In my perfection
When you first touched me,
Time stood still
All plans were nil
Only your eyes I could see
You set my heart free
We laughed, we loved, from morn til eve
All night the bliss
The only taste was your kiss
Why did you, my heart deceive?
Or maybe I just wanted so badly to believe
I thought, while all your letters were burning
That I was the fool
You were so cool
Thought I’d never stop yearning
That the world would stop turning
Dramatic outcries breaking into my peace
Aches in my bones
A never ending Jones
But this must cease
For you are a mere crease
Not the end all be all
Just a mere crease
In my perfection
© Michelle McGriff 2009
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Pie
Eating for comfort can’t be the worst possible thing a person can do. I mean, I can think of several ‘worse’ things. Shooting for comfort, bludgeoning for comfort, cussing and spitting for comfort—so you know, what I’m saying, eating for comfort is not the worst thing a person can do. BuT… eating the wrong thing for comfort can make it bad for the person and those around there.
Let’s take a look at those who eat sweets for comfort. It’s easy to just grab an old piece of chocolate from the bottom of the stash bag, shove it in one’s mouth and call it comfort, but no… just the mere word—comfort, evokes an emotion that requires so much more effort, energy and love…
Today, I needed comfort—not like bad, but, still, I knew if I didn’t take care of this at this stage it was only going to get worse, so I had some mints in my purse—instead of grabbing them and tossing them in my chops one by one, I pondered first—if this what I really want—need, and will it give me the comfort I need. What level is my cry for comfort… green, yellow, orange red! Okay, so after deciding I was only at a yellow alert, I decided to hold off for the ultimate comfort food… PIE. And not just any pie… Cherry pie.
Now I chose cherry for a couple of reasons. As you all know, I’m watching my health. Just like the other week, I went out for drinks with friends and well I definitely choice the Pomegranate Cadillac –that’s a pomegranate Margie with a shot of smooth high end rum in a shot that you pour on yourself for that extra… something. But see it was the pomegranates that made the drink worth it… antioxidants… yup. And I drank that drink… and you know what… I swear I was feeling better within in seconds…
Okay so back to the pie. So, during the holidays, I saw pies that were 2fer one… 9.99 each and I talked myself out it. No one needs 2 pies… not for a mere yellow alert… sheesh. So I passed it up. But now, I find that I’ve yet to go back to a green so, I think I need to get the pie. I go back to the store and of course the pies are no longer on sale… they are ONE for 6.99… But it’s a deep dish Sara Lee… hmmm. Very worth is… and will it do the job. You betcha…
And yes… in the words of lovers under other circumstances, “I’ve got the home fires burning.” And I do love my pie. It deserves only the most heated passion…
Let’s take a look at those who eat sweets for comfort. It’s easy to just grab an old piece of chocolate from the bottom of the stash bag, shove it in one’s mouth and call it comfort, but no… just the mere word—comfort, evokes an emotion that requires so much more effort, energy and love…
Today, I needed comfort—not like bad, but, still, I knew if I didn’t take care of this at this stage it was only going to get worse, so I had some mints in my purse—instead of grabbing them and tossing them in my chops one by one, I pondered first—if this what I really want—need, and will it give me the comfort I need. What level is my cry for comfort… green, yellow, orange red! Okay, so after deciding I was only at a yellow alert, I decided to hold off for the ultimate comfort food… PIE. And not just any pie… Cherry pie.
