My Soul Tokens

A question of happiness crossed my mind. The choice of smiling or crying, yelling or laughing A true fork in the path within my mind Happiness is easier when the clouds are gone. Strive closer to a definition of happiness. Different with age and time Released of obligated happiness Peaceful laughter comes with ease.

I have had my share of questions and have sought out answers but did not find what I was looking for. I always heard things I didn't want to hear, ignoring what I already knew. I have always had peace within me, a sense of pure nothing that is stronger than something. If you take everything away, I mean everything in your life and all that is in your mind and stand with that nothing in silence, all the answers are right there. No voices in your head, no questions on top of questions, no emotion or ego. Sit quietly and wait for your next thought; really listen to what your mind is really about; don't answer it, but don't ignore it.....anything? Imagine if you just got it, all of it, you all of sudden just knew. Your biggest wow is yet to come.

Ever have one of those days where you wish that damn tornado would come and take you to OZ! I would even wear those tacky red ruby slippers if I had to. I can’t sing, but there has to be a recording somewhere I can lip-sync, too. I would follow the yellow brick road, and if the crazy lion, straw man, and tin man want to come, they better keep their distance. I have enough crazy shit in my life and don’t need their problems. The wicked witch would totally meet her match, and I am not afraid of flying monkeys, I have 3 kids, so try dealing with them for a week. So bring it on! When entering the emerald city, that large castle thing with all the strange people about-- somewhat like a mall in the city—I will not be looking for the green head that has the wisdom, or the little man behind the curtain. I will look for the spa, deli, and better-looking shoes. When I am finished and had my fill of strange but far away-from-reality break from my life, I will return on a broomstick, chanti

On top of the hill, where the entire downtown core can be seen, she looks down to the small town where she grew up and twists the cap off the water bottle. Placing the yellow pills in her mouth, she drinks to flush them into her body. Deciding to stand motionless, to make that dramatic fall to the ground while her life drifts away, she stares into the evening sky. Falling into darkness, her body goes limp, never feeling the ground. Is it the beginning or end?

The tattered case shone with silver and gold. Appeared as well-traveled as he did. I did not recognize the music, and it seemed out of tune. He had a symphony playing in his head; You could see it in his eyes, drifting into his music. I never said a word; I just went through the motions and let the notes sore. He plays a somber melody, but he is not sad, he is where he wants to be, with his music and the people. The brick building frames him as a painting, letting the scene exist in history and in the present. Without the man sitting on his stool, violin case opened beside him, his bow worn, his instrument well cared for, you would notice a missing segment of space. After time passes and journeys are met, the music will play and play on it shall.

  Today Hurts I feel muddy and worn Torn to bits pieces that no longer fit Unsure of days ahead Fears strangle my senses I want the numbness to encase me I want today not to hurt