Thinking done here, someplace special
I tend to keep you to myself
I think I’ll call you, The Sleeper
That way I don’t have to share you with anyone else
You understand where my mind is
That isn’t an easy thing to do
Thank you for the beautiful picture
Your words, too
Hurry night, I’ve something waiting!
I have dreaming of tomorrows to show you
Wild thoughts I continue to prepare
Oh! What my mind does for you.
Proving what you can do, will do.
I lift you up through the clouds
I love to watch you strut about!
Thoughts of you, anticipating
Tomorrow, I beg you to open up
Show me what you’re needing
Maybe you’ll consume all of me
Tomorrow, you suit my dreams
I know my mind, I know it well
It isn’t safe
I shouldn’t go
Oh, but I will
Artistic doodles on a page
I won’t write what I want to say
Ancient alphabet across my paper
A message dances within these letters
Blue ink in my pen
For purpose, the invasion seems driven
My name written over and over
A reminder of who I am
Fierce places for my mind to travel
A desire to fill my needs
Writing of love it shall be
Wake me when it is over
The party’s over
The bags are packed and by the door
Don’t you dare leave me, not again
You’re gone gone gone
I’ve loved you forever and back
You’ve been here since the beginning
I’ve not had to ask for your forgiveness
You understand what I’ve been through
A similar path, me and you
Lost in translation for others, it is true
I promised to tell a story
This I will do
Get back here!
Right now!
Where have you gone?
Did I, your sister, say you could go?
Sadness sets in, but I refuse to let it take me.
It wasn’t my intension to let you get away so easily.
Back to life you and I must journey.
This vacation is killing me.
Puffy eyes, have I.
I’m acting pitifully.
Get over it, Aud!
This, my dear, reality.
Happy New Year!! Thanks for an awesome ending to 2013. I can’t even begin to describe my feelings towards 2014.
This next year is going to rock. I feel it deep down. I hope you feel it for yourselves, too.
I’ll be here just doing what I do, but the beat will be a lot louder from here on out. Can you handle it? Hold on, it’s about to get crazy up in here!!
Happy New Year!
You.
You did it.
Without knowing, you did it.
What I feel, without knowing, you did it.
You.
You made it.
My heart beating fast, you made it.
What I hear, my heart beating fast, you made it.
You.
You created it.
My mind racing, you created it.
What I think, my mind racing, you created it.
You.
You sense it.
Without admittance, you sense it.
What I am, without admittance, you sense it, too.
Charished and effortless reactions had been lost with distance.
Now welcomed back in with monumental excess, as we familiarize once again.
So simple is life when they’re along for the ride, I’ve found my peaceful heart.
Looking into familiar eyes long over due, man just look at you.
I can’t get enough of sibling love and only a few more days have we.
Come along back to Texas with me, please?
We’ll change lives together, forever a team, you and me.
Tears
In a woman, show her heart.
Anger
In a woman, reveals her truths.
Sadness
In a woman, is real.
Smiles
In a woman, define her peace.
Laughter
In a woman, proves her happiness.
Silence
In a woman, might as well mean death.
Traveling an ice storm
Weeping tree wears a crystal glove
Weight on my shoulders
It just isn’t getting any better, is it?
“No, Audrey, there isn’t a Santa Clause.” Whispered Old Man Winter as he sat on my lap through western Oklahoma.
Stuck again…
A fast car driving me over rolling hills, closing in on out of control
Roller coasters holding and dipping me quick
Deep sounds of a guitar soothing my soul
Dark windows containing shadows to haunt me
Scary rooms with eerie noises to chase me
My anticipating a peaceful world, dispite of it all
None of it seems to fit in with what you just gifted me. Born; a new adrenaline.
Counting the days, now it’s hours, it seems.
Coming to you, darlings, it’s no longer a dream.
Talk me through my travels, we’ll be just fine.
Not visions of sugar-plums, do I see.
Only me steamrolling you to the floor this Saturday eve.
Prepare, my loves, be waiting for me by the door.
Oh what joy! Christmas with siblings, I couldn’t ask for more.
Get ready, I’ll be searching your eyes. Are you okay?
No, I’m not, but I’ll be just fine.
Pull the reins of the beast that controls our time.
I’m yours and you are mine, this Christmas.
I’m leaning on Julie Andrews this morning, I’ll always love her. Don’t mess with the Sound of Music, it’s just fine the way it is. Okay, that’s my two cents. Can we all move on now?
