Dear 2055

Dear 2055, we are sorry. We thought we had a few more years.

I am sure now in 2055 you have many fears which lead to many tears.

We asked you for forgiveness. We simply did not know.

How far pollution and greed would actually go.

We should have left the coal alone. Let it turn into diamonds. That it would look pretty in a ring

We simply did not know all the destruction that mining would bring.

Dear 2055, we are so fucking sorry! I wish I could make it 1980 again. I would recycle more. But I can’t go back.

And now dear 2055, your planet is under attack!

If it is even still there. I sure do hope so.

I love this blue planet. I hope crops still grow.

Dear 2055, if I make it I will be 70.

I hope we can come up with a global warming remedy.

I don’t want to leave this mess to my daughter, and I’m scared.

They tell me that I should just be prepared.

I got to tell you 2055, it does not look good.

We should have been more careful. We should while we still could.

Dear 2055, I don’t think we will make it out alive.

Although we tried, I think we killed this planet with our stupid Pride

Boredom

How many poems can one person write being bored?

Let’s find out shall we.

One poem for my husband, wherever he is.

1 poem for my daughter, who is the Tik Tok Wiz.

One poem for my cat, who patiently Waits my lap.

One poem for my neighbor, who is the kindly chap.

One poem just because. Because it is something to do.

One poem became a limerick. Not sure if that one is true

One poem for my mother. The greatest of the dames.

One poem for my brother. Brilliant in all he claims.

One poem for my friends. Two more for my f o e s

Three poems for the devil. Because he definitely knows

Who to send the next poem too.

It could be Steven. It could be Sue.

But alas, no more, the last one goes to you ️ ☺️

The witching hour

The buzz of the alarm goes off. It is 6 a.m. Wake up!

Morning routine. The Daily Grind. It is 5 p.m. Go home!

Nighttime routine. Dinner. TV. It is 10 p.m. Go to sleep!

The buzz of the alarm goes off. It’s 6 a.m. Wake up!

Morning routine. The Daily Grind. It is 5 p.m. Go home!

Nighttime routine. Dinner. TV. It is 10 p.m. Go to sleep!

Stop. Listen. Breathe. It is 3 a.m. The witching hour.

Anything and everything is possible during the witching hour.

3 a.m. is when I draw inspiration. Power.

Make it last. Minutes tick by. Let the inspiration Tower

It is so fleeting, the moments turned sour.

The buzz of the alarm goes off….

It’s okay.

It’s okay to be wrong, when everyone else is right. It’s okay to not have anyone agree with you. Always remember that, it’s okay.

This morning I have been meditating and praying. Something that I often do in the mornings. As I meditate and pray, I contemplate why I am a believer when most of my friends are atheist.

I am talking about really smart people. People with college degrees. People that have contemplated the same things as me and other human being. And they have come to the decision, that there is no higher power. And that is okay.

Why do we all have to agree? We struggle with different religions and different beliefs, but when someone is a non Believer, why do we attack them? It’s okay to not believe. Just be a good person. Isn’t that what it’s about? The Golden Rule?

Now in 41 years of life I have been through some shit. I have multiple sclerosis. I do not walk. I can barely see. I survived being on life support for 6 days, I’ve been through some shit. I’ve been addicted to Every chemical on this planet! Okay, not bath salts. They were a little after my time. But through it all, the one rock that I have is not my husband. It is not my daughter. It is not my parents. It is not my friends. It is my belief in a higher power. And I know many think I am silly for this. And that’s okay.

Many asked me, how can you believe in a book that was written thousands of years ago by human beings? The answer is simple, I believe everything in the Bible is an allegory. I do not believe any of it is meant to be taken literally.

Yeah, there’s some stuff in it that’s just silly. Corinthians 1 and 2 is ridiculous. Do we really need books in the Bible to tell us how to pray? How to act in a church or a temple? I think not. But if you look at them as an allegory, they’re not so bad. They just want you to live a good life. Perform Good Deeds. Care about other people!

So I struggle. It’s tough being a Believer when everyone called you a fool. But it’s okay. Just love me the way I love you. Just be kind to each other. And remember that whatever you believe, as long as you believe for the right reasons, it’s okay.