You were everything I would have wished for If I knew the miracle you’d be, The beauty of your smile, Your effortless grace, Your deep intelligence, Your sly stubbornness paired with humor and compassion, Your boundless love and abiding curiosity, Your instinctive way of knowing When to be sweet and when to play. You knew when to curl up beside me, Snuggled safe in love and comfort. Gentle and unassuming, Beautiful, loyal, and true You were the best friend I could’ve asked for, And gone way too soon. The dogter of my heart…. Happy Heavenly Birthday Principessa Isabella My heart may be broken, But I wouldn’t change a minute. I miss you, baby girl.
Taken on her last birthday with us, 10/15/19, her 14th birthday.
I grew up around music. I’d been singing most of my life. As you can see from this picture, my piano lessons (which didn’t quite take…too impatient) started early, too.
But music was the first art I was introduced to, and it’s what soothes my soul.
My passion, however, belongs to the written word. There’s something about telling a story whether by poetry or by prose that has always captivated my attention. It’s a world in which I have the patience and perseverance to study, to practice, to re-write (you know, the dread word–edit) until you have something of worth and beauty.
Although the first album I ever purchased was Michael Jackson’s Thriller (a classic, to be sure), it was Kenny Rogers who left an indelible mark on my life through his amazing voice and incredible skill at story telling.
The first song of Kenny’s that I recall hearing was The Gambler. The tale had intriguing characters, real life lessons, and a story you could actually see come alive if you closed your eyes. I. Was. In. Love.
Kenny spoke to the writer in me. He fired my imagination. He even made me look at music a bit differently. In fact, music actually features prominently in my writing style. While I can’t listen to it while I’m actually writing (I have a tendency to type whatever words I’m hearing), finding the right music before I start to write helps me effectively convey the correct mindset or emotion for my scene or characters.
For example, if I want to portray a heartless villainess? A song like this one (I’m a military brat, so you do a vet dirty, I’m gonna have issues) will put me in the right mindset to create a real bitch.
Or if I want to convey someone who’s had rough breaks in life, but has always done the right thing, but in his current crossroads, he has to play dirty to be the hero, I’d play something like this one, a personal favorite.
Or maybe the lovers are both dumbasses (because let’s be honest, that happens) and we need them to realize they’re about to lose everything, or maybe that they were never right for each other and it’s time to let go… This one fits the bill.
Or when I need to capture the heart of the relentless soul who dreams big and will find a way to make it happen…
And when my hero is headed the wrong direction and about to eff things up with the heroine because he’s so busy with the wrong things he takes her for granted? This song does it for me…
At the end of the day, it’s his poetry and lyricism that engaged the writer in me so strongly. He made you feel his songs, and they were so relatable.
In fact, in my latest release, A Way With Words, I shared several song lyrics I’d created exclusively for this release and can’t help but feel maybe his energy influenced me. Here’s a taste of one of them…
“Did you see me Through the haze of desire The passion and fire That you shared with someone else, Did you see me?
Was I stupid? To believe in promises made, The foundation we laid When I gave you my ring. Was I stupid?
Chorus:
Did your words mean so little You could throw me away Tell her you love her, Worship her body In the bed where we lay? Was I so easy to betray? I deserve more than this.
Will you realize That my heart can be broken I deserve more than token Lies to make me stay, I won’t look away. Will you realize?
Chorus:
Did your words mean so little You could throw me away Tell her you love her, Worship her body In the bed where we lay? Was I so easy to betray?
I deserve more than this. Did you lose me Or did I find my rebirth? Discover my self-worth In walking away, not looking back Yeah, I found me.
Chorus:
Did your words mean so little You could throw me away Tell her you love her, Worship her body In the bed where we lay? Was I so easy to betray? I deserve more than this. Yeah, I found me.”
So I owe a huge debt of gratitude for all the joy and inspiration Kenny’s music has brought me “Through the Years.” (See what I did there?) LOL!
Who inspires you? Is it music? Movies? I’d love to know…
And to close out, I think it’s only fitting I share a song he did with one of his oldest, dearest friends… It’s like they knew. And besides, he felt like an old friend to me, too. Rest in Heaven, Kenny.
Destroyed, gutted, Knocked down and weak. Holding back tears, And fighting to breathe. Digging deep for center, She tamps down her turmoil, Dons a cloak of inner peace Slides on her masquerade. She’s fitted herself for battle, Fierce warrior to arms, Unaffected, not untouched, She battles strong and true, Sharing hope, giving strength Even when she’s nearly empty Unrelenting, ever protecting Unflinching, she faces loss Vulnerable, yet powerful She powers on, To be the backbone, A pillar of strength to lean on For those who own her heart. She hides away, They need not see When she breaks, The tsunami that sweeps through, Wrecking her. Standing amidst destruction She finds renewal, Rebuilding herself… …to start over.
I lost a dear childhood friend to cancer today after a 6 year battle. Even more, two amazing kids lost a mom and a loving husband lost his wife. A brother lost his baby sister and two parents lost their baby girl.
A year and a half before that, there was my father-in-law. And before that there was another few friends and an uncle…and the list goes on. Cancer has reared its nasty head in nearly everyone’s lives, but the miracle is in their relentless pursuit of life. Of living. Of never giving up, even if their bodies give out.
I was out. Driving to get breakfast when I saw this sign at one of the busier cross streets in my neighborhood. It sickened me as much as it saddened me. I wanted to rush out and remove the sign, but my small car couldn’t accommodate, and I didn’t want to do anything that could get me in trouble, so I did the next best thing. I reported it to the police.
As a Christian it angered me and tore at my heart. Hiding behind supporting the police and God to spew hate? Despicable. So I did what I always do when emotions get the better of me. I wrote.
Because I had to make it clear that the God I worship doesn’t seem to have much in common with theirs. And more, he’s the only judge that matters.
Hey everyone… I know it’s been a while. Life just got away from me lately and left me feeling a bit out of sorts….maybe even lost. Part of it has been watching all the chaos and sadness in the world. It just feels sometimes like everyone’s gone a little crazy. Am I the only one feeling surrounded by hate, anger, bitterness, and bigotry (in all shapes, sizes, and colors)?
There doesn’t seem to be enough space for simple kindnesses and gentleness. And those who are are mocked as weak, naive, and stupid. It’s sad…
So I thought I’d share… infuse a little hope. Try to be the change I want to see in the world.
So, I've been spanked, hard! I have spanked myself hard, I have spanked others even harder! I'm now heading for a different road, one that still includes all the best bits of me, all the naughty bits, all the hot steamy bits, and plenty of spanking still to be had! But this time I'm creating characters to play out my delightful erotic fantasies, I hope you enjoy the new ride as much as the previous one...
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