To be…or not to be

A night of magic
An eve of fun….
I could be a minion yellow
A happy Twinkie like fellow
Or a mermaid in an ocean deep,
or A sparkly neon orange pumpkin peep.
An eerie ghost in gossamer silk
A cowgirl with her black and white leather
A flapper girl with a peacock feather.
I could be a raven of deepest black
Or a Monopoly man with a snazzy top hat,
A sexy witch with a smoking brew
Or A rap star from 2live crew,
A football player with a tiny ball
An egg that sits high on a wall,
A cat that walks down alleys and streets
Or my husbands fave, a grilled cut of meat.
I could be a singer in hippie garb
Or a make shift pac man chasing ghosts
Now that’s an image I dig the most.
I could be you, my blogger friends
Like Wonder Woman and superman
Just flying high on Halloween.
But I’m no longer seventeen
Yet still able to be young and fun at heart
But to be Marge Simpson or even Bart
Can make me smile
And whistful too
Come join the fun
We’ve just begun
What will you be this Hallows eve?
Just leave a note or a suggestion too
Come now there’s still so much to do,
More candy to gather
And tricks to give,
So let me know when I see you there
What’s under the mask,
What’s hiding there.
Do you dare to play along my friend?
Or will this finally be the end
Of silly thoughts
And costumes dreamed
Excuse me while I let loose and scream
To set the mood
For frightening fun
Enough I guess,
Because now I’m done.

Orchestral universe

Singing to seasons
Drums throbbing beat fills the space
Compartmentalized machines move
As eyes fill with wonder and joy
Running rivers like rain
Here we go again.
Back to days and ages of yesterday
Music filling each pore
Turn it up
Turn it up
To sing the forgotten words
The tribe of Genesis.
Across ponds you may hear it
The steady yet erratic beating
Fills the body with rhythm.
In my life to date,
I’ve danced on volcanos
And gathered sand from deserts,
Touched the depths of oceans blue
And emptied sacks of tears.
Yet driving through this journey
Of time and endless space
Always brings me back
Feet planted firmly
On solid damp ground,
Yet head in the stars
Telling secrets born of love
Images of laughter and mirth
Gave birth to the soul
That sits here now.
As tears fall so happily
At finding an old friend
In the bottom of the music bin
And I listen
And I feel suddenly so alive.

I needed to change-up my music in the car this morning and felt an aching need to revisit the entire album A trick of the Tail. Driving damp dark streets and listening to the amazing drums on Squonk found me with tears in my eyes at the miracle of music, of how it can fill the soul with so much joy. The Windows moved to the bass and my mind moving to thoughts of when I first bought it and how I had never heard anything like it in my life. Moving from one track to the next as I looked to the cloudy skies knowing that somewhere Mad man moon sat smiling. Wow, what an amazing experience on this Wednesday. Do yourself a favor, pop in some music you haven’t heard in ages and just turn it up, live in the melody and just feel it all. Let me know what you’re rocking it out to today.
Namaste my friend, K

Amazing photo found at : http://wingsofdreamsshop.com/art/totem-masks/

Wishes found

Finding pennies
Collecting change in places
Turning on a dime
To reach down and gather
Wishes found.
Hole in pocket releases
Copper passed from hand to hand
To drawers of black
And back again
Slipping out
Along the way
Saved in jars for raining days
Scattered on the ground
Like a lowly piece
Not worthy to hold.
Wished upon
In fountains blue
Penny thoughts
From me to you.