Okay, Today…
What’s up, Today? You knew I was ready to play. But I sit…I sit and sit and sit waiting upon your time wasting delay!
There are so many beautiful monsters about and at play by the way! Cute boots and little shorts everywhere, hey, hey! The summer breeze we just talked about this morning is blowing in bending the Sun’s hottest ray of a sexy summer slay. So, Today, get your shit together, okay!?
I give you half an hour to show you monger not a minute longer with this ridiculous delay! Show the fuck up or I’m looking forward to the minute I get to say, “Bitch, I’m out Responsibility - I’m blowing off today!” my laugh trailing behind me as I bounce onto a bus and head for Zilker Park fun battle of adventures frey!
My confidence is so if anyone’s monster too is free to meet up and capture Today let me know! I don’t have a plan beyond basking in sunshine and smiles, chasing boots for miles, and miles saying: ‘Hi’ if I’m feeling brave with big ol’ smiles, and my monster's wave of smile stair dare. Just hoping to find more monsters out there who too know how to play and embrace their wild one's hair!
With scope locator set open and a new writer’s perch envisioned by my search; one from which to watch a sunset that’s shine of colors beam melts my chattering heart into glowing neon puddle piles to sell as merch at some wonderful monster’s world church.
Come play! Bring Smiles! Let’s slay Today!
30 minutes on the clock and I'm on my way!
Hey You - I Saw You Too
After I met you I found myself lost as per usual. Another adventure to keep my monster entertained. In a new park, we were facing down the day when I heard his silly voice exclaim: “there! Irony at play!”.
In this new park downtown stood a lonely yellow bicycle perfectly placed as if trying ensure It was there to stay. There was no one around and it was the middle of the day and I knew this was where my monster was trying to take me. No longer confused or feeling lost I realized he was leading the way. Taking me to a place perfect to weather the rain under a great oak tree’s canopy.
As we took in the irony of the riderless yellow bicycle the sky opened up without sound and the rain came in on waves - round globby drops in a summer parade.
Finding shelter under a great oak we secured our bags and set to writing a note. I wrote to my Boo telling her of this place and how much I missed her. I remembered her voice and cried without shame because she was my best friend and this was one of her moments of play. So I jumped up and ran out into the rain dancing like a loon out of step for days.
I told her about you - this beautiful girl with a smile for days. I told her about your monster and how she waved catching my monster’s gaze. I wasn’t sure I would ever feel that again - that feeling of his excitement as he pulls at my eyelashes steering me screaming “HEY HEY! There! Play!” I told her of your song and that you sang the little mermaid. I told her your nature was kind and that I saw a wild one hidden away.
I told her I hope you too knew how to play. I wrote this letter to you because I was thinking about that moment I first saw you. I had just found my little place of happy on this wrinkled, overgrown island world inside me with it’s wild ones, lost boys, and pirates that were all just beginning to play nice. But, I know a smile stare any day.
Thank you for entering my world with a smile that would say “I hope you once again find love some day.” Thank you for your time entertaining my wild monster at play. Thank you for flipping a switch in me saving my heart from uncertainty of future lonely days. I hope you write a song one day with a smile on your face about finding that wild one hidden away. A song about how your monster inside played and played.
Ariel. The Little Mermaid. Wallpaper. by strannaya-anna on DeviantArt
strannaya-anna - DeviantArt
Friendship Mural
There once was a young sassy wild girl I knew
her painted glowing eyes held glittering truths
with lips holding a smile of pearls made like few
buttoned with pierced bobbles straight through
She knew how to play and she knew how to rock
her everlasting patience a key to my trust lock
singing long into the night we had the same jam
never fall in love was the name of our band
Miles and chapters jutted between kindred hearts
never separating the love - best friends from the start
she's a woman now grown, beautiful, and strong
with amazing kids of her own both coming a long
I'm so proud of you and the person you have become
I count those fifty promised years to the beat of a drum
my heart remains forever at play holding measure
watching her wild ones spread wings of angel feather
She is my rock, my clock, my foundation block
the rap upon my future which our destinies knock
You where the girl who kept my soul from moving rural
You are the woman that paints my favorite friendship mural.
The Hole In The Box
Awaiting adventure the wild boy thrashes about in his pace. Always asking “what?”, a repitition game. His smile controlled, as he pokes and plays practicing his gimmicks, songs, and stories. Always fully entertained, always entertaining, awaiting to be entertained, distracting entertainment, patiently impatient, awaiting adventure while adventuring.
His pops taught him well in the many adventures of his young years and never ending games they play.
The obnoxious grows and swells within the wild boy as it struggles to free the overloading energy contained in his young heart.
