Remember when

There was a time it seems so long ago

I could tell you I love you even though you already knew

I could show the whole world how great you were in my eyes

Back before you ever made me cry

It was second nature to brag about our love to tell everyone I met you must be an angel sent from up above

Before you chose me my life had been so dark so much pain and sorrow I was lost looking for a way out

You showed me love like I never knew existed I felt it in your touch the passion in your kisses

But then the tables turned as so often in my life they do and you became the person I wish I never knew

But I do know you now and I gues I knew you then your love was never real you were really good at pretend

So as I pick up the pieces and carry on anyway you point out the others who show love everyday

The ones who have never been broken who don't know the truth behind the lies the ones who can still believe 

The ones that have yet to cry

Part if me still wishes that kind if love existed but too many others have tasted it too many pieces are missing

If you really wanted that girl who believed you hung the stars 

Maybe you should have kept the tramps out of your car

When you cheapen what love is you end up with what is cheap

So as you scroll down those posts wishing it was me

Remember it once was 

Too bad that was the love you didn't see

Time ticks slowly on

My baby will soon be gone

The question remains the same

When the time comes as soon it will will you even notice when I'm not there

Will you wonder why maybe even cry

Why would you bother now when te excitement is long gone and time after time you found another to hold on 

I think well be okay I understand it must come one day 

But I will always remember when you were my everything

Too bad it couldn't happen again

Today

I saw an old couple today grey hair billowed in the wind on the back of a tricked out Harley they smiled and waved as they drove away.
I saw an old couple today side by side the rocked gently in the front porch shade I smiled and waved as I drove away.
I saw an old couple today he carressed her hand while silently she laid. I could hear the soft buzzing of the machines as I closed the door and walked away.
I saw an old couple today they laughed and reminisced across the table. He gave her half of his cheeseburger as the waitress smiled and walked away.
I saw an old couple today she peered into the darkness as his casket was lowered away. Tears graced her flushed, pale cheeks as one by one the mourners walked away.
I stopped for a moment to remember how swiftly life passes away.
(C) R.M. Brandon 2013

Riddle

Failure.
The fear of realization.
Realization of fear.
Everyone fails at something.
Some fail at everything.

Success.
If ever occasion arose.
To some is obsolete.
Some everyday complete.

Value.
Who is to judge?
What measure is used?
When calculating value of life
Who gets to choose?

Some say worthless
Others irreplaceable.
In the great big world
It is easy to feel small.

Journey.
Explore beyond vision.
Trust beyond belief.
Travel through heart
Or simply follow your feet.

Life.
A journey destined to end.
Some experience years
Others, a few heart beats.
Some know only bitter
Yet embrace it as sweet.

Perspective.
The point from which one sees
The journey some rush to complete.
Others sit idly by
Awaiting patiently return
To the other side.

Riddle.
If there is no begining
Where did it begin?
If life is simply dying
Waiting for the end.
The ending does not exist
it simply begins again.
Continuous evolution
No begining, middle, end.

Eyes closed.
Take my hand.
Feel the wind softly blow.
Fall with me now.
For a moment we soar.

The ledge long gone.
Weightlessness
Gravity pulls on.
Taste the freedom
Everything is alright.

Pain.
Impact upon the ground
Has ended our flight.

Fear of failure has gone
Swiflty into the night.
Begining a new life.
The begining is the end
The end the begining.
Failure is success
when someonelse is winning.

R.M.Brandon 10/20/12

Cry Catepillar

A moment of stillness
In a chaotic world
A choice
The bitter wind turns
It must find a home
For change
Nature
Can not be ignored

The fuzzy little catepillar
Brown coat atop countless legs
Awkward
Solitare upon the dry soil
Searches

The pull, intense
Climb
Spin
Alone
For alone is the only way to grow

Fear settles deep
Unkown ahead
Ugliness of existence as it is
Small, inconsequential
Climb, yet again alone

Surrender
Bleak desolution of winter wins
Cold, alone on the ground
She whithers and dies

If only there had been no fear
A beautiful butterfly
Would have emerged
With the Spring sun

(C) RM Brandon 2012

Sensing, Intuition or Collective Consciousness.

 On presenting this question to a dear friend they retorted with an offer to take me for a mental evaluation. Regardless, unusual is me, and so the quandary continues. The phrase never discount a woman’s intuition is a staple for unexplained occurrences.  You know the feeling, when a coworker suddenly stops what they are doing reaches for their phone and it begins ringing before thy dial. Is this sensing, intuition, coincidence?  Or is there a greater current that runs beneath all things known? Is there, in essence, a quantum collective consciousness that flows through all things?

Essentially, as of now, it is determined that intuition is a fluke by the masses. However on pondering the workings of the nervous system, triggered by a series of chemically induced electrical currents collective consciousness comes into play. This is simply food for thought by no means tested (as of yet), simply a curiosity in the mind of one who wonders more than knows. What if intuition is simply a time at which someone becomes more sensitive to the electrical impulse of a stream of consciousness that flows through all living things?  Is it coincidence, the activation of a forgotten sense, or something larger? Below are some web definitions of each, take a look and tell me what you think.

sense/sens/  http://www.wordreference.com/definition/sensing ▶noun 1 a faculty by which the body perceives an external stimulus; one of the faculties of sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. ■ (one's senses) one's sanity: she seems to have taken leave of her senses. 2 an awareness of something or feeling that something is the case. 3 a sane and realistic attitude to situations and problems. ■ a reasonable or comprehensible rationale. 4 a way in which an expression or situation can be interpreted; a meaning. 5 chiefly Mathematics & Physics the property distinguishing two opposite but otherwise identical things, e.g. motion in opposite directions. 6 [as modifier] Genetics relating to or denoting a coding sequence of nucleotides, complementary to an antisense sequence.

Intuition http://www.awakening-intuition.com/articalsdefinitionintuition.html Father Maréchal, in Studies in the Psychology of the Mystics, defines the intuitive perception in these terms: "Intuition - defined in a quite general manner - is the direct assimilation of a knowing faculty with its object. All knowledge is in some sort an assimilation; intuition is an immediate 'information,' without an objectively interposed intermediary; it is the only act by which the knowing faculty models itself, not on an abstract likeness of the object, but on the object itself; it is, if you will, the strict coincidence, the common line of contact of the knowing subject and the object." Maréchal, Joseph, S. J., Studies in the Psychology of the Mystics, page 98. One of the most notable and suggestive books on the subject of the intuition, and one which gears in amazingly with both the eastern and western positions, is entitled Instinct and Intuition, by Dr. Dibblee [163] of Oriel College, Oxford. In it, he gives us several interesting definitions of the intuition. He remarks that "as sensation is to feeling, so intuition acts to thought, in presenting it with material," Dibblee, George Binney, Instinct and Intuition, page 85. Collective Consciousness http://www.highbeam.com/doc/1O104-collectiveconsciousness.html collective consciousness The English translation of Emile Durkheim's term conscience collective, which he defined in The Division of Labor in Society (1893) as “the set of beliefs and sentiments common to the average members of a single society.” In French, however, the word conscience refers to both “consciousness” and to “conscience”; thus the conscience collective relates to both the cognitive and moral dimensions of experience. Durkheim called specific instances or aspects of the collective …

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