Now I chose cherry for a couple of reasons. As you all know, I’m watching my health. Just like the other week, I went out for drinks with friends and well I definitely choice the Pomegranate Cadillac –that’s a pomegranate Margie with a shot of smooth high end rum in a shot that you pour on yourself for that extra… something. But see it was the pomegranates that made the drink worth it… antioxidants… yup. And I drank that drink… and you know what… I swear I was feeling better within in seconds…
Okay so back to the pie. So, during the holidays, I saw pies that were 2fer one… 9.99 each and I talked myself out it. No one needs 2 pies… not for a mere yellow alert… sheesh. So I passed it up. But now, I find that I’ve yet to go back to a green so, I think I need to get the pie. I go back to the store and of course the pies are no longer on sale… they are ONE for 6.99… But it’s a deep dish Sara Lee… hmmm. Very worth is… and will it do the job. You betcha…
And yes… in the words of lovers under other circumstances, “I’ve got the home fires burning.” And I do love my pie. It deserves only the most heated passion…
More beautiful
More beautiful
I wish I was more beautiful
For then would be able to capture every heart
Steal every smile
Snatch every word because I knew it would be dedicated to me
I wish I was more beautiful
Because then I would never wonder if you wanted me
If you desired me
Craved me, without restraint or regard to what the future would be
I wish I was more beautiful
Then I would measured against the wonders of the world
I’d be more than just a girl
I wouldn’t have to even speak, you see
If I were more beautiful
I wouldn’t have to feel or care
I wouldn’t have to do or have
I wouldn’t have to love anyone but myself
I wish I was more beautiful
For then would be able to capture every heart
Steal every smile
Snatch every word because I knew it would be dedicated to me
I wish I was more beautiful
Because then I would never wonder if you wanted me
If you desired me
Craved me, without restraint or regard to what the future would be
I wish I was more beautiful
Then I would measured against the wonders of the world
I’d be more than just a girl
I wouldn’t have to even speak, you see
If I were more beautiful
I wouldn’t have to feel or care
I wouldn’t have to do or have
I wouldn’t have to love anyone but myself
To The Back of My Mind
I’ve moved you to the back of the back of my mind
It took me a while to finally read your sign
You did what you wanted you left me behind
So I did what I had to and now I’m fine
Cuz I moved you to the back of the back of my mind
You used to vibe me so strong I couldn’t see clear
But now your love song I no long hear
Your breath on neck your hands on back
But you’re gone now and so is your mack
The feeling of your power lightly tapping my spine
Oh yeah, you had me hooked, nooked and blind
If I allowed myself too, I'd do nothing but pine
Was this your design?
No matter. Can’t happen, and I’ma tell you why.
Cuz I’ve moved you to the back of the back of my mind
© Michelle McGriff 2009
It took me a while to finally read your sign
You did what you wanted you left me behind
So I did what I had to and now I’m fine
Cuz I moved you to the back of the back of my mind
You used to vibe me so strong I couldn’t see clear
But now your love song I no long hear
Your breath on neck your hands on back
But you’re gone now and so is your mack
The feeling of your power lightly tapping my spine
Oh yeah, you had me hooked, nooked and blind
If I allowed myself too, I'd do nothing but pine
Was this your design?
No matter. Can’t happen, and I’ma tell you why.
Cuz I’ve moved you to the back of the back of my mind
© Michelle McGriff 2009
All I have is my Pen
All I have is a pen…
All I could do was form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart
In order to accept the hours minutes days that we are apart
I run to the internet hoping that I can get
Just a crumb of attention from you
But there is nothing there and I’m left with despair… and then
And all I have left is a pen
To hell with all the protocol
All I want is for you to call
With just a minute of your time for me
And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart
In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart
I drop to my knees to pray for that one day
You will come home
And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart
In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart
Because all I have to cling to is my pen
©Michelle McGriff 2009
All I could do was form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart
In order to accept the hours minutes days that we are apart
I run to the internet hoping that I can get
Just a crumb of attention from you
But there is nothing there and I’m left with despair… and then
And all I have left is a pen
To hell with all the protocol
All I want is for you to call
With just a minute of your time for me
And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart
In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart
I drop to my knees to pray for that one day
You will come home
And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart
In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart
Because all I have to cling to is my pen
©Michelle McGriff 2009
absense of baggage
Absence of Baggage
They say life is too short of a journey to take so much worrying about your baggage, but have anyone of you ever just gotten on a bus train or automobile without anything. Or have any of you ever gotten half way where you’re going and realized that you’d left your pocket book or wallet? Felt kinda naked huh? There is something secure about knowing that you have ‘something’ that contains all your essentials—your baggage.
Now I agree that too many bags, or to heavy of a satchel can be cumbersome, for example… Moms you can relate remember when you were a new mother just trying to get to the store with your baby in tow… OMG… it was like, first HOW long did it take you get ready and then, how long did it take you to get out of the car and then, man, how much goobledygook did you have to throw over your should and tuck in the back of a stroller and bend over to fasten and whew, my gosh, by the time you made it to the door, you needed help just to get inside and good for you even you even remember what you came for.
But you were happy because you felt ready—for anything—flash flood, fire… any and everything. Truthfully, once I had so much stuff in and around the stroller that I had to carry my baby on my hip.
I hate to say it but I see that still tendency in so many people—that, I gotta be ready. I see it in myself too. It’s all a form of control.
I’m not gonna lie, control is good. I like it—to a degree. But it can be a killer. Control can hurt you. This is because it causes you to miss out on so much while you get overly prepared for the ‘what if’ of a situation. I mean, in some cases you are getting ready for stuff that frankly… just won’t happen.
