All Over the Map, too

All Over the Map, too - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/This is my brain NOT on drugs (OK… maybe a few sedatives at night to shut me down). Sometimes it’s the beauty of nature that inspires me or my never ending spiritual curiosity. And on other occasions it could be an empty coffee cup that triggers a thought. I never know what’s going to spill out onto the page and that’s what keeps me writing. Might as well write it down and make room for more thoughts. Thanks for coming by for a read! It’s your visits that make it all worth while. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00Only two more days to go and then it's back to the biting wind and rain..http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/636171Breezes A pantomime of tropical breezes kissing and seducing both my sorrow and my joy A dance for which the heavens have written the music and the sun has choreographed each delicate and summoned step And there I sit barefoot and sun drenched flinging my arms into the wind A solemn gesture with...I'm here but have no idea as to how to operate this wee computer ~ sigh ~http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635935Wake Chapter and verse line sinking into word and there finally silence Not so golden as the sages might proclaim but a river of blissful sound bites exotic birds sun-kissed breezes and even human chatter There amidst both the stationary and constant movement I find a reoccurring theme a taste of...“Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason” - Seinfeldhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635595Walk Hail me down the dreamer or the dreamful Set foot upon my journey if only for a brief yet buoyant moment Shake me dry and dusted Swell wide the ambition I am blowing Walk with me dispensing solemn but walk for I ask so very little I'm off to Mexico for a week - Ahhh... sun and lazy days. I'm...“Distance lends enchantment to the view” ~ Mark Twainhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635484Freeze Frame A silent movie reeled its way past my eyes and in it I saw her as if it was yesterday Without a tilt of the hat or a knowing nod I simply knew she saw me in my weary tearless now for they have long since dried up and left my cheeks I knew she saw my radiance and I caught a glimpse of..."Every man's memory is his private literature.” ~ Aldous Huxleyhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635376Always There was a time when we whispered both our oaths and playful flirtations when a wink meant more than an eyelid closing Remember when an autumn night seemed neither cold nor dark and contentment came without a single word When roads unknown tempted our hearts and wandering spirits and our...“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriorshttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635259go to war first and then seek to win”. ~ Sun Tzu Win Feathered but not tarred I am ignited by the lightness of sugar-coatings I am dipped and dripped with Holy water or the likeness of something equally sacred I surpass my own expectations without flight or fury I am free from toil or snare jest...“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriorshttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635258go to war first and then seek to win”. ~ Sun Tzu Win Feathered but not tarred I am ignited by the lightness of sugar-coatings I am dipped and dripped with Holy water or the likeness of something equally sacred I surpass my own expectations without flight or fury I am free from toil or snare jest...“Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.” ~ Emersonhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635172Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm;...“A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes.”http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/635009~ Gandhi Flow Twice or more times than I choose to remember I have rounded the legendary or the alma mater of sinful misgivings Through measureless I have drowned myself in the sunless sea in light slanted yet ever so enchanting Beneath waning moon I have howled a good tune and celebrated small...Just tap me – I’m a piñata, a rain cloud, a Satin Ebony Steinway...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634883Drench Come, I will sing to you in notes of two of moisture-rich thoughts and delicious vows of passion I will serenade you in soulful delicacy Each refrain shall carry the suppleness of my flesh and longings I will draw you close to me with music pure and joyful and pour you into the rivers of...