Wake me up (Prose – Inspired from the song)

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wake me up when dreams are real
guns laid down
soldiers home
wake me up when sadness walks another road
seeking is found
goals achieved
wake me up when the starving are fed
crops flourish
drought an unknown word
wake me up when bombs don't hit the earth
politicians speak truth
gain is not just monetary
wake me up when the blind can see
ears can hear
voices are heard
wake me up when disease is cured
limbs are able
minds are clear
wake me up when animals are not tortured
caged to fight
or set upon
wake me up when I feel lost
my path unclear
crossroads of life
wake me up when tears of pain fall
from animal or man
cries unheard
wake me up when broken hearts are healed
lovers feel no pain
those we lose remain
wake me up when my hands and mind aren't heavy
thoughts of what's to come
what life will bring
just wake me up ~ when it's all over

 

oh and sorry for the advertising!

©jmtacken Jan 2014

Another day (Prose)

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in the stillness of the morning……

darkness dissipates leaving a haze of

darkened blue

before the sun rises

birds call their morning song

in the early hours when life slumbers

in houses

down my street

bleary eyed I sit in coldness listening

to the world awaken

another day, another breath for some

who are deemed

fortunate

for others whom I write about

no birds will sing for them

 

~~~

©jmtacken 6th November 2013

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It is early, I couldn’t sleep, I have been busy writing the Service for tomorrow, so my apologies if you have missed me. This is what came into my thoughts a few moments ago.

Rambly – I am what I am tonight

Tonight there is a gnawing in my stomach
a mini marathon ran exhausted
everything seems a little too much ~ close the walls around my grey cells
I do not wish to think ~ I am not myself tonight
children of adult age bear grievances
do not speak ~ lack of love ~ sibling annoyances
horses at the barriers ~ the gate may open ~ but they choose to hold
and not accept themselves ~ both running the same race only
in different directions
parents ageing taking on their pain ~ watching memory wash away
life slipping by ~ a battle that cannot be won
witnessing struggles beyond my ability to help
having my father say “I don’t want to leave you”
can I explain how that rips me apart
earning my keep nine hours spent with whispers that are seen
unwelcome ~ try as I may will this change yet I think
is it me not them
matters to attend to ~ what energy I possess will not
allow what has to be done
friendship lost for reasons unknown
hard to question why
day of not having to think ~ or help ~ or question ~ or ask
or plead ~ or cry ~ or vent ~ or whinge ~ or try to mend ~ or try
to heal ~ or feel sadness ~ or wish there were answers to  ~ to have
no dramas
this is all I ask
I am known as ‘the organiser’ something needs doing
turn to me
tonight I do not wish this anymore
being a mother – giving all I ever could ~ yet sometimes
I feel not appreciated ~ should I ask that I am
I suffer not from illness ~ depression ~ or physical pain
yet when did I lose myself and why
do I feel this way ~ maybe just today
hopefully just today
I look at life through different eyes
I write this not for sympathy
or comments to stay strong
this is how I am right now
tomorrow I hope will be
different

Writing whilst listening to a song from the Moby CD

stones kicked, dusty jeans
worn out boots, jus’ walkin’
watchin’ the sky, the sunset

simple things, beauty in the
illuminated skies
daylight and nightfall

watchin’ the clouds roll over
the sun giving one last
burst before the rain

hands in pockets daydreaming
smelling the rain ’bout to fall
all by myself

thinkin’ would diamonds
give me wealth or the simple
things like a walk deep in thought

breath in the sights
kick the stones don’t
need diamonds

for beauty is up high
and below and all around
kick the stones with dusty boots

heaven all by myself

What more do we want in life?

After a wine or two

Yes I put this as a Category and sometimes I have written after I have imbibed in the demon drink alcoholic beverage.

This evening, yes it is night in my part of the world – its 11.59pm  and ‘my bad’ as I have imbibed.

So forgive me with whatever I manage to type and also forgive any typing errors (though I will do a spell check if I can make sense of the red underlined words) and what springs forth from my brain, for I am not writing consciously  – from the words of someone we all know – ‘for they know not what they do’..in this case I am the ‘they’. Are you confused yet … I am.

EVERYONE has mentioned in one blog or another that Christmas makes them melancholy, think of their life thus far, think of the future..what could have been ..what is to come, or why this time of year makes us reflect on situations more than before.

How overwhelming are our lives? What do we set out to accomplish? We are born..we live…we die, but sometimes this is questioned because we feel there must be something more? Do we appreciated the lives we have?  Are we happy with our mere existence? Should we do more for others than what we perceive is enough?

