My entire family has been sick since Christmas; first my daughter, then my wife and now me. It sucks as I am sure you all know. Now I am not complaining because I believe in something bigger than myself and this and other trials will only make us stronger. It is so easy to get mired in our circumstances and this is a reminder that this too shall pass. ~M
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog here – Maleko’s Art. It has been a year of growth for the blog and for myself. Thank you to each follower, those who have commented and liked posts and those who have just stop by and looked around. I appreciate each one of you! Here’s to a great 2015! ~M
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,400 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
I am tired, so tired; of drinking the sweet poison of the false infinite. I am tired, so tired; of looking at beautiful images of a false reality. I am tired, so tired; of smiling in unspoken words of the false persona. I am tired, so tired; of pretending while mingling in the false community. I am tired, so tired; of feigning the coveted power of a false strength. I am tired, so tired; of nodding in acknowledged conformity to a false joy. I am tired, so tired; of acquiescing to the requests of my false identity. I am tired, so tired; of wearing masks…
Just a soft touch,of a gentle hand. A moment in life,where time stands. Believing in fairy tales, ofmagic moonbeams. Dreams often come true,from legends so it seems. A starry night unfolds,in silent glorious grace. For now we wait,heldin love’s embrace.
The hope endures despite,time’s slow pause.
Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.
Even St. Nick will kneel,on bended knee.
A moment when time did split, so few did foresee In a manger a newborn babe,comes from majesty. For unto to each of us,comes God’s mercy. To infuse a living hope,that will ever sing. Out of time eternal,a king of Kings.
My own unique poetry take on the song Heat Miser from the classic show ‘The Year Without a Santa Claus‘. Heavily influenced by the wet rain and normally green Christmas’s in the Pacific Northwest. We may not have snow most years but we still have a lot of fun.
I’m Mister Snow Melter I’m Mister Warm I’m Mister Winter Swelter I’m Mister Fifty-one They call me Snow Melter, The snow I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I’m too much!
I never want to see a day That’s less than 40 degrees I’d rather have it fifty, sixty, a comfy seventy degrees! Oh, some like it cold or hot, but I like it in between! Hee hee!
He’s Mister Green Christmas He’s Mister Rain Sing it! He’s Mister Snow Melter He’s Mister Fifty-one
They call me Snow Melter, What ever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I’m too much! Too Much!
Poetry, creative writing and a desire to inspire..... Isaiah 40: 31 But they who wait upon the Lord will get new strength. They will rise up with wings like eagles. They will run and not get tired. They will walk and not become weak..