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Carving My Own Path

1. Why Bother?
2. I Need You To Survive.
3. Western Short
4. DRUNK!
5. Frequency Level

Featured Video: 
Is It Getting Harder To Laugh? 
                Laughing
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WHY BOTHER?


Why do I bother to Dream

... releasing frustrated scream

Folks think I’m mean.

Why do I bother to write

Every day, every experience starting to look alike

Why bother to be nice

When most folks ways just make me colder than ice

TENSION got me in a vice

Why bother to look forward

when everything stay the same

people playing games

fast and the slow lane

its insane

Why bother to dream

a go nowhere scene

malfunctioning transporter beam

Why bother to try

you hit a loop and cry

up walk the next lie

maybe I’m just... too sensitive, too shy






Who?

What would it take to make you see that I’m alive?
Wish I could be what goes through your mind.
I reach out but you don’t even see me, even when I’m screaming.
I’ve been watching you from afar… I’m not looking for a one-night stand
or a place for a broken heart to mend.
All I want to do is make you mine.
Again and again and again.
I will walk on water, run through fire and be all that I can.
No, you’re not ready I can feel it.
I’m not going to hate you for it but as soon as you get that feeling
…run to me.
This heart has been torn in two,
cut and bruised with too many bitter endings.
I survived the crash, survived the burn, survived the blues,
but I learned.
If I were invisible…
wait, I already am.



I
Need You To Survive...

      ...even though its you that’s killing me, my spirit.  Everytime I’m in a good mood.  
      You say, “How come you never call?”  
      But when I do that’s all you say.  With attitude.
      You say, “You don’t never answer your phone or front door and I know you at home!”  but you never really want anything.  Important.  
      You say, “A lot of people around here don’t even know who you are.  They never see you.”  
      Because I’m busy.  I don’t hang. Out.
      You say, “What do you be doing all day?  You ain’t got no job!”  
      Yeah but I’m still busy thinking.  Writing about... things, about the phone always ringing, somebody at the door, folks whining, crying and complaining about any and everything including me. With attitude.
      You say, “Deg... why you tripin’?  I just wanted, no needed somebody to talk to.”        
      But you don’t listen, you don’t realize I need that to.

Featured Video:

So What Side of The Fence Are You On?

Would Everyone Around You Agree With That?

                             Foot in mouth

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WESTERN SHORT
Speculative Fiction

     “What do you see when you look at me?”

     “I see a lazy buck that don’t carry his weight.”  The trail boss spat out.  “Now hitch up those wagons so we can get going.”

     Kemp went about his duties until the cook Chang approached him.  “Why do you bother talking to the big boss when you know he is an idiot?”

     His mouth did not move so Kemp knew he was a mind reader like himself.  Not one he could necessarily trust.  “I only just arrived and wanted to know what gender I was.”  Kemp replied in the same manor.

     Chang moved discretely between the mules.  “You are in luck.   The wise Choctaw Fala is among us.  I have been talking to him and learned much.  Did you know we are always paired in three’s?  Old young and middle aged.  I suspect you are the young one.”

     “Chang where’s my coffee?”  One of the hired hands barked from a distance as the fresh smell of cow manure saturated their nostrils.  “Lets get this wagon train moving.  There’s good land waiting for us in California!”  His declaration resulted in a hoop of cheers from the others.

     Kemp was old enough to know this would be a long grueling journey as he starred at his dark brown arms, one that he would not likely exist in for long.  But perhaps it would be an enlightening experience for his next placement.

DRUNK!

Just remember what I said...
even if my eye's are rolling around in the back of my head.

Keep me sitting up straight in my chair...
don't sweat me if I happen to grab you by the hair.

Ignore me when I curse you out...
only I know what that's really about.

Ain't really looking for a fight...
right now I'm just wound a little too tight.

Make sure I don't drink and drive...
keep me here, keep your party live!

Just point me to the toilet when the time is right...
what you'll see ain't a pretty sight.

Now leave me alone!  I'm trying to sleep...
I'm not thinking about no coffee or something to eat.

Next time you shouldn't let me in...
cause you know I'll do it all over again.

I won't remember what I did or said...
but what is chocolate doing on my forehead?

Featured Video:
Say, Goodby, Buzz off, Get A Life!
              Yell
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FREQUENCY LEVEL

                                       

                                       

                                       

     Kwende sat impatiently huddled in his tent waiting for the fierce sandstorm to blow over.  Impatient was how his people saw him.  Always dashing here and there.  His first wife called him a clumsy American cowboy forever swinging around kicking up sand and collapsing the tent.  Wife number two sat him down one day and explained to him that she needed a husband who was more laid back.  A man that did not always feel the need to compete; to always appear more knowledgeable than everyone else.  She rightly predicted his fast pace would lead to the end of their relationship sooner rather than later.   Kwende would unfortunately never know what it means to relax and approach daily life from a calm place within.  Always on stage, he was the complete opposite of his friend Koro.  Kwende observed how the people around Koro felt he was changing and didn’t understand it.  Mainly because people dislike change of any kind.  Especially if they become too attached or lack the ability to comfortably create and follow their own path.  Common courtesy is respecting the perimeters set by those around you.

              Koro didn’t see Kwende very often so tolerated his brief visits without bothering to point out every little thing he disliked about him.  Of course if Kwende were to alter his pattern and attempt to visit more often, Koro would require he change some his annoying habits in order to be tolerated.  It is said that you shouldn’t try and change someone but respect and accept him or her the way they are.  It is also true that no two people, related or not, is obligated to associate with each other.  It is a courtesy extended based on the individuals personal preference. 

              It would take a mutual desire to cultivate a closer relationship between Koro and Kwende- no matter how much compromising only one is willing to do.  Koros discovered he has a more interesting visit with someone he hasn’t seen in a long time apposed to the meandering gibberish that result from frequent conversations. The rarely seen guest is not likely to make false assumptions thinking they have the right to do or say anything they please in your presence.  They’re more likely to listen closely and take you more seriously.  They will not run in and out turning someone else’s home into a zoo of activity.  They will not bring a stranger or another uninvited guest to your front door expecting to get in.  If their smart enough to realize you don’t really like them very much, they will stop coming around altogether.

             Kwende recognize that for Koro, there is no room for compromise and currently below zero tolerance level.  He knew Koro was hoping he wouldn’t have to make an example out of someone to illustrate his point.  He refused to exist in a world where no matter what you say or do; it’s interpreted the wrong way.   A negative way.

             Kwende exited his tent as the dark cloud moved allowing the stark sun to start its poignant healing process.  Like the powerful transitions in nature, there was something unique about Koro that made Kwende want to maintain an association.  He had a feeling most people felt that way about the social recluse.  Even if they didn’t want to.  Even if Koro didn’t want them to.






"Its safe to say I love a variety of music and power thinking.

After watching The Social Network (fb) I was thinking hey I wish

I could do coding.  Then when visting youtube I put it together

and wanted to present videos people might never consider and

of course have to include an old school sermon we all need."

Peace & Blessings / Author Sherrie Lynn