Blue Rose Tattoo

Whenever I think of my childhood
There will be memories of you and I
I knew we would always be together
But this is not what I had in mind


We were born as cousins
But sisters under the skin
Even with your little brother
We had the best childhood then


I wanted to hate God
That day he took you away
Why would he let that man
Murder you that way


Every time I see blue roses
They make me think of you
They are the perfect match
For your beauty shining through


You come to me in my dreams 
I see you standing there
You look at me with a smile
And tell me you’ll always be here


You say your work here is not over
God has picked you with his own hand
To continuously look over my shoulder
And keep me safe while on this land


It’s been said that angels
Are sent from heaven above
Now you are my guardian angel
Whose heart is filled with love


I have a tattoo of blue roses
You’re forever in my heart
I can’t say goodbye to yesterday
For me it’s just too hard.


In loving memory of Sandra Ann Bass

What's Wrong ?

The drops of rain

unceremoniously tear

the petals

from the roses,

leaving them

battered and broken

on the cold

uncaring earth,

echoing the tears

flowing

from my eyes

that were

squeezed

cruelly

from my heart,

one

beat

at a time

because of

your selfishness.

They pool

on my face

and you

have the

unmitigated gall

to ask

"What's wrong?"

Fantasy is beyond reality. Or, is it?

Reality can be a dream coming true. 
Sometimes, reality is unbelievable like some dreams.
Fantasy is infatuation with that which will never be reality.
When our dreams become reality, it's like living a fantasy.


Where does the circle end?


Reality can be, "I wish I was sleeping."
In my dreams I would be in a reality that would turn into a fantasy when I awaken.
In reality, I know for a fact my dream was a fantasy.


When dreams come true, whether the sleeping dreams, or the fantastical dreams, they become reality.
So, your fantasy that you dreamed is now your reality.
Conscious dreams can come true, which means you can live in a fantasy world. 
You can dream and fantasize but you have to make sure those dreams and fantasies don't go beyond reality. 
In conclusion, dreams or fantasies can come true as long as you are true to your own reality.


I believe I have over-thought my definitions of reality, dream and fantasy and have come very close to confusing myself. I obviously have way too much time on my hands and need to leave the coffee alone.

Becoming a blogger? Am I crazy?

For quite some time, I have considered starting a blog. I don't have a clue why. I don't even read that many blogs, it just seems like something that I can do at work during my down time. I spend 12 hours at a time in a chair in front of 3 computer screens, one of which is a 48" flat screen. It gets a little boring at times. 


I try to find creative ways to entertain myself. I get tired of watching television, so I listen to music. I get tired of the noise, so I read.  Then the phone rings and scares the crap out of me. I do my job which may take all of 10 minutes from one phone call, if that much, and go back to doing whatever I was doing to begin with. 


I don't keep a diary, I keep random thoughts on scraps of paper. I have dozens of small journals with hundreds of random thoughts. Many of which mean absolutely nothing to anyone but me. It keeps my brain functioning on something besides time stamps on a computer screen or a giant map with GPS locators of vehicles that I have to control.


I do random altered art projects, which many times consists of cutting things out of magazines to make other things. I hope to post pictures of some of my projects on here eventually. 


Some days, I ramble on about random thoughts, some days I have a focused idea. There are times that I get pissed and get on my soapbox and rant until I feel I have emptied that thought process for the moment. 


I guess I can say this is the start of a new chapter in my life. A way getting a multitude of unorganized thoughts on "paper".  My thoughts meander and much of the time my brain is like a kaleidoscope, ever changing and producing new thoughts and ideas. 


Welcome to my kaleidoscopic meanderings.