon, “That’s What I Am”
 
Variety is something always found here.
Innocence does not have a mold,
Compassion is not always learned there.
To decide if you will stand up for yourself
Is not the only question that will be uttered.
Many find their path in trying to escape.
 
Life is about time, opportunity and choices… Sometimes you just need someone to tell you that you can.
–Mr. Simon, “That’s What I Am”

This was doubly inspired by the movie “That’s What I Am” and also by Cheryl over at Stop the Stigma.

Just Don’t Say You’re Not My Brother

For any crime you commit
And every sin that you ommit
My forgiveness will still be true
I won’t forget what we’ve been through.
Lying in the deepest pit
Your brotherhood will keep it lit.
 

No matter what mistakes you make, you’re still my brother.

–Bass Monroe, “Revolution”

(Random Note: The man that Bass is talking to had tried to kill him before. That is the ‘mistake’ he is talking about.)

Promethean Fire

A moment in time, but longer than that
Don’t blink, be careful how you react.
Very soon, it won’t be just you
Even surrounded, you decide what yo do.
Real life won’t stop and wait
So make your decision, up to you if it’s great.
I don’t really know how this will end,
The consequences aren’t mine to decide now, my friend.
Yearn to be more than you are, no matter the distance you can go far.
 

Inspired by the post from Are You A Prometheus? by Seth Adam Smith.

Glinting Behind

Go on with your life
Look ahead and not behind
And keep your chin up.
So ‘they’ decided that you are uneeded.
So let your past remain behind
to in the sun, glint and shine.
 
image: Lyssa Medana

This little moment is brought to you by the Light and Shade Challenge.

Friendship’s Last Breath

Listen to what I have to say
And keep in mind it doesn’t have to be this way.
Sitting here within this room
Trying to keep my head above the gloom.
 
Back against the wall
Really wishing my answers would fall.
Even when I wish they wouldn’t come
At least then I’d know just what you’ve done.
There never seems to be an end
How can I still call you friend?
 
Sometimes I really wonder
Just why you came around
And kept on coming
Trying to bring me down.
 
Why is it that you
Must tear me down
And only to feel better
Like you own the town.
 
I thought that what we had
Was something to last the years
But after all we’ve been through
All I have left is my tears.
 
So why should I keep fighting
Trying to work this out
When you don’t seem to care,
At me, you only shout.
 
I have always said
That the relationship is of the most import
But lately I’ve been wondering
If in this storm I’m just your port.
 
You come and rest conveniently
Whenever you are down
But the moment I’m the one in need
You’re suddenly out of town.
 
This isn’t a one-ended thing,
I am not here to help only you
And then when I need someone for me
You get to claim another thing to do.
 
It’s all or nothing at this point
I’m tired of you running around
Leaving me with the bill
While above the mountains you bound.
 
So make up your mind
And make a decision,
Because this agreement we had?
I’m going to make a revision.
 
So sit down for a moment
And decide if you want me in your life
Because all you have done
Is cause me no end of strife.
 
Will this be a new beginning?
Or instead will our friendship be ending?
 

Inspired by the topic for the Dungeon Prompts this week.

Opposite of Go

How often do you run around
And never take a moment to
Let your body rest?
Taken too far you’ll collapse.
 

Day 7 – Still sick, really want it to be over and let me actually think. This cold is certainly driven to keep me indoors and away from anything that would construe actual work. I can’t even write very much.

This is, sadly, the best I could do for the Dungeon Prompt for this last week. My brain is just too dead.

One Moment

To take another chance they say?
I‘m not entirely sure this is the way…
Maybe give me a moment or two,
Even longer, maybe, to decide what to do.
 
Time is not something you easily change
Remember that before you do something strange.
A moment in time must come and go
Very little of it is changeable, so
Even though you offer a very pretty deal
Let life go as it is, as it’s the only thing real.
 

I’ve been browsing through time travel stories lately (mostly fanfiction, it comes out faster than books you buy, though I still love those as well) and it made me think. Would such a thing be realistic in real life or is it just something to read about? If it were in real life, then what would the moments you’ve had be worth?

Time is not a toy to be trifled with.

Even if I do so in some of my own work.

Step Back

My time has come to be in charge
Even if we’re still at large.
Don’t discount my contribution
I can hold some amunition.
Can you accept my help?
In making it through the thickest kelp.
No I will never give up.
Eve will come and if not done, I will not sup.
 

Sometimes the medicine we need to give, need to take is letting someone else be in charge while we take time to listen and follow.

Everyone needs practice in not being the leader, but picking one who is up to the task.

Inspired by the Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;
And I must minister the like to you.

– Two Gentlemen of Verona, William Shakespeare

Ready Yourself

Tell me once again what is right and wrong.
I think that I missed what you said
Right as you spoke through the throng.
Even if I disagree, your words will still stand,
Don’t  forget that, no matter what song played by the band.
 
Only through the voice of many
For justice won’t be bought with a penny.
 
Far too long have people wept  
Even though through tears they’ve slept
And if you want something to change
Ready yourself for the range.
 

I have never felt fear for myself or others when it comes to the police, but my mother grew up in the South during the Civil Rights Movement and she would sometimes tell us stories to remind us that they are people and people are not always honest, good or faithful to what they have sworn themselves to. On the other hand I know that there are people who I care for who have been saved because of an armed officer being nearby.

Guns are dangerous. They are made to kill things, animals and/or people. They are not toys, they are weapons and only those trained in their use and care should use them.

This post was brought to you by the Dungeon Prompt for this last week.

Up the Ante

Your rules are really beginning to annoy me. –Escape from LA

Lately, the kids have been getting their work done really fast. So we, the adults, decided to up the ante.

Keep in mind that their housework previously included the following only:

  • pickup bedroom, make bed
  • pickup/vacuum/mop, etc. main room (living room, kitchen, dining room, hall-stairs-entrance way) (only mop/vacuum three times a week, sometimes two)
  • put clean clothes away
  • clean kitchen after dinner (dishes, counter tops, stove top, put leftovers away)
  • clean bathroom once a week
  • clean kitty litter box, pickup after dog

Sometimes we’ll throw in a little yard work every other week (as needed).

When I was their age I had to do the following either every day or at least once a week:

  • pickup/vacuum/mop, etc main room
  • pickup/vacuum bedroom, make bed
  • clean kitchen after dinner
  • pull two bags of weeds in the yard during the fall/winter, four bags during spring/summer
  • wash walls/windows/washboards every weekend
  • polish furniture every weekend (we had a LOT of wooden furniture, including a baby grand piano and intricately carved furniture from before they had kids)
  • laundry (wash, dry, sort, fold, put away)
  • rake leaves, any other yardwork as needed
  • clean out pet cages/litter box/clean up backyard from dogs
  • clean out fridge and under stove top, etc. once a month

It was a lot because we had a big house, a large yard and eight kids. Now we live in a duplex with a small yard and pretty stuffed quarters (we are going to move…eventually…) and only have three kids with a handful of adults.

When it was decided to up the housework as they are old enough to handle it now they were not happy. They must now do what they did before and wash the walls by the end of Saturday. They have informed us that there might be a revolt. The would-be revolutionaries were informed that any revolt would include loss of electronic privileges as they’d be ‘locked down.’

It’s going to be more fun when we get them to start washing windows and polishing/washing furniture in a few weeks.

When informed of a change of pace
How red you looked in the face.
At least you didn’t throw a fit
There was something positive that came from it.
 

This post is brought to you by the Light and Shade Challenge.