You've killed me.
Any part of living love
You strung your bow,
straightened your arrow,
pulled, aimed, awaited
me your target---swoosh
through the air,
direct and narrow,
the last contempted shot.
You killed me.
Any part of living
So, I'm watching the news and they have a story about how a new video game is supposed to be released this week with the subject matter being the latest trend, school shootings. From my understanding there are two choices in which you can participate in this derelictic idea. You can either be the person going into the school and killing your classmates, or be part of the swat team that rushes the building. REALLY? As you would imagine, there are quiet a few protest to stop the launch of this so-called-game, and I hope they prove true. I tell you, there are some things in this world that just blow me away, and the bottom line is, it's all for the sake of money. Why can't this techno-generation create videos that aren't violent, that don't show children how to kill, fight, buy a whore. How about a video showing how to plant flowers, or make a bed. How about the happy home-maker video where you can learn how to cook, clean, be a hygiene conscious human being? Or, how about a video to help people be more compassionate, maybe going to a nursing home and volunteering. Or create a game about Homes for Humanity and how to build one. Put a hammer in these kids hands with a positive purpose, and not a gun, where eventually, if their chemical make-up is just right, will watch a violent video, and act on it's contents. For anyone who cares, killing is not cool! Neither is making games about it, whether it be a war simulation, or a school massacre, it's not right. And as long as we allow these delinquents to produce these social crippling games, I truly believe things will not get better! Think about it!
In an attempt not to get burned out with my writing, I'm taking a little break, except for social media blurbs, from my passion, and as I mentioned before, or believe I have, that I am now reading a book, and loving it. But I'm beginning to jones, beginning to feel those first inklings of my addiction tickling my brain. I long to sit down, look at my latest draft of my latest book, and write, write, write. But, I won't. I'll remain disciplined and give my mind the much needed break, and clear the clogged channels of old thoughts and ideas. Every profession, in my opinion, needs a break. Time to refresh and revitalize the senses. I tell you, I forgot how easy and comforting it is to read a book, and even though I'm a published writer, I'm still learning new things each and every time I read something. It's exciting. So, I tell myself, that even though I'm not writing, I'm still working on my writing. And that eases my cravings, keeping me from over-dosing. So, I guess the bottom line is, this is an addiction that betters me! Thanks for listening, folks!
Good morning all you bloggers and followers, this is my question for the day. Let's see, what shall I answer first. How about, when I was in high school, we also had bullies and those who were bullied, but the difference between then an now, (there are many) is that, back then the mode of torture was wedgies, swirlies, and wet willies. The good old days, where packing weapons in the old back-pack and ripping through your school, shooting and killing those who rejected you, those who laughed at you, those who just didn't wish you a good morning, didn't exist. Is the mentality of these Ridalin, (however you spell it) popping teens finally making its mark and we're now seeing the affects of these chemical transformations in the brain through the eyes of mass murders? Who can we thank? The parents, who maybe should have spent a little more time with their kids, taking them to a playground or any other physical activity instead of immediately shoving a pill down their throats. Or the doctors and pharmaceutical companies, who push these drugs onto people. Oh, yeah, that's make 'em feel better! Are these acts of unspeakable violence one of the side affects of these kiddy drugs? Is irrational behavior one of the perks of these mood altering chemicals? I just don't know. All I know is that, there are more children dead, and wonder if the focus on the problem is the lack of focus on the problem. Let's think about this, people!
I really don't have much to say this morning, as with most mornings, but it's been a while since I've written anything, and the itch is getting uncontrollable, so here I am. It's funny with writing and me. Sometimes I can't get enough and there are other times, far and in between, where I can't bare to sit down and jot even three words down. I guess, that yes, there are those times when I burn out and want to just re-energize. But the funny thing is, during those periods, I crave to read. It's like an addiction. So, I found a book, a really thick one, and have been drowning myself in it since last week. What a release, to experience someone else's tales and adventures, grabbing hold of my imagination and taking me to a place where I've never been or thought I'd ever be. It's been a while since I've read a book because I've been so focused on my writing. And I'd forgotten how calming the act of reading a book can be. the quiet that surrounds me as the words tumble around in my brain. I hope that my books do the same for those who crave reading like I do, and I'm always grateful that I've been blessed with this gift and am able to share my craft with others. Keep on bookin, people. It's the right thing to do!
The other day I looked out on my backyard and saw a Red Racer snake laying in the grass. It has been the second time I've seen her, and decided to name her Roberta, since I believe she's now a new resident of the yards eco-system. She was wriggling around, and then I noticed she had a snake in her mouth, a baby. She was having trouble containing the reptile, and I watched as Roberta twisted her body and held down her prey as she continued to devour the victim. I sat in awe as she swallowed her dinner like a spaghetti noodle. I turned on the hose and sprinkled water on her to try to chase her away, try to defend any other spring baby snakes, but Roberta seemed to enjoy the shower and basked in the hot sun, full belly and soothing bath. Who needs YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, and any of those other techno sites to show people what's going on right outside their windows. I say, just open you door, look out, let the innocence and availability of nature soothe your troubled soul. Because after all, aren't we all entwined in this mysterious gift, and shouldn't we always keep that in mind, because whether we like it or not, one day we might find ourselves being one of those two snakes! And let me tell you, I know which end of the tail I want to be on!
So, it is true. Water does fall from the sky. For the past few months I've been very skeptical about the nature of things and felt that the Mother of all things has forgotten us here in the great state of New Mexico. As I watch the weather forecast all I see are reports of weather in every other area of the country, except, The Land of Enchantment. I'm not sure if the rest of the country still doesn't believe that we are part of the great forty-eight + two, or that the atmosphere that we all have grown to love and appreciate is of no concern to anyone else but us. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy the lack of awareness for our state. A run on our borders, Texas, Colorado, Utah, Arizona, could be a misconceived concept that we have something here that no one else does. Well, let me tell you buddies, we're just like everyone else, except for one thing. You can't get New Mexico Chile anywhere else! So, on that note, I'll take any kind of moisture we can get here in the high desert. Tallyho!
Mary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft.