A Conversation Overheard

What frustrates people,
even believers,
is that God don’t put you
where you wanna be
but where you need to be.

‘Course, there are some times
when those two match up,
but the times
when they don’t,
that’s when you should ask,

“What is it you want me to be doin’?”

Map

Fate is for those with
a map,
with a place in this world.

God didn’t give me
a map
as They want me to be lost.

That’s the reason I am
here.

Symbiosis

How can I be anything more
than someone in need of the rain?
When there’s no one here beside me,
no one to listen to my pain?

If I speak to the clouds, maybe
words will be captured in each drop.
And they’ll spread out across the Earth,
from sideways and bottom to top.

She’ll attend to my aching cries,
offer avenues to be heard,
beckoning more storm clouds to come
to secure and channel my words.

Releasing burdens flowing through,
riding every temperate call,
increasing weight of the moisture
moving tiny droplets to fall.

Filling puddles with my troubles,
waters refusing to be still.
Waters received by the Earth,
for she’s the only one who will.

My troubles seep into her
and she adopts them to feed
the wanting grass and craving trees
and parched birds who soar free.

Consuming my naked sorrows,
they grow and stretch in their ways,
bathing and playing in my hurt,
hurt attached to all my days.

It’s clear my wounds are for their good,
as sustenance for all I view,
the strong becoming stronger
and now giving birth to the new.

This immortal sadness I feel,
she makes certain is not for naught;
as she hears every aching cry
and finds purpose in the lot.

Even so, the Earth to me now
will eternally be a bane.
How can she be anything more
than someone in need of my pain?

Change Unavoid

We are more divided than ever.

A world split by
race,
creed,
politics,
greed.

A people driven
by fear
into cycles of madness
and lack of sense,

lack of love.

Perhaps this is the reason
we are destined to destroy
our world
for the sake of ourselves.

If global ruin
is what is needed to bring
everyone together
for the common good,

then

perhaps this is the purpose
of what we refer to
as
climate change.

3 Days, 3 Quotes – Day 2

Thank you again to bellanoctis for giving me the opportunity to do the 3 Days, 3 Quotes challenge.

Today, I will nominate lolsyslibrary and prospermind to take on the challenge, if they choose to participate.

On to today’s quote, from a Neil deGrasse Tyson interview of television legend Norman Lear:

“What was Neil Tyson born for if not for this moment? And this moment is for me. The fellow holding the camera doesn’t know it, but he was born to be here now for me. And obviously, I was born 92 years ago to be here for all of you.”
-Norman Lear

I love this quote, especially for anyone who feels like they lack purpose in life. We are born for each other. That’s your purpose: to be here in this moment for whomever you are with, especially if that person is you. Be here for others, be here for you. Be here.

If you want to listen to the whole Neil deGrasse Tyson interview of Norman Lear, check out this episode of StarTalk Radio. If you only want to hear the portion of the interview from which I pulled this quote, it starts at just after the 50-minute mark.

Thunder… Thunder… Thunder…

I so want to exclaim, “ThunderCats, hooooooooooooooooo!!!!” but I can’t because this isn’t about ThunderCats or my now implied desire to be a long-haired lion hybrid with a small sword that can grow really big on command (you got to wonder about all of the sexual innuendos we missed in our cartoons when we were kids).

What this is about is the Encouraging Thunder Award!

WordPress award - Encouraging Thunder

An enormous Thank You to Gail from snapshotsincursive.com! She tells me she nominated me because of my gifts and talents, but in all honesty, I don’t see myself as gifted; I feel more like the alien riding the short spaceship. Anyway, her blog is filled with amazing recipes and wonderful pictures of the dishes she cooks up. You’ll also find flowerful photos along with an occasional reference to her adoring husband, Gerald, who sounds so lovely that I may just swoop in and steal him away. And I’m not gay, so that’s saying a lot.

The rules of this award are very simple, probably the easiest I’ve come across so far:

-Thank the person who nominated you.
-Nominate a few other bloggers.
-Don’t take credit for making the logo, because I’m assuming that would be bad. You know, lawyers and stuff. I guess.
-Share your story about your purpose in blogging.

See? Easy peasy deezy, Weezy!

My nominations for this award go to:

simpleheadgirl.wordpress.com
prospermind.wordpress.com
lolsyslibrary.wordpress.com

Check them out; they are all worth more than a good look. 🙂

My purpose in blogging is pretty simple: to write.

That’s all.

I started this blog back in August 2012 as a forum for writing practice during my first fiction writing class. “But wait!” you say. “Your archive only goes back to October 2014.” Yes, and that’s because no one read anything I posted through November 2013. Not one view. So I trashed everything and started over.

Version Two of this blog began in December 2013, focusing solely on poetry because I was now taking a poetry class. Let me tell you, my poetry sucked before that class. Somehow, my instructor (who was also my fiction instructor) worked a miracle and was able to bring something out of me. She would probably say she’s that damn good of a teacher, but I sometimes wonder if I was more inspired by her uncanny resemblance to Xena: Warrior Princess. Anyway, no one read my stuff the second time around, so in May 2014, I trashed everything and took a break to wonder why I bothered posting anything.

And so I stopped writing anything that could normally be considered a form of self-expression. And at one point, I really thought I was done with the whole blogging thing.

Then a funny thing happened one day in early October 2014. After an encounter I had with a lovely religious lady, I was feeling incredibly depressed and just started writing. I ended up writing a little piece called Living My Truth, which is so personal that I haven’t showed it to anyone, ever. I wrote it as if I was going to post it to my blog, but I didn’t. I just filed it away in a folder. But what that did was give me a nagging feeling to start blogging again. So late that month, I wrote a piece about the Oakland Raiders (my fave NFL team) and their troubles with getting just one win. It was about feeling like a constant failure, something I completely understand.

After that, I thought about posting short stories and poems, and so I did. I also began writing my thoughts on certain subjects, passing along what I call good music, and writing straight opinion pieces. It felt kind of strange to be writing on a regular basis again. And it was strange that the only motivation I had for writing was the simple act of writing, despite my desire to do something else. But the strangest thing that happened is that people were now reading what I was posting.

I don’t know why.

Maybe the third time really is the charm. Or maybe it was just time.