A touch of an echo

Voices fill the empty spaces
Caught up in the social graces
Simply words that lift the soul
Making whole.
New sentences start anew
swirling in a void of then
when normalcy seemed commonplace
no disgrace.
Maybe he’s crazy, maybe I am too
but no matter to the wicked mad hatter
’cause were all the same
in the grey matter of a creative brain.
Now days like these seem just the same
letters backwards and forwards
reading what lies in between
perhaps just that, another strange dream
caught up in the knowing
it’s just you, and it’s just me
in the space of moments
passing without notice,
and the band keeps playing
though no one’s listening
’cause it just ain’t the same
when I was young there was no thought
just what was
what is
and that was that or so it seemed.
I never payed no mind
to the drama in their heads
just a touch of the sickness was all that was ever said,
and we woke up early
ate our cornflakes like good folks,
money don’t grow on trees and the powdered milk,
it just never seemed to go bad.
Now we hang our heads in disbelief
at the modern tales of common truth
goin’ crazy over the little things
and I listen to my endless tunes
reminiscing with the band from the little river
locked in my own world apart
gonna start I think,
asking myself of the deeper things
but never knowing where to start.
How did we get here,
relying on the voices for absolution,
sleep tight child,
it’s all gonna be alright
and I searched for an image of confusion
and the symbol showed his face once again,
perhaps messages from above,
but I’m just a quiet dove,
ain’t cryin’
just questioning like my psyche does,
still crazy after all of these years
and that’s okay
I find my peace there
like a forgotten corner bar
where I still know my name
and am welcomed,
pull up a chair
can I get you some iced tea
and we’ll talk just like yesterday
before you flew away.

Still living with the reverberating echoes. Was searching the Google archives, my mind on a track just looking for the right image, and of course, once again my purple soul crops up, yes I suppose it fits the confusion of this day and age….just letting words flow where they may…gotta be me…letting the freak flag fly once more…just gotta. peace and keep the groove going this fine weekend, be alive, be merry and be whole. K

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21 thoughts on “A touch of an echo

  1. Thank you, some days more soul than others….this one was just a channeled piece…I let my brain run free, a lot,of,times, those end up as the best. Not sure if you could marry a Poem but I do find the concept nice in a way. Peace and love, K

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  2. Thanks B, sometimes those things just crop in there, glad you enjoyed too 🙂 playing catch up today, over 200 emails….serves me right for spending too much time shopping 🙂

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  3. Thanks, chuckling and in love with life today…..sometimes you gotta let it fly, thanks,for,being here for my party of words and glad you enjoyed it, sometimes the mind just runs…..I let it….or else it gets weird……

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  4. Let the freak flag fly! I love how you let words flow so beautifully. Always hits one heart string or another. ❤

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  5. Thanks Margarisa, wish I could take total credit but sometimes my head goes on auto and I just let it fly it’s flag where it may. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes perhaps only to my mind.
    Glad you enjoyed,
    Peace and freakiness,
    K

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  6. I often try to put myself in his shoes, wondering if….he must have put on a good act, hiding the pain behind the closed doors and pills to relieve…..hats why I,think they’re finally figuring it out, pain can only be dulled for so long…..pills won’t work forever…and that there’s got to be a better way…..sigh.

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  7. You gotta get one, it’s good exercise on rainy days and were in for a tropical storm….if nothing else, draw the blinds and laugh at the effort…it’s what I do….so much fun, belly laughs I tell ya😊and for 5.99$ priceless laughs at that….just keep the YouTube camera away or I’ll look like chewbacca mom😊

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  8. Actually I’m in a kind of mellow place tonight, just letting the brain run amok…no holds barred, I let the creativity flow…listening to love rollercoaster…how fun is that…no fears, I’ll sleep like a babe….happy Friday night, no dancing shoes on….perhaps a little hula hoop practice tomorrow…I bought one, OMG…ain’t got much rhythm I must say….it makes me laugh and feel silly…a good thing, except Apple walked into it and got a plastic nose bump….was a bit freaked out…now she keeps her distance…that’s what you get at 48 years (oops, did I tell you Aunties old age? Oh well, you were gonna find out…haha) turned loose with a Wallmart hoop😬 hooping like a mad woman…till I throw my back out or something goofy…peace and love to you Miss Tre, hugs to J monster too🙃

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  9. You make me happy to be alive…

    It’s what you do with words… I just cannot get enough of… Especially here:

    “Maybe he’s crazy, maybe I am too
    but no matter to the wicked mad hatter
    ’cause were all the same
    in the grey matter of a creative brain.
    Now days like these seem just the same
    letters backwards and forwards
    reading what lies in between
    perhaps just that, another strange dream
    caught up in the knowing
    it’s just you, and it’s just me
    in the space of moments
    passing without notice,”

    I sense when you’re aching. I know when there is pain.

    Tomorrow is anew. And, you will be too. Rest well tonight, Kim 🙂

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