Souls of the Past

CALLING ALL SOULS!!! The souls of my past. I'm reaching out to the forgotten few and the many along the way that were there on many unique and solid days. I'm asking and reaching out, to those who have mostly known me better than myself, pull up close with me, enjoy a glass of wine or tea. I'm singling you out. Let's have a memory or two for an appetizer and slip into the main course with some meaty news of the now. Write me something soft, maybe a poem, song, or word. I would welcome your company with open arms and extend my things to you, as you wish. Take or give, just plop down here and tell me a tale or two. It's been a long journey and while we're here let's make the best of it.

Sincerely,

Maladjusted Poet & Midwest Ashed on the floor.

New Work

Lent Success

I used to sit down with some pastels, markers, spray paint, or whatever else lent it’s self to me for the moment, and express these emotions onto a sheet of paper. My life has become so electronic since I left school that I hardly make the appropriate time to sit down with my thoughts and create.

Whatever world has presented it’s self to me is not welcome right now. I’m tired, working too hard, and exhausted at the thought of it. Keeping things simple usually seems to keep people out of trouble. It’s when you start to go in a different direction or push yourself out of your comfort zone that true colors of self come out. I don’t need that mirror now; it will just stand in the way.

Keeping an eye on the prize is difficult enough without almost loosing focus on the other important things. I think about rich CEOs that loose focus with wives, children, and even parents because of their lust for success. I am no where near that level of multi-tasking, thought interrupting, type of success, but I recently had a taste of what could happen if “focus” is lost.

Miss the ones that you should, worship only those that prove themselves, and cherish the journey you are on, the moment, before you make your next step.