Frenzied excitement propagates upon the escalation of his full ranged stereo sound little voice. A voice that conjures fantastical stories and imagined words to the bang of a drum and crash of the calamity that follows his toy strewn path. His tiny monster smile and innocent sapphire eyes, always holding new ideas, new way's to get lost today, signature of his play.
The mess he creates making a hole in this box…I just couldn’t bring my heart to tell him to stop as his sawing stick continues to rip through pixelated crumbling with a wiggling squeal shred. I bet his pops will enjoy the story; watching the styrofoam particles blow in the wind.
His father approaches with a confused look sighting the mess and my grin.
The excitement echoing as their dream team is reunited again.
It’s time for some cleanup and this short story to end!
The wild boy I watch now departing with laughs and singing song; returned to his kin.
Their play running as a team, always, smiles and laughter coming in waves.
Image: Daily Painter- Abstract Black Hole Rise at the Bay
Water Ballons, Assemble
Summer fun; I’m not sure what else can be said about the excited screaming sound that dances upon the play of a water balloon fight! When the nights begin to stretch longer and longer, days hotter and energies flowing stronger; I find myself dizzy excited at the thought of instigating a water balloon fight. From the varying vibrant colors of the balloons to the spraying sound of the water and erratic flowing jet of water song that roars from the water spigot promising shenanigans. I captivate at the idea.
The random bursting of over filled balloons or the awkward, dropped, running, un-cuffed by knot tie, balloon rebel; resisting it’s task of being tied and transported to whatever container is being used to hold the troop of brightly colored bombardiers. All brothers and sisters in arms being once again reunited in some giant blue tote that once held the Christmas tree in an attic. Or, designations separated into teams, some in a laundry basket, others in a kitchen trash can, and an old camping cooler the water balloons solidarity remains.
Once the blue tote or the teams of balloons loaded into their plastic war transports have been prepared and assembled; confidently jiggling, wearing jewels of water droplets, march forward. The battalion of agitators in the blue tote assembling in mass in the center or the scavenged house hold containers, now serving as deployment vehicles for the teams of balloons to pre designated rallying points at equal distance around the battle arena.
Shining promises of excitement in their plump wiggle dance, their colors screaming their playful battle cry of fun, laughter, and play; a silent roar echos from the balloons awaiting to be deployed. With but one purpose in their design, they proudly stand, challenging, awaiting command; unconcerned with their short lifespan and unafraid of the intensity of their mission.
The sound marking the beginning of the battle ringing in the air marks but moments of further anticipation. The balloons now committed to battle, selected at random, by frenzied hand; some dropped—an unfortunate case of friendly fire. Others selected two at a time, or loaded into other smaller deployment vehicles to be transported further in to the battle area like a cavalry charge by hands of swimsuit wearing giants upon bare feet.
As laughs roll across the field and excited outbursts, taunting smiles, and the backwards motion of the giant’s hand catapult launch procedure, the balloons achieve their most intense shine as the sun sparks their imagined rubber fuses. This was it, their destiny, that moment for which they were designed, packaged, and patiently staged at parade rest upon boring shelf in some retail store. This was the highlight of their life as the propelling mechanism of sun highlighted skinned hand begins it’s forward movement motion.
Upon release they sail screaming their color’s charging wail. Some falling short of their target, others going wide - left or right due to an unintended, unexpected, or obscured flanking maneuver. Possible mis-calibration of the launching mechanisms or inexperienced giant leviathan pilots. Others war balloons flying over the swimsuit clad opposing giants dome command couch striking tree trunks or falling with their crystal explosion at the far edge of the opposing battle arena.
But, there were those determined rubber water warriors that achieved the greatest of honors and proudly became memories, fulfilling to their destiny of becoming heroes making the ultimate sacrifice promised in their invention. These outstanding individual balloon warriors found their mark in a glorious explosion of globby drops paired with refracted rainbow mist, their color bursting into a sun filled explosion of summer fun!
Life Goals:
1. Stretch life’s beautiful shine, just one step further.
2. Live a great story: one that inspires one more step.
My goal in this life is to literally exceed my personal
expectations, dreams, promises, and all goals,
by just one single step.
I think, maybe, by then I’ll have lived a great story,
one worth the effort of telling,
and hopefully one worth hearing.
Perch
I love finding a new stand upon which to perch and peck at words practicing their religion, resting my feet soul’s church, after chasing sunsets through wild birch or across paved streets that lurch, dotted with vendors attempting to sell their hand crafted merch.
The best places to practice these word sermon studies are often upon a span of high ground land that claims solid position at the center of a cross road of adventurers peddling forward motion.
Tonight, I find myself at an impossibly small street vendor’s table of taco infused passion. The smell of hunger confusion in the air nipping at my focus pulling my thoughts of word prayers allowing ideas to stagger in and out of devout illusion.
Image: landscape - 39 by SnobbyOo on DeviantArt
