A Celebrity Wizard

Parameters: Begin story with the word “Everybody.” Include in body: ‘must’ & ‘celebrity.’ Story must be exactly 300  words. IT GOES LIKE THIS :

“Everybody is out to get me,” bemoaned Happiness in a somewhat unfitting twist to its usual goodhearted nature.

Bribes. Threats. Empty promises. Cajoling. Manipulating. Blackmailing. The ways people have devised to win me over are as infinite and meaningless as are a death row inmates pleas for clemency.

Good Looks has applied what equates to a swimming pool full of potions and lotions over the years. To stay young. To stay pretty. To stay in My favor.

Despite the age-old saying, Money built me a mansion. Parked a fancy custom gull winged sports car in the drive.

And Health? .. get this .. Health did .. seriously .. 1,000 push ups ‘In my honor,’ as he told me.

Oh, really? ‘In my honor?’ Not in an effort to win me over? For me to come visit & hopefully stay a while? Call me jaded, if you must. But somehow that just doesn’t ring true. For I am Happiness – that most coveted, amorphous and elusive of all states of beings. People don’t just ‘do things in My honor’ without expecting something in return.

Entire doctrines have been created to help the less-than-Me train their brains to cultivate my essence. Zen. Yoga. Meditation. And the new kid on the block: Mindfulness. They all have their upsides. And contain some positive messages. But as ‘THEE ANSWER’ to achieving the state of bliss for which I seem to be universally known?

They’re close. Real close. But it’s much more simple than that.

Are you listening? Now, I’m only going to say this once. So pay attention.

You already have everything you need to be ME:

All You Need Do Is To Be True To Your Own Self. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You’re Welcome.

Now … Go Be The Celebrity – The Wizard – You Were Meant To Be.

A Celebrity Wizard

Parameters: Begin story with the word “Everybody.” Include in body: ‘must’ & ‘celebrity.’ Story must be exactly 300  words. IT GOES LIKE THIS :

“Everybody is out to get me,” bemoaned Happiness in a somewhat unfitting twist to its usual goodhearted nature.

Bribes. Threats. Empty promises. Cajoling. Manipulating. Blackmailing. The ways people have devised to win me over are as infinite and meaningless as are a death row inmates pleas for clemency.

Good Looks has applied what equates to a swimming pool full of potions and lotions over the years. To stay young. To stay pretty. To stay in My favor.

Despite the age-old saying, Money built me a mansion. Parked a fancy custom gull winged sports car in the drive.

And Health? .. get this .. Health did .. seriously .. 1,000 push ups ‘In my honor,’ as he told me.

Oh, really? ‘In my honor?’ Not in an effort to win me over? For me to come visit & hopefully stay a while? Call me jaded, if you must. But somehow that just doesn’t ring true. For I am Happiness – that most coveted, amorphous and elusive of all states of beings. People don’t just ‘do things in My honor’ without expecting something in return.

Entire doctrines have been created to help the less-than-Me train their brains to cultivate my essence. Zen. Yoga. Meditation. And the new kid on the block: Mindfulness. They all have their upsides. And contain some positive messages. But as ‘THEE ANSWER’ to achieving the state of bliss for which I seem to be universally known?

They’re close. Real close. But it’s much more simple than that.

Are you listening? Now, I’m only going to say this once. So pay attention.

You already have everything you need to be ME:

All You Need Do Is To Be True To Your Own Self. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You’re Welcome.

Now … Go Be The Celebrity – The Wizard – You Were Meant To Be.

Automatic Lightning

 

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‘Connect.’  ‘Shun.’ Two words / concepts about as diametrically opposed as are ‘Fast’ and ‘Slow’. Either way will always be the same way: Chose. Only. One. The. Other. Has. To. Go.

Unless … Unless … the two were to marry. Shunning their individual singularity. Casting off, eradicating the negativity  keeping them apart. Allowing for an infinitely more life affirming bond: a true connectshun / connection born of the Heart.

You knew this. Deep in your wonderfully twirling swirling mind this truth you held self-evident. For, a ridiculously gifted girl, you were. My Gosh … glance at my 16-digit phone card twice and you use it without looking. See it. Scan it. Save it. An instant memory. As innately natural as the guitar was to Hendrix. Or walking. It. Just. Happened.

People Just Walk .. Jimi Just Played .. And You .. You Just Could, In general .. You Just Could.

Standing there in the doorway … a still-life painting of a wildly gesturing pantomime. Your ‘Automatic Habit’ held in abeyance if only for a short time.

Yeah Yeah Yeah … And the way you looked was way beyond compare. Made you laugh. Made you laugh. Hard. Shaking your head / swinging your long brown hair.

