I Still Believe(c) Singleton 2008
Fires
splashing
spitting,
snakes gone mad,
building anthills
in the garden...
Havoc raining
tea colored stories,
dripping,
slipping,
sepia maybes on the sunset....
But not today.
I believe in peace and love
and damned if
you're gonna
rain
on my
parade.
I still believe & I'll be damned if I do & I'll be damned if I( don't...so I just do! ;) GILYSVM
ReplyDeletesweetslb...."It is what it is" or so the saying goes....Nothin' bout it can be changed, but the take we have on it....
ReplyDelete"and so it goes"...
I try so very very hard to remember that
even chaos has it's
time at bat,
it's time to turn the page....
and remember
to weave the little ribbons we've learned....into something good...
"build a bridge"......
you said....
And though I never crossed it, I made it strong enough to carry me, bright enough to light the way there and back again...
I still believe....
and ILYSVVM2
My friend,
ReplyDeleteThe last few days have worn on me...
Agendas, and EGOs, and more Agendas and more EGOs...
they have pressed on my chest...
but i come here and read your words...
"I believe in peace and love
and damned if
you're gonna
rain
on my
parade."
And all of a sudden...
I feel like flying again.
You are the gift.
Time to dance,
Love to you, M
Maithri....
ReplyDeleteThe beautiful eclipse of the moon must have touched us all,
cast it's
sheer
petticoat of darkness
over the light,
dimmed our spirits
for it's you,
Skinny,
me,
Kimbies,
strangers in traffic, behind me in line,
out my kitchen window,
all wearing the heavy eyes
of
"I'm so tired",
and
still.....
we know better.
We know that sometimes
the only bridge,
the only stepping stone,
the only rung on the ladder left to climb,
is to believe.
Without that,
we all fall down....
And yes,
it's time to dance....
to hear the music
over
under
within
the everyday noise,
the lonely silence,
the gifted wind.
Peace, my friend,
wishing you the yellow butterfly
",,,,,,,,for every drop of rain that falls,,,,a flower grows."
ReplyDeleteYou hoe your garden lovingly Sing, and through the showers it shows.
I hear you...I hear you loud and clear....keep on singing...the world needs you...
ReplyDeleteBabs....."a flower grows"....I love that....We have torrids of rain today and by Tuesday my unkempt little lawn will be littered with tiny little weed faces, yellow and white,lavender even, stretching for the sky....The neighbors will have patience, praying that maybe this week, I'll mow....But I won't have the heart to shear the shaggy little mop heads of my accidental daisies....especially now.....
ReplyDeleteNo....You caught me preachin' again, huh? I'm gettin' old No, before you know it, I'll be that crazy little lady passing out homemade flyers in the Winn dixie parking lot.....:)
Peace~love my friends....
It's the only parade worth marching in.....
you saved me today from all of the above =peace for sure
ReplyDeletesandy....God bless you sweetie.....
ReplyDeletePeace Rocks~if only we could get the world to believe.....
I didn't read anything else as I said to Maithri the day I met him. Sometimes it's important to say what you want to say and not hear another voice. I'll read of course, but right now, I just want to tell you that I love being here. You have a gentle, kind voice and you have the heart of an artist. I'm an artist, so I know. You make me laugh with your "Hippy Art" because I grew up near Woodstock, NY. Just a few minutes away! I love the complexity of your work, your words, your soul. We're almost the same age, I'm just a few years younger. I like it here and will stop by often just to exhale. Thank God blogger land has conncected all of us. I love that I have met so many amazing people.
ReplyDeleteTake good care of yourself,
XO Suzanne
Suzanne....
ReplyDeleteYou are so very very right about Blogger....It has become the golden thread of friendship, and the tie that binds us....weaves us...I've been so blessed to have made friends, wonderful friends, in a world of virtual strangers. And I'm smiling at your hometown roots! We grew up here in the South, but, and it won't make much sense to you yet, I just named my new bike, "Woodstock"! LOL! It's a pleasure to meet you, so glad you wandered over....the door is always open
Peace~love
woderfully said. and great picture
ReplyDeletewilliam wren....Thank you. Peace....
ReplyDeleteSometimes you just gotta believe....
Hi Sweetie,
ReplyDeleteI just came back to exhale. I'm not feeling well today because I ran into a tree limb, but being here makes me smile. And I smiled even wider when I read that you named your bike "Woodstock." That is too amazing! It's funny, I live in CA, but all my family is back in the Woodstock area and I'm considering moving home and opening a shop/gallery in Woodstock. If I do, you are always welcome to visit and stay at our home. Always.
Although this is all virtual, it isn't to me. My friends are real. It's as if you all just live next door and all we have to do is walk out to chat. I never look at this as virtual. Isn't that odd? I know the friends I've made I'd invite to my home in an instant. I've met the most amazing people from all over the world and I'm so grateful for this medium. Without it, I wouldn't know you. Can you imagine not knowing these people?
Love you dear and thank you for such a warm welcome.
XO Suzanne
suzanne..... OMG! " I'm not feeling well today because I ran into a tree limb"! Are we sisters? Cousins? Oh, the stories we could share......:) And then you could fill little ole Woodstock in on his heritage! And no, sweet girl, I cannot imagine not knowing these people, it's been one of the best road trips I've ever taken......And the circle grows....
ReplyDeletePeace~love my friend