Digital Abstract Art, Digital Art, Short Stories

A Prime Vessel For Creativity!

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How much sleep do you need to function at your best? Are you an early bird or a night owl like myself?

There are days when I sleep so long that upon rising I’m in a groggy stateseemingly incapable of much but ablutions, a bit of food intake and believe it or not more sleep! During this period I’m basically in recovery mode, usually from a stressful situation like an intense work schedule, emotional deflation or just in need of a mental/physical leave of absence.

Then there are the days when it’s like I’m on fire. My brain goes into overdrive, ideas flow freely and I can’t get them from my head to hard copy fast enough! During those bursts of creativity, I tend to sleep in 4-hour blocks. Call it power sleeping if you will, but it’s similar to the effects of a power nap where the body and brain rest just enough to propel one through the rest of the day!

I recently lost my younger brother, my only sibling, and spent roughly a month in recovery mode. Now I’m in power sleep mode, and after taking a year long break from writing as I worked on other projects the creative juices are flowing again. The dots are connecting, the fire is burning bright, and I’m happy to be back in the writing saddle! I’m loving this phase!

So, what phase are you in now? What makes you a prime vessel for creativity? Would love you hear from you!


Contents compiled: September 9 2019
Originally published: September 9 2019
Image source: Moylom Art Studio
Copyright © 2019 Moylom Art Studio


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A dash of salt

A dash of salt
To season All the half truths
You told me

A dash of salt
To heal All the wounds
You gave me

A dash of salt
Tossed over my shoulder
As I curse your name

A dash of salt
Is what you are now
May you melt in the falling rain


Contents written: April 9 2015. Edited: April 12 2015  |  Originally published: April 2015  |  Copyright © 2015-2016  Moylom Enterprises


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Mind vs body…

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The mind is a powerful tool,
Capable of convincing the body
To do great things when in our youth.
But as age takes hold, the body rebels,
And the mind knows not to argue,
For it too has become wise with age.
It must now serve a new ‘purpose’ – –
Provide comfort, reassurance, solace
To its companion, the body,
For it knows all too well
How lonely life can be without it.
~ Moylom Enterprises ~


Contents written: April 14 2015
Contents edited: May 2 & 4 2015
Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


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The line has been drawn…: Part 2: I see it now…

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I stopped by to say hello,

perhaps to chat for a while

but I did not enter

for what I saw from outside

made me rethink my purpose in your life

and yours in mine.

You seemed happy in your misery,

bored — in need of excitement

for there is none where you are.

But then it occurred to me

that I am your excitement

and nothing more —

something to distract you

from the misery you love —

too lazy to create happiness you seek

you took the easy way out —

to prey on the weak.

And when the fun becomes serious

and more than you bargained for

you disengage,

leaving your prey

lost and confused.

How cruel!

So I will visit no more

for I see you now

for what you really are,

no better than all the others

happily miserable in your life

and useless to me in mine.

As you were soldier,

no need to stand at attention

no more need for formalities

the show is over — Goodbye!


Contents written: July 26 2015  |  Edited: September 6 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


Short Stories

Why we repeat history…

Why do we repeat our past? Is it because we did not learn the lessons we were meant to learn from our trials and experiences? Or is it because we somehow forgot those lessons learned? What ever the reason, we tend to revisit our past to find answers, to gain perspective, to see where we were and to decipher how far we’ve come. If, however, we thought we were moving forward only to discover we’ve gone full circle and ended up right back where we started, then it may be time to take a closer look at the steps we took and perhaps try a different path.

Granted that during our analysis we sometimes find patterns and similarities that are downright astounding, often we have to go back and analyze before we can fully appreciate or understand how to move forward. In the past, we may have dismissed an event as simply a coincidence. But under careful scrutiny we may discover that several similar incidents have occurred. So was it actually just happenstance or a subconscious choice we made based on some truth we unknowingly seek?

A person with unresolved issues with his/her parent may unknowingly choose a mate with many of the characteristics as that parent and attempt to make that relationship work as a way of correcting the parent-child dysfunction of the past. But often enough the relationship doesn’t work because the person is faced with the same series of problems with no clue of how or why things are going wrong or how to fix things. One solution would be to simply dismiss it as bad luck and plow ahead to the next relationship in hopes that new one would work. Others may say, let the past remain in the past and happily leave their baggage locked away. But my obsessive, compulsive, detail-oriented need-to-know nature is forcing me to deal with this head on — to go back to the source, the parent, to try to find resolution there. Or if complete resolution cannot be found, then at least the healing process would have begun. The hardest part is taking the first step back to a painful period but as hard as it is sometimes it has to be done.

I am at that point now! I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how to start, I don’t know if this time my voice would be heard and I don’t know if going back will actually help or if it can somehow make things worse. Should I write a letter? Should I call? Should I meet in person? I don’t yet have the answers to any of these questions but I do know that I’ve procrastinated about this for years and now I don’t think I can put this off any longer. My only wish is that God put the right words in my mouth and speak on my behalf. I NEED to heal…I NEED to break free of this burden…I NEED to move forward for myself and for my sanity.

A good friend said to me recently, that our past comes back to haunt us when there is unfinished business to be resolved — kind of like ghosts in horror movies. He may have a point! Without closure the ghost of unresolved issues will continue to haunt my soul.


Contents written: 10/2/2010  |  Copyright 2014 Moylom Enterprises | Copyright © Inner Ramblings Boulevard 2017


Short Stories

Please tell her I love her…

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From birth until now
She has had to fight
For her independence.

An emotionally distant father,
An emotionally abusive mother,
An entire childhood of low self worth.

Mental games, manipulation,
Blackmail, control tactics —
It’s a miracle she made it out alive.

Her battle scars
Are wrapped around
Her mind, heart and soul.

Forty years is a long time
To be in battle.
No wonder she’s tired!

I don’t pity her,
She doesn’t want or need that,
She needs my love much more.

It’s so easy to love her,
But she resists —
She thinks she needs to earn it.

When I tell her
My love is unconditional
She cries in humility.

She just can’t understand
How she deserves
Such an untethered gift.

She has gone so long
Without true love
She finds me too good to be true.

Her battle scars
Are her pride and joy
In them she has found character.

If only she knew
I’d happily fight for her —
If only she’d let me.

Sometimes I think she forgets
I gave my life for hers once.
Will you please tell her I love her?

Sincerely,
JESUS.

 

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Image source: Google images (dreamstime.com)


Contents written: May 17 2016  |  Originally published: May 18 2016  |  Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


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Feels like I’m Floating …

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I smiled today, not because I needed to pretend to be happy but because I actually was! There was a sense of peace and calm surrounding me — my troubles seemed to fade effortlessly away. I looked out to the sea but the rain was in the way, so I looked at the rain.

The sound, ever so soothing, brought back fond memories of my childhood. No school, just home under the covers. A day to spend in bed reading a good book, napping or watching movies. Trips to the kitchen, slow but deliberate, are to retrieve comfort foods: hot chocolate, soup, popcorn or what ever else that was easy to bring back to the bedroom or to the sofa to make the lazy day one to remember.

I smiled today, because I didn’t have to brave the elements or feel rushed or overwhelmed. Instead I was able to sit still and just be. I have been longing for moments like these for some time and I’m so glad they are finally becoming a reality.

I smiled today because I’m free to feel however I want just for me — feels like I’m floating as a leaf downstream; not fighting the currents, just willingly going along for the ride.

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*Originally published: January 2015


Contents written: January 12 2015 Edited: January 29 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises