Nightmare

Night Creeper you haunt my dreams

Your midnight eyes look through me

You come to me with blackened sky

Your death has left me wanting

Let me be

You frighten so

I try so hard to let you go

But still you peak

You listen not

With ragged bones I hear you walk

Night Creeper I beg you still

With parting lips I speak
My mouth is dry
My tongue is numb
I hear no words I seek

The darkness fades with morning light
With weary heart I wake
Still you wait with patient hands
Til daylight turns to night

You have a voice

As a writer and as a human being, so many things inspire me.
Texture, sound, taste.
Smiles, laughter, tears.
Words, music, lyrics.
Nothing inspires me more than human nature.
Jason Mraz has been an inspiration to me for years.
He is a musician, a poet, a humanitarian.
He takes his God-given talent and he uses it to make good.
I follow his blog and recently one of his stories hit me harder than usual.
Mraz has been traveling in Ghana recently and has posted his ventures revolving around a non-profit organization called Free the Slaves (http://www.freetheslaves.net/) that he has become acquainted with.
I was saddened....I was disgusted....I was embarrassed for mankind.
There are 27 million slaves existing in the world today.
These people need a voice.
I truly became inspired in reading about a song Mraz posted that inspired the trip to Ghana. I read the story carefully, clicked play, and then opened my heart.
I closed my eyes, swung my hips, raised my hands to the sky, and let my tears flow freely.
I am free......
Thank God I am free!
I have struggled so long with my writing, but now I have a new reason to write.
I want to share my voice.
I want to inspire others.
I want to make a child smile.
I don't have an abundance of money to give to charity, I don't have a private plane to take me to Third World Countries, and I don't have the luxury to give all my time to assist those in need.....but I do have a voice.
And my voice can get pretty loud.....
Do something good today. Make someone laugh today. Give your love today.
Here is the link to listen to the song that inspired Jason Mraz and many others to share their voice. http://www.myspace.com/lucreynaud
Feel the words with your heart.
Raise your hands up to the sky and thank the Lord that you are free!

Forgotten Star

I followed you....all my life
Until one day I forgot about you
I lost my way
My room was dark
The laughter was gone
My pockets were empty
My body was hungry
I have lost my way
I looked for you
The midnight sky looking down on me
Blinking his sleepy eyes
My loyal star
Still waiting for me to find my way
I closed my eyes and made a wish
I have not forgotten
I reached in my pocket and pulled out a kiss
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sea
The wind on my skin and the salt on my tongue
I opened my eyes and my star was still there
Waiting for my next wish

So very lost....

I have ideas.
I have so many wonderful, enchanting, whimsical ideas racing through my head.
I have outlines.
I have poems.
I have words traveling in and out of my thoughts.
My fingers start typing, and I get lost.
Lost in fear.
Lost in regret (what if?).
Lost in the unknown.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Just write......they tell me.
Can I tell YOU something?
It's not that easy....it's not that simple....it's so much more complicated.
I write.
Then I erase.
I print.
Then I throw it away.
I know, I know....I need therapy.
So it is.
This is me.
Raw. Naked. Flesh.
Tears. Smiles. Laughter.
Scared. Excited. Nervous.
At least I'm here.....doing what I love.
I am thankful. I rejoice in my blessings. I promise to work hard.
Right now I just write....I'm not thinking, I'm just writing.
My thoughts are one with my fingers. Typing away as my mind speaks to my body. This was my husband's advice. Don't think too much. Just do it. Just write it. Let it come naturally.
So I will try this.
I will allow myself to be scared. Allow myself to cry. Allow myself to be nervous.
But I will still write.

Returning to the Hundred Acre Wood

As I step back into the familiar woods, I am immediately humbled by the beauty of friendship and the simplicity of laughter, life, and honey. I have been a fan of A.A. Milne since I was a little girl and as an adult I admire his work and his wise, witty lessons. His simple characters come to life and bring joy to your heart the minute you begin to read. Winnie-the-Pooh fills me with whimsy, joy, and plenty of giggles. The House at Pooh Corner pulls your heart strings as you witness the kindness of others and say good-bye to the dearest of all boys, Christopher Robin (a nickname my sister has called me since she was a little girl).

As I opened Return to the Hundred Acre Wood by David Benedictus, I was skeptical. Authors have continued the legacy of other writers for years......L. Frank Baum, Jane Austen, and Bram Stoker to name a few. I admire these writers who take on the task of proceeding with a work of art composed by another. I am always skeptical. But David Benedictus was a poet, a master....a writer. He continued the legacy of A.A. Milne with dignity, mastery, and poise. Who am I to judge? I am nothing but a humble admirer of a bear full of stuff-and-fluff.....a donkey with an attitude, and a genius owl who can't spell O-W-L!!! If you have never been to the Hundred Acre Woods, go there! Open the book and laugh with your children. Walk through the forest and listen for bees, jump over a babbling brook, and hunt for Woozles. You will not want to come home....but you will be so very satisfied when you leave!

Here I go....

As I graduate and I enter the next phase of my life, all I can think about is writing. Books. Words. A timeless realm to escape and enjoy fantasy, history, and childhood. People ask me, what are you going to do next....and the truth is....I don't know. But I know I will write. I will begin here....on my blog. I want new followers and I want my old followers (thank you to all 3 of you!). This is where it begins.....but this is NOT where it will end!
I am all yours.....your secret poet

I love this quote....

"Now and then we had hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates."
Mark Twain