Occasionally I like to write my own lyrics to a song that already exists. It's challenging, but a lot of fun too. This is a lyrical rewrite I've penned for a song written and performed by the American country singer/songwriter Travis Tritt. The words '10 feet tall and bulletproof' are credited solely to Travis Tritt. All other words/lyrics are my own. Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
“Regret is stronger than gratitude” Seems like an adage only until You lose someone you love Memories shine like pastels Only when they’re sojourned And revived and kept blithely Maybe they too cry when Parting away is no more absurd.
People always leave their pieces Very intricately sewed and So it hurts when unsaid goodbyes Try to unweave themselves So harshly mostly unwillingly.
Our life gets its shades From all the places we reminisce All stories we keep to delay with an intention of ventilating them, through eternity and certainly all the people we wish to carry with ourselves.
Sometimes, Things seem so easy as they come So negligent , so slack That unknowingly, they become Hardest things to let go off.
I marvel at the dexterity he withheld my heart's crinkled pages Smoothing the craggy edges Left by scars of excrutiating farce. Like a connoisseur, he painted my darkness in splashes of luminescence, He became my beacon in gloom.
How he weave vibrancy in my life's humdrum Is still an unsolvable conundrum. I just found myself waking up With my dormant chest organ finally beating His name a melody in each thumping Singing the song of my soul.
I guess I could never unveil the enigma of love For its hidden depth is beyond any mortal's reach of cognizance.
Through this word of the day piece (featuring the word 'dormant,' as provided by Mirakee), I've attempted to depict what a soul might experience in those first few moments post-mortem. Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
WHILE LOVED ONES WEEP by Carolyn Glackin And off I go while loved ones weep What life hath sown Now death shall reap And there ahead, a golden light That draws me near, in dark of night My body, dormant; my spirit, free I'm beckoned by eternity The earthly life, no longer mine I now return to the Divine As memories flood and fill my mind I think of those I leave behind Precious moments and timeless love Shall raise me up, beyond, above The dawn awaits, thus I must go My dear ones, please! I hope you know! That every moment, great and small I now take with me, one and all And in my heart a light shall burn For all I lived, and loved, and learned The glow of it shall not grow dim Not by wick, or trick, or whim And there ahead, through heaven's door I'll wait for you forevermore Goodbye at last. Adieu, adieu! Remember me, as I will you. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 6/14/2019.
There is nothing in this world , That lies dormant , I know . There's a constant state of flux , In everything that exists . Those dormant quakes that sleep , Wait quietly for their turn to rage . Those boulders , mountains , peaks , Have slowly but added layers . Our bodies too move , From being to dust one day . So how can anything remain dormant , When there is a process , Of constant decay ? That puddle of stagnant water , That seems murky and still , Also remains active , Moving from liquid to gases , Precipitating , evaporating . Those fluffy clouds of blue , The stars that shine above , The sun so valiant bright , Are all slowly moving towards, An ultimate end . So how can we say , That dormant lie some things ? For that mind that's so quiet , Dormant seemingly . Doesn't sit still , Wondering constantly ...