They can take my money
They can take my clothes
They can even take my job
But one thing they can never ever have is my soul
I and only I control that!
Remember that the universe doesn’t forget. Karma oh karma
With Love
Guady G
Please share with everyone you know to uplift them. Sending positive vibes to all.
Why is it that when you share with others that someone you love is sick or is dying, the question they ask is “How old?” So you tell them the age and the response varies depending on the age.
A baby makes people sad because life wasn’t lived. If you say an age over 80 then the response is “Well at least they lived a good life.” Is it supposed to hurt less because they were older?
In actually it hurts more because there are more memories and stronger bonds. Heck if it’s family it hurts because you will miss their facial expressions, their hugs, the tears they shed for you because they worried for you. They cared for you like no other could. Heck that response gets me upset and a bit irritated. Continue reading “The elderly and ….”
It doesn’t matter if you are big or small
Whether you are short or tall
It doesn’t matter the clothes you wear, the color of your skin or the texture of your hair.
You are beautiful beyond compare
You are beautiful and please don’t forget
Make life choices you won’t have to regret
You are also witty and quite smart
They are foolish if they don’t give you the part in a play, for a job or for a date.
You are beautiful so don’t you ever ever hate
Yourself.
You are beautiful so embrace yourself.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
I love you all. Have a beautiful day!
Who are you if no one can see you? You walk into a room and no one gives a shhh it. You might as well be a ghost! Invisible! Continue reading “Is it a ghost?”
My dearest Avid Reader aka Avid
Today a co-worker called out and there was a typo. It read Avid and of course I thought of you. Yes after all these blogs.
It’s been years since we last exchanged letters, words and exclamation points. If I must be honest I miss how often you commented. It was with sophisticated prose more wondrous than any rose.
Your written stanzas are forever embedded in my cerebral cortex. Your words so exuberant, they still cause a rise in my neurotransmitters. They still wow me.
Your daily poetic messages were like tender caresses. Those innuendos and those read in between the lines still cause me to hyperventilate. You always knew that.
I wonder if you are still reading my work after it goes to your inbox. Are you holding back commenting? Did you lose interest in my words and in my thoughts? Where are you?
I miss you, even if you might just be conjured up. Are you hiding that part of yourself that only I knew? Sometimes I think you only existed in my limbic system.
I’m a writer and a reader. You were my muse. You were my avid reader. You inspired me to go deep within myself and write and write and write.
Were you real? Were our exchanges truly intertwined? Now the consonants and vowels hold such a disconnect. You left, I write but with my muse gone it doesn’t feel right. No matter the time, no matter the distance you shall always be my Avid.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Keep safe everyone.
Sending good vibes
Fluidity 