I wasn’t feeling the prompts today and the mud river is slowly flowing, more like a trickle of slow awakening.

My thoughts are spinning around with no clear direction but offering many avenues to consider travelling down so I am going to ramble down different paths and try to un-confuse my altered mind.

Shapes of Things

The mind of a child is a blank canvas waiting to shine
The palette of color is the worlds offering of choice
A brush of confusion holds the future strokes of art
As the child grows the painting changes direction

Age cracks and weathers the oils , changing the design
Misinformation and chaos covering previous beliefs
Happiness becomes the dark bold stroke of rebellion
Emotions of time cloud the canvas of the altered mind

Inspiration is a fleeting thought of subconscious, use it or lose it in the blink of an eye. As I age I find that loss of thoughts speed up and forgetfulness replace intention quickly, leaving despair to grow quicker than mold on a slice of marbled rye. It seems that indecision creeps in and throws a detour along the highway of happiness. A rest area of peaceful insanity is the only option to pursue on this long road.

Week zero is behind us with the college football season under way. Last night I watched Hawaii upset Stanford with a broken quarterback, a hip tackle early in the second half injured him but after being taped up in the sideline tent he hobbled his way to victory throughout the second half. A kicker from Japan who learned to punt from watching YouTube videos spent two years in a mid west junior college learning to speak English, transferred to Hawaii and secured the win showcasing his talent. Next week kicks off my teams season and also will be offering roasted duck to the Big 10 fans.

Hints Unspoken

One pot in and the javas on strike
Leaving me dazed and confused
Nicotine levels are out of sight
As I read the all of the daily news

An email brings forth amazement
Honored without knowing why
Asking for reviews of previous work
Making my eyes tear up and cry

 ARCS sent out to get some reviews
Silent Screams waiting...

Another post of uncertainty has been written leaving me to find a song to end with, something of a question for me to reflect on. Thanks for visiting the Dawghouse and as always may Peace and Love find a spark in your heart today.

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