Yes, yes, we all know that adage, wash your car and it will rain. So during a drought everyone is out there washing their cars, but guess what? Washing our car did not make it rain… really. Nebulous clouds filled with wet stuff… that’s what caused the rain. Now, I know that scientist can make it rain—no joke. So if you really want to make it rain, don’t wash your car… become a scientist. What I’m saying is, if you really want to be prepared, go about it sensibly—really make something happen! Don’t just be out there washing your car! What can a clean car really do for you … but look good.
In life we carry around security blankets but as we have become less and less secure our blankets have become large bags—heavy and burdensome. Seriously are we all really going on that scary of a trip to where we need to be that prepared?
When I was living in Portland, the weather changed every minute, when I first moved there, I never went out without a jacket, a rain hat, gloves and change of socks and… and… and well you get the picture. But the time I left I was like… foot, if it rains it rains and if it pours I’ll get wet… whatever. I mean, I had even cut all my hair off so as to worry less about my hairdo. Who cared anyway! Everybody else was too worried about getting wet to notice how soaked I was.
Such is with life. Put the bags down just for a minute. Take the trip. Very seldom you’ll find that there is no snack bar or resources to make the trip at least okay. I’m not saying not to prepare for life—that would be wrong of me. But I’m saying, stop spending your life preparing for your life. Step out on self-trust, go about life with absence of fear, absence of hate and jealousy, absent of post traumatic whiplash… go out there with absence of baggage and see how you do.
© Michelle McGriff - 2009
They say life is too short of a journey to take so much worrying about your baggage, but have anyone of you ever just gotten on a bus train or automobile without anything. Or have any of you ever gotten half way where you’re going and realized that you’d left your pocket book or wallet? Felt kinda naked huh? There is something secure about knowing that you have ‘something’ that contains all your essentials—your baggage.
Now I agree that too many bags, or to heavy of a satchel can be cumbersome, for example… Moms you can relate remember when you were a new mother just trying to get to the store with your baby in tow… OMG… it was like, first HOW long did it take you get ready and then, how long did it take you to get out of the car and then, man, how much goobledygook did you have to throw over your should and tuck in the back of a stroller and bend over to fasten and whew, my gosh, by the time you made it to the door, you needed help just to get inside and good for you even you even remember what you came for.
But you were happy because you felt ready—for anything—flash flood, fire… any and everything. Truthfully, once I had so much stuff in and around the stroller that I had to carry my baby on my hip.
I hate to say it but I see that still tendency in so many people—that, I gotta be ready. I see it in myself too. It’s all a form of control.
I’m not gonna lie, control is good. I like it—to a degree. But it can be a killer. Control can hurt you. This is because it causes you to miss out on so much while you get overly prepared for the ‘what if’ of a situation. I mean, in some cases you are getting ready for stuff that frankly… just won’t happen.
Yes, yes, we all know that adage, wash your car and it will rain. So during a drought everyone is out there washing their cars, but guess what? Washing our car did not make it rain… really. Nebulous clouds filled with wet stuff… that’s what caused the rain. Now, I know that scientist can make it rain—no joke. So if you really want to make it rain, don’t wash your car… become a scientist. What I’m saying is, if you really want to be prepared, go about it sensibly—really make something happen! Don’t just be out there washing your car! What can a clean car really do for you … but look good.
In life we carry around security blankets but as we have become less and less secure our blankets have become large bags—heavy and burdensome. Seriously are we all really going on that scary of a trip to where we need to be that prepared?
When I was living in Portland, the weather changed every minute, when I first moved there, I never went out without a jacket, a rain hat, gloves and change of socks and… and… and well you get the picture. But the time I left I was like… foot, if it rains it rains and if it pours I’ll get wet… whatever. I mean, I had even cut all my hair off so as to worry less about my hairdo. Who cared anyway! Everybody else was too worried about getting wet to notice how soaked I was.
Such is with life. Put the bags down just for a minute. Take the trip. Very seldom you’ll find that there is no snack bar or resources to make the trip at least okay. I’m not saying not to prepare for life—that would be wrong of me. But I’m saying, stop spending your life preparing for your life. Step out on self-trust, go about life with absence of fear, absence of hate and jealousy, absent of post traumatic whiplash… go out there with absence of baggage and see how you do.
© Michelle McGriff - 2009
50 cents
50 cents.