Oh the news, oy vey! In other news, I’m about to make my WordPress friends all cringe with talk of damsels in distress. Not a normal stance for me, but I needed to remember why we all believe in love. I need to remember. Continue reading
Learning how to take care of myself, my childhood.
Self controlling my every move, a teenager.
Searching for a way out, a young adult.
Arming myself for life through books, an adult.
Trusting someone enough to live with them, a newlywed.
Mending a broken heart because of disconnect, a wife.
Forgiving those who stole my trust, a mother.
Understanding those young parents who raised me, a woman.
Here I am, when does the education stop? Where’s that happy ending?
Around every corner a lesson to be learned.
Life’s seriousness never ends.
A place to relax, a shoulder for trust, to hold on longer is asking too much.
A lifetime of breathing through prayer, seems not enough.
Hey, I can’t really see anything.
Then don’t look at anything.
Anything? Is he the big guy?
Artists
Bold; Oh yes, brave, it seems.
Dexterous; without a doubt the master.
Humble; a knock it out of the park courtly quality.
Visionary; audacious idioms used by a thought-provoking muse.
You Sir, armed with peace and love, you lived.
You Sir, Father of a Nation, you lead humanity.
You Sir, generous hearted and brave, chose to be a man.
You Sir, prepared to live or die for equality, sat out a belief.
You Sir, had a fist pump across the world, triumphed over fear.
You Sir, changed hearts forever, grasping equality will persevere.
R.I.P. Neson Mandela
At the end of the day a brown mending basket and sewing kit sit next to the bed,
Buttons to sew and seams to stitch all in a neat pile, please fix this, they said.
When did Grandma Elsie’s patching duties submit themselves to Audrey?
Choosing to blink, now dreaming of ingredients to couple with yeast.
Yes, its possible, a modern woman working the flour, is it only me?
Will recipes materialize, should be better than the garbage we eat.
Slow progression to Great Grandma Elsie’s bakery, it seems.
I look in the mirror at this red curly, crazy hair.
I can’t help but see her familiar stare.
Who the heck is this person I see,
When did I
become
Elsie?
It pains me to consider what I’d do if my bookshelf went up in flames today.
I find this little show and tell situation a bit daunting. Who could choose just five books? Well, I know I couldn’t, let’s start there. I decided that in order to make this a bit easier on myself, I’d simply choose one from each shelf on my bookcase.
No, I didn’t go and rearrange my favorites in order to save them. I think that limiting myself to a shelf at a time helped to increase the atmosphere. You know it fed into that philosophical way of thinking that we all share:
RULES IS RULES, PAL!
I’m quoting Spanky from the Little Rascals, incase you need a reference. He’s President of the He-Man Wuman Hater’s Club, if you want his credentials before agreeing to my strict guidelines. 😉
1. A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness – I choose this novel based on the way the author writes her men. My heart starts beating faster just thinking of Harkness’ Matthew. This one is an extreme guilty pleasure because it’s about vampires and witches. Two photos come to mind when I think of this book:
2. The Bible. No other explanation needed if you’ve been reading my blog for any time at all. I relate to Moses. Kindred souls, are we. Well, not the killing, the breaking of the Commandment tablets or 40 day walk, but more like,
Exodus 4:10 Moses said to the Lord, “O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue.” 11 The Lord said to him, ” Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the Lord? 12 Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say.”
Yeah, more like that measure of Moses, the burning bush version.
3. The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
Have you ever needed to go so far deep into yourself to find courage that continuing on down the black hole of your soul frightens you? And then were you shocked that you found peace there? You, too? We should talk.
4. Fall of Giants by Ken Follett
I’m choosing this one, because I started it thinking my friend, Wendie, was crazy for recommending a book this size. I didn’t have time to read this beast of a book. The book was humongous, extremely historical and most of all…bloody fantastic. I never thought this genre would sweep me off my feet, but it has a way of going about it. Sneaky, it is!
5. As You Like It by William Shakespeare
*** “All the world’s a stage
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts …” ***
We must remember to play each of our given roles, am I right? Oh, I think we need coffee for this one. Nothing like a good story about reconciliation and forgiveness, the countryside, forests of France and a chance to read about every aspect of love in one place. What am I doing? I can’t even begin to find the words for how much I enjoy this one.
That’s it, I’m done!! Play along or don’t play. It really doesn’t bother me either way. That rhymes… 😉
( I hope there is never a fire, because this little “get to know me game” stressed me out. Hope my books forgive me.)
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 