Writer's block

I live on writer's block
A quiet lane filled with thoughts
Where the scenery changes color and smell
Depending on what I have to sell
I control the decibels
I paint the sun a shade of yellow of my choosing
I decide if the river flows forward or backward

Yep I'm mayor of this town
I create the lawns with elves
I design the playgrounds
I know my way around

Sometimes its tricky
I get lost or trapped on a tiny road surrounded by walls on all sides
Then nothing is visible and I have to sit cross-legged on that road
And my pants get dirty... I hate that
Sometimes its just darkness there as I bump against the wall
Brick by brick they seem like borders I cannot cross
Then there's little I can do and no inspiration manages to shine through

It's then that I think of things that inspire me
The most powerful and important things in my world
Love and loyalty, faith and hope
Slowly I realize there's so much to write about
I create the walls. I create the barriers.

I can break them down

Writer's block can be a place or a thick brick wall
It's our choice. As most things are.
Open your mind and also your heart
There's so much to see, tons to feel and plenty to say.

So when your backed up against a wall...

I suggest start with graffiti. 

Children's Day

I remember what it was like being a kid.
In someways I still am
I remember being happy then.
In someways I still am.

For me back then an ant hill was an architectural wonder
In some ways it still is
I used to think  of my dad as a superhero
In someways he still is
My mother would always make everything better
In someways she still does

My wants were small, but ruthless
Somehow they still are

My idea of the world was magical
In someways the idea stayed

I believed in happy endings
Sometimes I still do

The playground was always exciting
This I guess will always remain

Being a kid , I felt everything would always turn out right
In some ways it did.

I sought friends I would keep for life
In some of them, I found friends for life

My toys were my companions
On some lonely days they still are.

Cartoons made my day
Some of them still do

Back then it wasn't about the iPhone, it was about the ice-cream.
Even now sometimes its about the ice-cream

Back then I believed in the goodness of people
Sometimes I still do

Not a lot has changed I guess
But somehow it has....

For the children in all of us. I'm glad they are in there...to sometimes still show us the way.

Psst....

Words are often suppressed by everyone. Especially by those who think with their head.
They may have a good heart, but perhaps a smarter mind. Their minds are editors and edit out words that seem unnecessary. A screening process if you will.

Then there are those who speak from their hearts. Without thinking and perhaps less careful. They mean well, Intentions are swell and yet more often than not they are banished to holy hell.

Speaking comes with many prior clauses and conditions. It isn't easy to say what you feel always. Perhaps most relationships would go kaput if you will. One has to choose his or her words wisely. Its the fine balance of your tippy toes that stand at the edge of a creaky wooden plank overlooking a sea of sharks waiting to devour you. We are editors of our potentially shocking conversations and we are liars and we cherish understating and use white lies to maintain our peace. We the speakers of our varied undertones.

We the mute. We the silent
We bravely think, we rarely speak.
We mouth rehearsed lines from a screened pre-approved script
Are we cowards?
Or are we smart?

In my silence I will hold my courage
And upon your silence, I will count on

And in our silences I will assume that life is a cloud bubble
with careful font.

And as we continue to live the way we are expected to, it must be disappointing for our unspoken words
Words that would perhaps change the world. May be not for the better. But different

As i mull over these 'pointless' thoughts
I invite you to mull over yours

One thing's for sure. Ours is a noisy silent world.

Dirty Rap

Smack I whack her head
Hmmmm was all she said
Do it right
And keep outta sight
Don't bob for apples
Later I'll buy you snapples
I've got so much to tell you
My life comes with a terrific view

Everyday I wake up to an uplifting beat
I wear shorts to avoid the heat
My mind is racing
My legs are pacing
A feeling of anticipation
Much like constipation
I see people scampering
Happiness hampering

Fat people blame the food
No  I don't mean to be rude
Shoot a gun in a way it ricochets
Launch your assault with trebuchets
Everyone has their defense
Just an observation, No offence
Its about power
We conspire while we shower
In the end its always about who controls the remote
Don't believe me? lets put it to vote

Spread I say
Open up, make way
Lets lay some brick
Make way for the prick
It'll be over with a scream
No not your life, your silly wet dream
I could grab you
Pull you along the floor
Or if you like I'll pull you up
Bang you against the door

Live a life that would inspire others
This and other good things, we learn from our mothers
Silly magicians pretend to hover
At least until some one blows their cover
Pretenders we all are
Age, sex, race no bar
Our cum soaked hankies reminders of an induced good time
Also can be confused for putrid slime

How do you choose to look at it?
Life is more than  the slow movement of a bouncy tit
My perception creates reality
Fellatio is not an abnormality
Grabbing her hair, I urge her to stop
Her hair reminds me of a filthy little mop
You give decent head
Hmmm... was all she said

She put on her clothes
It was fun she said,
I pretended to listen
Her eyes began to glisten

Come I said, I'll show you to the door
She wasn't in a hurry, I just couldn't stand her any more.

I cut a string

I watched her go

I cut a string

I watched her shine

Far and bright

I watched her smile

Haunting sin

I watched her refection in rivers deep

I dive in

I watched her fade

In the clouds within

I watched her with one recap

I have an inbuilt memory reel

I cut a string

I cut a string

I cut a string

She watched me go

My time, to win

The Beauty of being the Beast

I recon we've spoken. If we haven't, boy do I have something to say

I've come to the conclusion that what's right is what feels right.

As long as it doesn't affect yourself and others too much negatively..its ok to do what you want to do

You know what's right? Scarlett J. She's right. Ryan Reynolds may have a power ring, but he doesn't have her anymore. Poor Bastard. At most he can conjure up a green version of her.

That aside everyone gravitates towards the tried and tested. Everyone wants foolproof. No such thing.

Fools are a dime a dozen. I figure since fool proof isn't actually fool proof , might as well try new things...but in moderation. That's the only way its healthy. Makes for a good bumper sticker don't it? yuh.

I cringe at wanting something too badly. Its an ugly feeling.

Its ok to want things. Normal. But its important to remember there's a whole lotta things

The world doesn't stop.

There are a lotta options out there and plenty of experiences to be had.

So sometimes you have to let yourself go and enjoy it.

Its ok to be happy. Its ok to try new things. Its ok to really live.

It is ok to surprise even yourself. So if you find yourself doing something you thought you would never do.......its ok. Enjoy it. Relish it. Your life. You choose.

I like being happy.

So I've decided its not always about the beauty in things.

Sometimes its about the beast :)

Fight and Flight

Its a different life on a different day

Its the hot sticky month of May

Such a romantic past

A novel, right from the start

Nothing holds me captive

A free bird to all who can see

I can leap and glide

With the evening tide

Such a glorious moon

Shines and marks the coming of June

I forbid the wind to blow me away without my will

I do what I can, I do with skill

Punish the flaws, no dead roots in the way

The night is calm

As is my skin

My cool breath adds to the atmosphere

Helps its form

I am vegetated in awesomeness

I have tasted her

The present. She's glorious. Ever forming

In this formation I live.

Shes like a pregnant woman

I implanted her

Now i take care of her

So I leave a promising future

My will is to fly

I will and you will watch me

My will is to fly, this time without baggage

My will is to fly, this time lighter

My will is to fly, this time to soar

My will is to fly

Who says you need wings.