It was that moment I knew you’d be mine. Smiling & laughing and looking so fine.

But your porcelain mannequin feared attack. Your smooth, young skin beginning to crack … where? … how much? … is it good? … I don’t care … Gimme Gimme Shelter.

Some shelter from the raining draining paining brain storm. Daily ‘must do’ notes and articles? Nothing but Senseless empty fodder designed to misinform.

Spider Lightning in your head. Invading / Desecrating the newlyweds’ bed.

But believing that the Spider and the Lightning know best. Searching at first for something Good. Then Better. Then Better than Best …

One last tragic quest …

And now I lay me down to rest …

 

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Automatic Lightning

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‘Connect.’  ‘Shun.’ Two words / concepts about as diametrically opposed as are ‘Fast’ and ‘Slow’. Either way will always be the same way: Chose. Only. One. The. Other. Has. To. Go.

Unless … Unless … the two were to marry. Shunning their individual singularity. Casting off, eradicating the negativity  keeping them apart. Allowing for an infinitely more life affirming bond: a true connectshun / connection born of the Heart.

You knew this. Deep in your wonderfully twirling swirling mind this truth you held self-evident. For, a ridiculously gifted girl, you were. My Gosh … glance at my 16-digit phone card twice and you use it without looking. Like freaking Hendrix. He never looked. Why would he – people don’t need to look at their feet when they walk.

They Just Walk .. Jimi Just Played .. And You .. You Just Could, In general .. You Just Could.

Standing there in the doorway … a still-life painting of a wildly gesturing pantomime. Your ‘Automatic Habit’ held in abeyance if only for a short time.

Yeah Yeah Yeah … And the way you looked was way beyond compare. Made you laugh. Made you laugh. Hard. Shaking your head / swinging your long brown hair.

It was that instant I knew you’d be mine. Smiling & laughing and looking so fine.

But your porcelain mannequin feared attack. Your smooth, young skin beginning to crack … where? … how much? … is it good? … I don’t care … Gimme Gimme Shelter.

Some shelter from the raining draining paining brain storm. Daily ‘must do’ notes and articles? Whatever. Splat. Balled up and thrown face first on the ground.

Spider Lightning in your head. Invading / Desecrating the newlyweds’ bed.

Believing that the Spider and Lightning know best. Searching for something Good. Then Beyond both Better & Best.

I CRY that You found it.

And pray In Peace You Rest ….

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Automatic Habit

via Daily Prompt: Cranky

 

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A Lovin’ spoonful of full moon fill. Slipping over the sides, running into my eyes.

Glass bead tears of silver blue and gold – the color of the sky, I’m told.

I’m 33 … 34 … 35 … years here – I’ve still got 13 … 12 … 11 more before I’m too old

Having a Love & Awe for all things Little & Great .. the tiniest little red bugs outside the coffee shop, the weird, ugly hopping whatevers outside your sister’s gate.

Cute & Quirky … while, at the same time … Cranky & Irate.

KILLING of any kind no no no no no not something you would tolerate.

But your automatic habit, girl. Your automatic habit, girl. That – RIGHT THERE – that

automatic habit of yours … can’t you see it? Can’t you see it? Can’t you see it escalate?

It’s ripping your mind. Stealing your time. Spinning it’s lies in a rhyme. Taking every penny, nickle & dime. NO! It’s not yours. It’s I me mine I me mine I me mine.

Patty. Allison. Mike. Peter. Endless others enduring their daily druthers.

You … a tiny star / a tiny scar / trying to navigate your tiny car / up the hills / chasing the thrills – the shiny poison pills / black eyes / mean guys / a smooth talking oil slick / tricking you with its silvery shtick / c’mon on in – there’s plenty to go around / couldn’t get traction on the slippery slope ground / tires were bad bald and flat / not going to climb a hill with tires like that / sliding down down down into the past / at first slowly / then faster than fast / a backwards race with a finite finish line / spinning out of control out of control / nothing to grab onto / nothing to hold / it was too strong / too long / too big too bad too bold …

& all the while it kept on kept on singing your song

It kept on kept on stringing you along

An infinite free fall / A masquerade ball / Too strong was its call /

This Automatic Habit … that finally cost your Your All ……

Do you know you’re magic Yeah, you little star

Walkin’ through the world Breakin’ peoples heart
Do you know you’re magic Yeah, you little star
Well, shine on, shine on

Back and forth across my heart I won’t forget you, little star
Little star

… Written for my dear friend, Angela

whose ‘automatic habit’ {a term she coined} stole her from us all

I’m so profoundly sad to say goodbye.

Starlight .. Star bright … 624 Stars on a starry starry night …

(Little Star lyrics / Bob Welsh)