Let’s face it – none of us want to die. We are happy where we are and to a degree who we are.

BUT do you ever get the ‘there must be something more than this’ thought?

Do we wish to accomplish greater things? Or perhaps we want to leave the world knowing that we have done something spectacular, to be remembered by, to make a difference. Or do we feel like running away?

Is it a matter of I haven’t accomplished a great deal, there are things I need to do, I feel lost, I feel that there has to be more to my life than what I am doing or have done till now.

I think most of my followers are younger than I (or that is the impression I have) and I wonder if they feel as I do now.

I could prattle on till the cows come home (expression) and I wrote this thinking …my life, this is all I have…can I go to my grave knowing that I should have given more..accomplished more.  Is that only for self gratification?

As one gets older as I am doing, these thoughts occur to me more and more. I do not know how much time I have, no one knows, our time on this planet is limited, we cannot turn back the clock.

We are simply beings in a Universe that live our lives day to day, whether we accomplish what we want or are gratified by our mere existence is up to us as individuals.

To make a mark, so that others know you existed ..is that what this post is about? As an example –  writing posts, shall these be remembered in years to come? I think not. I shall be remembered when I am no longer breathing air as a mother, one who tried her utmost to provide, to console, to advise, to love her children. I shall hopefully be remembered by Mr. S and by my family and friends as someone they could rely upon, who brought them laughter, who could write, who was always there for them.

Surely this should be enough? It’s raining outside, through my window I hear the drops hit the pebbles on the ground, it is late,  I am tired and have rambled on enough..Good night to those that have read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

1,816 Visitors- Thank you WordPress

What can I say?

Whoever thought when I started this humble little blog site through WORDPRESS that I would have accumulated so many people reading my gibberish?? I for one certainly did not.

I have raved and ranted and dribbled for the last three and a bit months about not necessarily the most exciting or thought provoking topics on this planet since I started at the end of July and did not think that I would even have 1 follower, 1 like, or 1 comment,  but I have over that time, learnt that’s what a blog site is all about.

You can be but a singular voice amongst a casts of thousands.

So many sites about life, fears, phobias, photography, personal hardship, personal goals…such an array of works… everyone sharing their lives in the open for all to see.

Through this I have found an affinity with so many people.

If it wasn’t for your site I would never have met or known of people around this world and for that I express my gratitude.

So this Post/Blog is to say THANK YOU WORDPRESS for giving people like me a simple suburban woman living in Australia who lives a pretty much normal existence the power of speech… an outlet to be able to say what her thoughts are, publicise whatever is on her mind at any particular moment of the day or night.

I have met and made friends (though only in the ‘virtual world’)  because of this. People actually care and comment about what I have written ( at least I think they do) and through your site you have made it possible to read, absorb and learn from so many others that contribute to it.

Yes there are sites that have had thousands of visitors and thousands of followers…but I am content with whom have liked, commented and followed my little site of ramblings. I get to share my emotions, my photos, my thoughts with people around the world whom I shall probably never meet and to me that is PRICELESS. I treasure everyone who visits me, everyone who comments, everyone who follows. I did not start this site to have a thousand followers. This site is not about vanity. This site is being able to share with people in the hope that you may connect with them…not a numbers game.

Hopefully I can continue being able to reply to everyone’s comments as I feel that they are all special for taking the time out of their busy lives to follow me and comment on what I have written.

They have all made me laugh or shed a tear and be in awe of their writing skills.

There are SO many talented people in this world, and through your site you have made it possible to see them in an otherwise unknown realm.

I do not write this for adoration or to be recognised. I write this because I feel that you have allowed me to be who I am. You have never met me I am a number or a name logged into your site..nothing more nothing less..but you have opened doors. You have by way of having this site have allowed me to meet amazing people and read posts from people unknown to me…and because of that I feel I am part of their lives be it ever so small.

So I end saying Thank You WordPress for having the insight to allow people to write what they may, share what they will and in doing so meet new friends and enjoy others in this ‘virtual world of ours’.

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