
my skin looks like peeling paint on old weathered wood
i can remember it being smooth and tight
i can remember being strong and running fast
and my eyes had clear vision

my skin looks like peeling paint on old weathered wood
i can remember it being smooth and tight
i can remember being strong and running fast
and my eyes had clear vision

i used to post
about others, out of interest
and now, i am going to post things
that are my own thoughts and what i do. my own pictures and art.
i have a hard time focusing on myself.
it will take a huge change of the way i think
as i have always lived through others
i called it '"backing them up"...
if i am to live as a person, i need to
be involved as a person, with likes and dislikes,
with thoughts and words. With what i do and why i do it.
It is critical to be able to have people in my life and be considerate of them
while still being someone within myself. To have a portion of life that is responsibility for being a person. my self.
I don't need to be only for myself.
I don't need to stop being interested in others.
There has to be a balance, in all things.
The best way that i am able to work on this is to ask for God's help.
It is the best balance in the world, which meets the self with God first,
and all other things become balanced below that.
No other person or thing fills first place in my attention.
An so here I am. Being me.
Being given Love that is more like an understanding.
More like accepting, asking, waiting.
Less envy, less hatred, less judgement of myself and others,
less jealousy and less thinking in ways that humans usually think things should be.
I have felt bad for my relationships looking like failure to others,
but people like to judge what is right for the world,
and what is success and failure.
But having gone down this road for reasons that are more than i can figure out.
No one is better or worse because they are married or single, divorced or separated.
No one is better or worse for being or not being a grandparent.
I have listened to people saying that all I need is a grandchild to make my life full and right. I have no choice in what my daughters decide for themselves.
A few treated me less tan throughout my divorce, and after. Judgement, belief, ignorance, attitudes. People get judged unfairly everyday. We all do it. And I try not to get caught up in it.
So, these are the things that i continue to have to let go of, because there are feelings that i have, just like everyone else but I know that it is absolutely not my job to carry them anymore, because they get in the way of Love.
And there is no use living life that way. It has been my ruin enough times that i am starting to learn a tiny bit about it. Not that it will fix my failures. There is no going back in time or getting another chance or a do-over. It's is not about my success.
It is about love and how imperfect i am at it. I don't mind admitting that i am a total selfish and imperfect human. And i think that it is not a bad thing to realize my weaknesses in myself.
n.

thought – by n.
I am old now
i can say… to love
is also to grieve
to live
is also to have the bad
with the good
to see the ugly
and the beauty

my own small art

go ahead
hold on to the dull witted
negative chains
wrap them around your neck
like a talisman
don’t be caught-up
by the laughter
in her eyes
art . cactus . nmd

the way the heart moves
a beating pushing
pulling inhaling
the senses alive
dancing
we sigh
breathless
art and words: nmd . ©april 2021

i am many things
i am nothing
a human heart beating
feeling desire
feeling death creeping
closer than before
taking souls
names ring out
echo
become quiet
evil our demise
love continues
~nmd

i see what will be a picture. if you see it and the image catches your attention, you have your own meaning, story, thoughts. what you see evokes a feeling, thought, memory. what becomes of the things it evokes?
rise up your head
outa sleep
and all the fog of want
those
sorry ghosts
be gone
there is this
now
knockin’
askin you to
open your eyes to the day
kick worry in the piddley ass
tell it to
go-da the dogs
cause things
gonna be fine
the mind
finds the same
path
and takes it
unless
something
takes it another way
something
some
one
thing it could
be light
maybe love or some
kind of sight
that puts up a battered blinking
road block of sighs

a lifting
i looked from within my shell,
from within my reasoning,
a judgement to find.
why did they make this?
i wondered if
they enjoy doing it.
then there came an answer.
the making is not mine.
there is no judgement for me to find.
a soul weight lifted.
my sight, as with tears, cleared.
a new way of seeing appeared.
-nmd

Augustus: I am quite happy with myself. But, I like to be with you sometimes.
Nancy: I see. But, do you have to be with me when I am peeing?
Augustus: Peeing is intriguing.
Nancy: And there is the sink. You leave the sink all furry.
Augustus: I like to spread the love.

Where
on the dot
What
just enough to sustain
When
it’s actually needed
How
we don’t see it coming
Why
is Love
Who
really knows

one tree of crisp sycamore leaves
a small-town street
wind mixing-up a symphony
a delicious aroma of sound
careful not to burn-nan

there she stands
at the end of the land
thirty trips around the sun
plus two
she has come
to this place
looking for the
darkest blackberry
of july
Live Music information . by Nancy Davis
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow