The Phoenix Rises

A PEACE Of My Mind!


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Today’s Message

Today is World Bipolar Day. There are many who suffer from it, just as there are many who suffer from depression. Do not judge a person based on their illness. Show compassion, and understanding. Reach out to them. It will mean the world to them. Suffering from any illness is discomforting. We are all trying to survive in this world and can use all the help we can get. Never forget, that no one is truly alone, there are many to help them out there. They must seek that help or have someone find them. Be someone special in someone’s life. As The Beatles said, “and in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make”. Make a difference to someone. Be a difference to someone. Be. Be a human, being.Namaste my fellow babies

The Phoenix

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Crushed

The marbles in my pocketfall through the hole

and bounce and roll

down upon my feet

as they make their way

across the darkened street.

And they dodge the oncoming cars

weaving in and out of traffic

searching for a place to rest

avoiding to get hurt as they make their way across to the curb

in the storm drain they make their nest

Crushed

A heel ground into the pavement

Crushed

The heart that is absent

Crushed

It’s just a fragment

Crushed

The petals on your flowers

have all dried and gotten hard

they break away and float

down to the ground

but when they land

they never seem to make a sound

And they lay there

until somebody sweeps them up

off of the cold hard floor

and puts them away

and then you grow some more

but it won’t be today

Crushed

A heel through to the pavement

Crushed

The heart that is dormant

Crushed

It’s only prudent

Crushed

Little satellites

Pretty satellites

Floating off the stars and planets

Little satellites

Pretty satellites

Dancing through affirmations and regrets

Little satellites

See where the sun sets

Crushed

A heel straight through to the pavement

Crushed

The heart’s only sentiment

Crushed

It’s just stagnant

Crushed

The rain falls from the sky

cutting through this thick air

water so sharp

sharp as the tears

that redden our eyes

and numbs all our fears

And it collects in a pond

and feeds all the beautiful things

that paints us the pictures

that we don’t always see

you believe there’s only us

but there’s more than you and me

Crushed

A heel slammed to the pavement

Crushed

The heart that is abstinent

Crushed

It’s just a segment

Crushed

Crushed

A heel into the pavement

Crushed

The heart that is dependent

Crushed

It’s just that impatient

Crushed

COPYRIGHT 2016. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


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Venice Beach

VENICE BEACH
Maybe these three conversations maybe took place, or maybe they didn’t.
“Honey, I’ve had it with working in this rat race and my dead end job. I’ve had an epiphany. I’m gonna take one of my God given talents and be happy for a change. I’m gonna start my own business. I’m going to Venice Beach to make balloon animals, babe. I’m gonna cash in my 401k and buy balloons cheap in bulk. Honey, I can sell them for a buck a piece. There’s literally thousands of people who walk through Venice Beach every freakin’ day, babe. That’s a potential to make thousands every day. I’m surprised nobody else thought of it. It’s a market to tap into. I’d appreciate you and the kids support.”
“Honey, I know we need to supplement our monthly income, and I have a great idea. On weekends, I’m taking my snake to Venice Beach and charge people a buck to touch my snake. And if they want a picture of it, that’s five bucks. People will love Andy, he’s a loverboy, and that anaconda would never harm anyone. I’ll just feed him before I go.” (He really is talking about a snake.)
And finally
“I’m showing my high school art teacher who disparaged me from my dream giving me a C+, that there is a place for my art. I’m gonna keep painting religious figures, biblical scenes, and old rock stars on old hub caps, and old garbage can lids. I’m green, recycling, and it’s low cost for me to create my art. I punch two holes in the top and thread it with some old coat hangers, and they can hang it anywhere. There’s people from all around the world that come to Venice Beach. And some of them have taste. And I can pay for my reefer habit.” (A lot of the art there is just lovely… And affordable.)
What a shithole.
Whether or not these conversations ever happened.