Today I spent 50 cents on Starbucks coffee. I have to say it was the happiest 50 cents I’ve spent in a long. Sure, I’ve spent 50 cents on a day old donut that made me kinda giddy, but this 50 cents bought me some, from fresh out the pot (and not secret pot from a back room area where they duck into when a homeless person comes in for hand outs) I’m talking right up front, honest to goodness—Starbucks. The barista called it out loudly, “You want a refill? That’ll be 50 cents.” I was like… dang! Wow! Really? 50 cents?
I pulled out my last 10 bucks and gladly broke it, getting 9.50 back in change. As I poured my pink stuff in carefully—wouldn’t want to ruin the flavor, making it too sweet or whatever—I pondered what I would do with my 9.50…considering I thought I’d only be getting back like 8.50. A whole extra dollar! Man! Wow! Dang!
Lunch came to mind. Yesterday I spent a buck extra on some really good rice. Normally I get just the plain white rice but the little sidewalk food vendor had this yellow rice that had like eggs in it or some cheese looking stuff…you never know with those vendors but it was good. I had onions on the top and well…I eat my onions at work. Nobody has that much business in my face to where my breath should be an issue… okay. So anyway, I got it for 3 bucks instead of 2 and thought, okay now I only have 10 bucks left. I didn’t get my afternoon coffee 1 buck refill from the little store downstairs because it was I didn’t want to break my 10 bucks. You know, with it being my last and all. Besides, in the afternoon that 1 buck coffee is well… it leaves a lot of want in the flavor department. In the mornings it’s pretty good and I do take my own cup in order to get it for a buck but that’s only when I’m running late and I don’t have my own coffee from home… which lately has been lousy anyway but I think that’s because I cut back on my Folgers and got the store brand. It’s harsh tasting and well you know Folgers is mountain grown…the richest kind. But I was broke and had only 10 bucks and well Folgers can be rather spendy so I went for the store brand, it cost way less and well… I can taste the less. Anyway, so I sometimes in the afternoon get the 1 buck refills considering they don’t taste any worse than my own coffee from home, right? But today for 50 cents I got Starbucks and man is it ever good. It was good enough to blog about…so you know that means it was doggone good and well worth my 50 cents. Between me and you, I’da paid a buck because there’s still a lot I can do with 9 dollars in change.
Even though I must admit, I’m digging that extra 50 cents.
Today I spent 50 cents on Starbucks coffee. I have to say it was the happiest 50 cents I’ve spent in a long. Sure, I’ve spent 50 cents on a day old donut that made me kinda giddy, but this 50 cents bought me some, from fresh out the pot (and not secret pot from a back room area where they duck into when a homeless person comes in for hand outs) I’m talking right up front, honest to goodness—Starbucks. The barista called it out loudly, “You want a refill? That’ll be 50 cents.” I was like… dang! Wow! Really? 50 cents?
I pulled out my last 10 bucks and gladly broke it, getting 9.50 back in change. As I poured my pink stuff in carefully—wouldn’t want to ruin the flavor, making it too sweet or whatever—I pondered what I would do with my 9.50…considering I thought I’d only be getting back like 8.50. A whole extra dollar! Man! Wow! Dang!
Lunch came to mind. Yesterday I spent a buck extra on some really good rice. Normally I get just the plain white rice but the little sidewalk food vendor had this yellow rice that had like eggs in it or some cheese looking stuff…you never know with those vendors but it was good. I had onions on the top and well…I eat my onions at work. Nobody has that much business in my face to where my breath should be an issue… okay. So anyway, I got it for 3 bucks instead of 2 and thought, okay now I only have 10 bucks left. I didn’t get my afternoon coffee 1 buck refill from the little store downstairs because it was I didn’t want to break my 10 bucks. You know, with it being my last and all. Besides, in the afternoon that 1 buck coffee is well… it leaves a lot of want in the flavor department. In the mornings it’s pretty good and I do take my own cup in order to get it for a buck but that’s only when I’m running late and I don’t have my own coffee from home… which lately has been lousy anyway but I think that’s because I cut back on my Folgers and got the store brand. It’s harsh tasting and well you know Folgers is mountain grown…the richest kind. But I was broke and had only 10 bucks and well Folgers can be rather spendy so I went for the store brand, it cost way less and well… I can taste the less. Anyway, so I sometimes in the afternoon get the 1 buck refills considering they don’t taste any worse than my own coffee from home, right? But today for 50 cents I got Starbucks and man is it ever good. It was good enough to blog about…so you know that means it was doggone good and well worth my 50 cents. Between me and you, I’da paid a buck because there’s still a lot I can do with 9 dollars in change.
Even though I must admit, I’m digging that extra 50 cents.
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