Down with the sickness...

Here I am, pieced back together for the time being and making the most of it, lol. I've been listening to a lot of music and dancing today...it's frustrating that I cannot do all I used to be able to do physically. I used to be able to dance nonstop for hours and being very flexible, I've always been able to move in just about any way I have wanted. I haven't tried it out much in the past few years due to my injuries but today I really wanted to get some bottled up energy out and find that I am much more stiff in some joints than I would like to be, than I used to be! And that is with doing yoga (though I admit not as consistently as I should). So...that was a little disappointing but I will keep working with it and see if I can loosen it up a little.

And - Surprise! - I've written a new poem. I often write when listening to music and have found amazingly that the Rome Soundtrack works great when channeling, even when in chat with clients. It's all good. I've decided I will list out the songs that I listened to while creating the new poem (which I may go over a few more times - we'll see)...I'm not sure if what I'm listening to reflects what comes out of me or if what is in me determines what to listen to.

Music, in order played:

Down with the Sickness - Disturbed
Thunderstruck - AC/DC
Over - Sugarcult
Apologize - OneRepublic
What do I have to do - Stabbing Westward
Broken - Seether
Undead - Hollywood Undead

And the poem, which may be reworked - it also loses some of it's form here in the blog. The lines in italics should be indented but it won't allow it on here:

Blistered Cage

Blistered cage - come inside -
Oh, come…come…frightened and ashen,
Won’t you come?
The gate’s locked but you have the key
(it’s melting in this heat);
I’m waiting inside, in the flames,
Your paranoid tormentor chained,
Blistered, bleeding, reveling in the pain.
This is your Keep, your thorny field,
The crash of the waves against sand…

The bars of solitude enclose me - I’m a beast
Snarling and growling, panicking in the fire,
It licks around me
(like your lips)
And I’m drowning, drowning…floundering,
Going down on my knees, hands clasped
Around the iron, smelting, fused and needy,
Trapped in this blistered cage…
You’re frightened and ashen,
Losing the key, melting in the heat,

Won’t you come?

Dena L Moore
November 19, 2008

This blog helps me release some things...I just can't be bottled up, held back, or repressed any longer...it just can't be done, or maybe I just refuse to do it?? Not sure, but I was thinking about the last time I got to play with Saturn along all my planets and I have to say, heartbreak or no, MUCH worse things happened back when I was 11 than now. So I will smile and send him my love in silence.