Lessons I Teach Myself
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At last
A sigh of relief After holding my breath For four years A revolution in the making One of love and hope Not of rage and vindictiveness Done are the days of the orange buffoon waving his small genitals to the crowd he despises Done are the days of hating the hate Now it's time to see it. See it and send it off See it and pass it forward See it and forget it Or better yet See it and forgive it I once was not a believer of all things democracy It was an idea that belonged in the playground It was an idealist's game And I didn't know how to play Like so many others I didn't know I didn't use my voice to speak I didn't use my pen to sign I didn't use my ballot to vote I was a non-believer in the political game of our lifetime And now here I am rejoicing in the return of the facade of democracy It is beautiful this facade It is striking And it hit me today What a revolution of the spirit This time has been for me What a revolution of the spirit. Welcome back democracy Now I exhale. ***
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You run, I hide.
You ride, I cry. You kiss, I melt. Round and round we go. Round and round we spin. Round and round we dance. In our circle of love, like clockwork we show up - To kiss To fight To love To bite. I never knew a love like ours. It is ever changing, ever growing, ever there. A love I always wondered if I could bear. So from me to you, and from you to me: Thank you Self, for loving me. Be patient with my often changing tides And count me in for the long ride. *** Dear world, you've made it.
You've made it through a year of chaos. Through hurt, through loss, through pain, Through fires, storms and rain. Through failed systems and erupting plague, Through people's sorrow and their rage. Yes, people fought a lot. They fought each other and your soil, Still holding on to their dreams of OIL. But they also walked through your natural beauty. They hiked and camped and walked, And nature's door was at last unlocked. And what would normal bring along? Would they defer to what was once fine, Or will they rise up and read the sign? That the world is not theirs to take but theirs to cherish, Because all things are lastly due to parish. So on this end of year, I wish YOU dear, To make the most before you disappear. Life is filled of unexpected turns, Hold on to the wheel and ride the curve. And maybe let go every once and a while, laugh in joy, and sport a smile. Because a year like this one is a rare gift , A year that points us all to an inner shift. From loneliness to wholeness, And from soleness to closeness. Distance taught us all to go within, And only there can we truly begin, To mend the pieces of our broken hearts, And finally give the world its rightful start. *** There is friend I love,
I'd like to tell you of: My friend is like a sister Oh how I long to see her... Her ginger hair is fire It has so many admirers She is a fairy in human form who is in a midst of a heavy storm A storm that's wild and heavy To be in it - she must be ready Ready to fall without protection And to face her own reflection She may not like what she will find No one would - in their right mind I wonder - is she strong enough to deal? And her broken heart to seal? Some people drown in storms Some float to shore and then transform Some fairies learn to fly And some - forever try and try I do not know where my friend's future lies Oh how I hope that she would rise To be the goddess she was born to be To stand tall and rooted - like a tree And to my friend - I wish her well Because she has one heck of a story to tell And I myself - will be waiting at shore To hug my friend - a friend I simply adore. Oh, to be a child
One more time To dream while I'm awake To eat everything anew To Glamorize the mundane as if it was treasure. The things I knew when I was a child I will have to grow old to remember. Oh, to be a child One more time Like a butterfly springing out of its cocoon Like a bird spreading its wings Like a song at the moment of its inception. Innocent, open, free. Oh, to be a child. Oh. Procrastination is a BITCH.
A filthy, arrogant slimy BITCH. It shows up announced. Steals your time and space. Laughs as you follow its lead like a PU$$Y. It knows it got you From the moment you said 'Oh, no' And shook your head at its arrival. What you failed to understand is that it was already there long before: It's a package deal: Hand delivered with that innovative idea, Or the world's greatest novel, Or the piece of art that will make your parents proud. It's there as soon as you open the door to magic. It's magic's little cousin. And it HATES you. And it HATES your idea. And your novel. And your art. It tells you to STOP IT. No. It URGES you to stop it. And you do. BECAUSE YOU ARE PROCRASTINATION'S BITCH. Four letter word
One syllable And a whole lot of feeling. I met it when I first arrived onto this world Roaring at the faces glaring at me Moaning ‘wwwhhhhyyyy’ Crying for mama To put me back Safe and sound. It taunted me in nature Teased me with snakes, and spiders, and roaches I would point at insects Searching for a savior. At school it was more vindictive: It shut me up Put a muzzle on my mouth Numbed me to the point of terror. At war, it made me think it was normal It was my every day It was everyone’s every day 'Such is life' it said with a cruel Smirk. It showed up on stage It perked up with boys It shook its head in tests It blossomed in parties It pounded at me on the news It was present at funerals. Today it is airborne It is in our lungs. It is in our blood. It is in our bodies All one point eight million of them. Four letter word. One syllable And a whole lot of feeling. I wonder, What would FEAR be if we hadn't named it? Fire -
It is a force A stroke of heat A rush of fury A vengeful spirit Looking to release To unleash To let go To destroy And vanish As swiftly as it appears. Its' wildness is hot It's steamy It's sexy to the naked eye It's naked in its goal To live until it dies To strive Until it no longer burns To say out loud for the world to hear: 'I am here.' 'I am here.' 'I am here.' All the earth can do when faced with that much heat is - To understand it To love it To forgive it Because all things long to be held. Even - Fire. If I ever was a LEAF, I would fly to the land of fairies. And I'd rest on a top of a mountain... And in a volcano I will indulge in adventure... And in the fall I would hide on the sidewalks... And in the winter I will rest in the shade... And I will blow in the wind... and I will swim in the rain... and sweat in the heat... But all I would really want is to be picked up. *Image by Sigrid de Vries – Frensen
Woven golden threads
In the palms of my hands. Shooting stars Up to Mars. Taking flight Spreading light. Blinding strangers Carrying angels. They travel far Move through cars. In an unstoppable flow Believe me, they glow. What would I do without their kind? Perhaps I'd lose my mind. For one thing I know for sure: Life's pain would be too much to endure. |
AuthorTamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog that may, or may not be, of any significance to anyone other than herself. If you found her lil' life lessons, stories, poems and blurbs meaningful to you, well that's f**ing amazing! Comment and share so she can pat herself in the back - she doesn't do that nearly enough. Cheers. Categories
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