Wandering,
Wondering,
Wonderland Wren.
Has left the Earth,
And returned again
Waring,
Wearing,
Wrathful Wren
Fears no more
And yields even less
Worrying,
Waiting,
Warm-hearted Wren
No longer will shrink,
Won’t even try
Wading,
Waxing,
Willful Wren
Soars in on wings,
of ambition and desire
Winging,
Wringing,
Witty Wren
Don’t let them catch you
Whatever you do
Wandering,
Wondering,
Wonderland Wren
Has left the Earth,
And returned again.
I could have written my rage on the page
Dragged you in metaphor and smilie
Damned you in with grammar
and well constructed lines
But, I’m better than that
I’m not that guy
I wouldn’t do that
I won’t write an open letter,
listing all of your faults
Or compose poetry to your misdeeds
Tearing you down in couplets
Slamming you with soliloquy
Play you like a playwright
However, I’m a benevolent master of the written word
I won’t shame you here…
just know that I could
Hey this was meant to be a kind of funny tongue and cheek thing, I hope you like it while I finish up a few of my longer blog posts and maybe even debut a short story. Hope your week goes well damn, hope my does too.
I still remember your “Hey”s and sighs
I recite your dreams
Sing your tears
Can’t forget your heartbeat
And cadence
But I only hear clippings of conversations
I remember my rage
My angst
Your sweet toxin
Our Warmth
Hours of my life swallowed up in perfect lips
Only loose thoughts reach out
I remember pain and loss
Moving forward
Death
Mass annihilation
Bounding betrayals
But I only have clippings of conversations
Our time blurred
I am not the same man
But I wonder would you love me
Would your kisses taste the same
Even with just clippings
I have more than you
I have given much thought to the idea that people who leave us, don’t always leave us. Maybe we think about them less; Or morn the people they’d become. But, we don’t forget the things they loved, the ideas they had. We even keep their saved games. So is was, right?
Like green was his favorite color or her smile was as bright as the sun. I want to choose is. I don’t know if that would still be true. If they were still alive maybe they’d be sick of the things they used to love. But, I want to say Green is his favorite color and He has a soft spot for monkey. She was first person to say she liked my hair long and she taught me so many things with a smile that was so filled with the joie de vivre.
All I’m saying is sometimes it feels better to say is instead of was and I’m giving you the power to choose. I’m not super spiritual myself but, think they things they showed us and taught us aren’t gone so maybe that means they aren’t either. I find comfort in being a web of expeirences touched by others. Our lives are passion projects and those people who touch our lives are the florishing sheet that goes over our grand design.
Live well, readers. Maybe meditate on this for a bit. Tell me about your choice: Is or Was and give me a like or check out some of the other things I’ve written.
Where do you put your work in
Where does your heart go
I just want to hear you say something
Maybe this is what I was missing before
I wanna hear more than I love you
more than I want you
Do you really know me
or just the parts I show you
please just see me
I’m right here in front of you
As I watched the movie huddled with my family for the first time in a year on my mother’s tiny tv in the tv room we grew up in. I felt… lucky. Lucky that my family hasn’t fallen apart with all that has been going on. I know not everyone has been this lucky but, for me streaming this movie and magnifying it in my own mind it felt like the time before.
Covid has taken less from me than it has for others and I am so grateful for it to have decided to skip my family. My mother has even gotten a vaccine and mine might be coming rather soon. An end to an agony of anxiety.
Soul is on the cutting edge of Pixar with a brilliant art direction. Soul is decidedly Black in a way that multiple times it hit home to an expierence I’m not always able to put into words. A lot of my original feelings about this movie and the metamorphic trope that continues to happen to black characters in animation feel unfounded with a movie like this one. But all of that went away when this movie started up and the first notes played.
You should watch Soul. The music was splendid, with each note played my heart answered. The art though exaggerated didn’t make black men out to be clowns. Which seems to be a problem for some in making animation. The animation spends time and money showing how each note is played. The city comes alive withe people of all body types and skin colors.
I think that it touches on so many of the themes I have felt thus far this year. There is no grand design and living life itself can be such a remarkable thing. I cried just whilst he was just playing My brother even called me out on it. I couldn’t help it. This movie just kept plucking my strings. Playing my heart like an instrument.
Each new idea Soul brings forth is a tantalizing string to pull. I have spent a lot of time day dreaming about their cosmos and afterlife. It has me reflecting on life itself as much as Inside Out had me thinking about what my emotional make up would be.
Recently, things that have made me cry happy tears has been when someone gets acknowledgement for something they’ve put a lot of work in. I want more moments like this in my life and seeing Joe finally get the recognition his skills was bouying in such a turbulant time. This movie was just thing to cap off that 2020 feeling.
2020 was interesting. It wasn’t my best year and I had to put a bunch of all the things I wanted on the backburner. I know my book hasn’t come out but, writing was really difficult this year. So I’m just gonna put down some of the good things that have happened to me.
While it’s not a lot of wins. I think I’ve become a better person and that’s all I think I could have asked for this year. Thank you for following me this far and I hope I can keep giving you reasons to check out my site. I’ve got a few more posts coming out the rest of this week and I want to start 2021 with a bang.
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Summer Showers and Fall Downpours
Hurricanes, Tempests, and Late Night Rhythms
You Remind Me of the Rain.
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Fresh Chilled Lips and Love Soaked Clothes
Unexpected with a Lightly Kissed Nose
You Remind Me of the Rain.
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Show My World in a Brand New Light
Shuffling People Indoors, Under Coats and Covers
You Remind Me of the Rain
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Tea in Hand and Windy Hips Swaying
Words Seeping Out A Wide Brim Smile and Babbling Giggles
You Remind Me of the Rain
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Hands Over Head Cheering
Relief in a Deserted Dream Fearing
You Remind Me of the Rain
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Bleak Repose and Warring Tumult
Tropical Storm Sinking, Inner Thoughts Streaking
You Remind Me of the Rain
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In Your Many Forms
And Everything that Comes with Them
You Remind of the Rain.
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When the act of loving is missing,
you can really feel it.
It’s sweet words and squishy feelings
Without thick walls and drawn curtains
Its sex without foreplay
Or pulling teeth to get the
one thing you thought you’d both like to do… done.
It’s loneliness
Giving more of yourself then you can stand
It’s “What do you want me to do?!”
Yelled out while someone just
wants to you to hold them
It’s not being able to share your day
Your month
Your year
Your life
It’s walking around on egg shells
because if you put into words
the things that are really wrong
you’ll break things
and that might break you.
It’s the threat of leaving
Hanging over and spoken out loud
Drilling into your insecurities
But you know what you need.
So leave
Go and get it.
The car waits at the intersection way too long
The rhythm of the blinker keeps tick tick ticking
I come to a stop on yellow
And drive just a little too slow
But, it’s all to make the drive go smoothe
Check the mirrors a bit more than is expressly necessary
Don’t honk when that red truck cuts me off
Terrified by the swerving semi
White knuckles on big black hands
But it’s all to make the drive go smoothe
Glancing at you out of the corner of my eye
While streetlights paint your sleeping face
Not even singing when my song comes on
Filling my heart as each mile passes
Whispered “I love you”s under my breath
But it’s all I can do to make the drive go smoothe smoothe.
Warren Dalton 
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