Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Midnight in the garden of good and " I can't believe I'm doing this....."

I have rules. Not very many. I’m bendy when it comes to rules, but still, I do have them. And I break them. Change my mind and tighten the ropes every now and then. Change my will and skip over a few, Chinese jump rope for the soul. Change my direction, without notice, and do back flips.

Now I’ve broken all of them. Wadded them up like 3 hour old Bazooka gum, spit them into a crumpled napkin, and tossed them out the window (Minimum $500 fine for littering and I don’t give a damn!)

I’m not inclined to be wreckless. I’m a scaredy cat. I’ll toy with trouble, put my big toe in and shiver from the icy cold, laugh, and pull it out again. Do The Hokie-Pokie and do it all again. But wreckless…..

This is a little new to me….

Still, this is the year of the slinky snake. Shedding skin that didn’t fit in the first place, replacing it with psychedelic colored rings that go round and round. This is the year I’m alive. This is the year of change. The year of peace and love in neon letters stolen from the corner store. The year of the moment. When collusion is birthed from chaos.

Catch me if you can…..

22 comments:

kj said...

whoa! what's better here--this amazing piece of writing or your amazing in-process-transformation?

i get this totally. and i'm grateful to you for it.

:)

Bardouble29 said...

I dig this...This is where I am in my own life right now.

Hell ya, bring on the change!

Rachelle said...

Boy, talk about leaving us hanging.... I can't wait!
Here's to your transformation.
What color is your chrysalis?
Slainte~
Rachelle

Angela Marie said...

I hear ya! Rules are made to be broken.. thats what I say!

This is the year for change, living in the moment and to know that we are alive!

Do you ever think about the butterfly... the transformation that takes place in the cocoon? Did it hurt? And that is why for the privacy...or, the curtain that comes down to show the brilliant amazing colors of ones life!

eric313 said...

Yes break all the rules here in the year of the slinky snake, shedding uncomfortable old skin for the new shades of beauty. Your symbols and metaphors are lively and work well, Singleton. Great posts need not be long.
-
..and I got in, but sat still, the heat washing up my face...
door open, seeing the signals in the mirror until they laughed, the breeze breaking the heat, and in minutes I would be searching for the keys, searching...

Shrink Wrapped Scream said...

Ooooh, a wind of change is a-coming? You compose words in to your own orchestra, and use them to play a symphony of imagination.. I am in awe of your talents, you go, girl! x

Orhan Kahn said...

We all make rules just to break them sometimes ;)

singleton said...

kj.....
"in-process-transformation".....
Clink!

bardouble....I think we're all in perpetual change, the world is round and big....It's maybe those poor sad souls who hang on to nothing, but the past, frozen in a make-believe time or the ones with their eyes locked straight ahead, never looking down or back, the ones that lock out emotion, that have to go through life lugging around the stagnet burden of sameness. peace~love on our journey~

rachelle....Today it's the color of the morning ocean...glassy blue and green and yellow....
and yet, this too changes....
twirling, swirling,
clinking!
peace, girl

singleton said...

angela marie.....
Ah, always, always, I think about the butterfly......
and hurricanes....

eric....oddly, it's the old skin, like my favorite pair of jeans, tattered and torn with holes in the knees.....that fits this old soul the best....but, we have to take chances, and the time has come! So I'm scribbling on their knees, tattooing down the legs, dancing in the fringe....
peace, new friend,
searching for the keys...

singleton said...

shrink....:) It's a one man band, girl, but at least I get to dance to to my own drummer! Love~

orhan...I believe we attended the same school :)
peace~love

she said...

rules help you sleep safe n' sound. breaking 'em wakes you up!

"to sweet dreams & unruly adventures!"

phaseoutgirl said...

Yes, year of change it is indeed! I have never had so many upheavals all at the same time in the long time, and LOOK, I am still alive!

We have to make life a fun ride... and definitely I am ready for change!
thank you...

:)

karoline said...

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~ Anais Nin

luv and hugz singleton..

k

:)

eric313 said...

and thank you every bit as well for all of your comments. I wrote one ands sent it to Barb at the poets corner, it's a different vibe than that which I posted, certainly. Both are truths that should out weigh their volume of words--I hope!

Keys... the keys, never try and find them in time, as they are not what moves, they do not fly, not as your wind written trails across skyface take the wind as its love, a language of birds speaking to the coming dawn. It is your hand that held azure pearl, yours that turned the key. It is time to speak in tongues of grace, as the counterpart symbols fade, the key, the locks... Props that fell away before the light, the wind. Birds take fight and the sea calms to glass. All await your apogee; there are no keys.
it is time.

eric313 said...

thanks for the inspiration
E

singleton said...

she...so I have your vote, right?

phaseout...sometimes the best roller coaster rides are taken in the dark, when we can't see where we're going, when we're sure we're gonna fly out of the cart on the next turn, that the seat belt is by no way gonna keep us safe....and then we round the corner, and the cold fresh air of daylight sprays us in the face....and we can finally breathe again....
and then we laugh......
alive, after all.
Peace and hugs to you girl, peace and hugs

singleton said...

karoline....you blow my mind! The very most perfect words ever written! And so it is!
Clink!

Eric....
Ahhhh, but the pearl is time......
And not to go off on a tangent, but since the moment this wild child felt the tides of change swirling, shallow little undercurrents tickling my toes....the clock in my car, the only one set on "real time"....elapses to 12:00 everytime I leave the car....It keeps perfect rhythem once I set it, but left alone, it reverts over and over again to that perfect moment that is the end of one day and the beginning of the next....
every time....
Peace out friend...

justacoolcat said...

There is no spoon.

singleton said...

justacoolcat....
LOL! It's take out! :)

she said...

singtome: you have my vote

my admiration

my applause

my prayers

.. rarely do people tell you that "do not enter" signs hang on heavens gates

follow your heart * heed your intuition

make good use of that 7th sense of yours!

eric313 said...

peace right on out of time in a day in the life, my hippie friend! Thanks for your kindness.

singleton said...

she....
do you live in Cassadaga? Seriously, soul sister.....

eric...did you know hippies live in roller coasters?
peace, my friend, no matter what the ride...