I Express Myself Through Writing
[b][i]~*Ramble Gamble ((The Trouble With Muses) - every creative, reflective, exclusive, persuasive... Okay. Every writer can relate when boredom kicks in. So I hope you enjoy this piece.)[/i][/b]
'Cause I cannot stop my mind from running...
One minute I'm hearing a recycled Christmas classic,
The next is a parody made in my head.
Catch my muse, set the fuse...
I record myself rearranging and demolishing the lyrics as it were. My voice isn't mine - I've been a cartoon,
Beyond a green screen lost in a looney moon,
Singing high, low, very fast and too damn slow,
Post it to YouTube and the world laughs it off.
Mission accomplished...
Snap back! The present. Ain't a damn thing to do.
So my mind races to an unforeseen, probable future...
Catch my muse, set the fuse...
Baked yummy muffins and cookies for the kids,
Their faces beam - wide-eyed, and one even drooled,
Enough suspense - now have a bite.
Crunching time and cookies crumble... "Like it?"
"Yeah!"
"Good - now you're free to play."
Down the stairs they go - rumble tumble stumble fumble,
Turn to my handsome prince - our eyes lock,
Smiles, contentment - as the sun shines through the window,
I reach for his face and love the brush of his facial hair.
He captures my hand and lovingly kisses my fingers,
My nerves tingle as the fire ignites, then he opens up.
Dialogue, chit-chat, converse - all that.
While we make plans for the very next day,
Rambunctious voices are heard with the mischievous line,
"We wish you a Merry Christmas now SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Quite the innocent melody of imaginations run wild,
Yet it doesn't help to disrupt our latest addition,
Wailing from disturbed sleep - now the phone rings at that,
Friends wanna come over with their kids like "wassup",
Hubby tells 'em, "wait till New Year's!"
I rush upstairs to pick up my high-pitched baby boy,
Look him in the eye then I start to cry...
He stops, stares back intently, that curious chubby figure.
Yet all I could think is - 4's a crowd!
Snap back! Yeah, this is the most boring day of my life. My mind rambles on and I end up gambling my time. With absolutely nothing to do at home, at work, and even in my sleep...
Catch my muse, set the fuse...
Aliens arrive on this planet to stop humans from leaving,
Their gracious intent to pass on a warning,
Goes unnoticed as people are defiant and they argue, refusing to listen.
So a byproduct of a mad scientist unleashes its destruction...
A can...
Nope, a cylinder,
Okay, a stray bottle - final answer!
....... filled with roaches!
Human-sized monsters demand world domination...
Oh hell no - it's the apocalypse! Grab the bombs, missiles, and every other weapon needed - lest we be finished!
Snap back! That's it, I'm done. You've just seen the content of my mind, which rambles and gambles for fun. =)
[b]© 2014 T. Hyatt (AngelT)[/b]
'Cause I cannot stop my mind from running...
One minute I'm hearing a recycled Christmas classic,
The next is a parody made in my head.
Catch my muse, set the fuse...
I record myself rearranging and demolishing the lyrics as it were. My voice isn't mine - I've been a cartoon,
Beyond a green screen lost in a looney moon,
Singing high, low, very fast and too damn slow,
Post it to YouTube and the world laughs it off.
Mission accomplished...
Snap back! The present. Ain't a damn thing to do.
So my mind races to an unforeseen, probable future...
Catch my muse, set the fuse...
Baked yummy muffins and cookies for the kids,
Their faces beam - wide-eyed, and one even drooled,
Enough suspense - now have a bite.
Crunching time and cookies crumble... "Like it?"
"Yeah!"
"Good - now you're free to play."
Down the stairs they go - rumble tumble stumble fumble,
Turn to my handsome prince - our eyes lock,
Smiles, contentment - as the sun shines through the window,
I reach for his face and love the brush of his facial hair.
He captures my hand and lovingly kisses my fingers,
My nerves tingle as the fire ignites, then he opens up.
Dialogue, chit-chat, converse - all that.
While we make plans for the very next day,
Rambunctious voices are heard with the mischievous line,
"We wish you a Merry Christmas now SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Quite the innocent melody of imaginations run wild,
Yet it doesn't help to disrupt our latest addition,
Wailing from disturbed sleep - now the phone rings at that,
Friends wanna come over with their kids like "wassup",
Hubby tells 'em, "wait till New Year's!"
I rush upstairs to pick up my high-pitched baby boy,
Look him in the eye then I start to cry...
He stops, stares back intently, that curious chubby figure.
Yet all I could think is - 4's a crowd!
Snap back! Yeah, this is the most boring day of my life. My mind rambles on and I end up gambling my time. With absolutely nothing to do at home, at work, and even in my sleep...
Catch my muse, set the fuse...
Aliens arrive on this planet to stop humans from leaving,
Their gracious intent to pass on a warning,
Goes unnoticed as people are defiant and they argue, refusing to listen.
So a byproduct of a mad scientist unleashes its destruction...
A can...
Nope, a cylinder,
Okay, a stray bottle - final answer!
....... filled with roaches!
Human-sized monsters demand world domination...
Oh hell no - it's the apocalypse! Grab the bombs, missiles, and every other weapon needed - lest we be finished!
Snap back! That's it, I'm done. You've just seen the content of my mind, which rambles and gambles for fun. =)
[b]© 2014 T. Hyatt (AngelT)[/b]
31-35, F
