This is like the best song ever! I love this song!!
Friday, June 13, 2008
I love Pink Floyd. Especially this song, on days like today!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
I went hungry today,
The Janjaweed took
What little was left,
To fuel their genocide,
While you shopped for new Prada.
My village was burned today
My son taken away,
Tortured for information
Then left for dead, a bullet in his head
And you bought a new plasma screen TV.
They took both my daughters,
Violated them right there, so brutally
Then they moved onto me,
As my babies watched, broken and bleeding,
And you browsed Netflix looking for something new.
My baby died a horrible death
A disease that costs $2 to prevent
He fought and he suffered,
He died without knowing life
And you complain about the price of a movie.
You run around in pointless pursuit
Chasing the dragons of Obsession,
Material Gain and Possessions,
While my people suffer and die.
I cried today, for my children and
My country, raped and pillaged,
For my husband, murdered in his sleep,
The tears won’t stop falling,
They won’t stop the killing.
We are the ignored.
'The Congo' Copyright Patricia Schoenberger 2008, all rights reserved worldwide.
Friday, June 6, 2008
I am trying very, very hard to turn my thinking around and cultivate positive thoughts, but let me tell you it is very hard to do when everybody is driving you freaking crazy!!! People just won't leave me alone. I'm so tired of the phone ringing and having people knock at the damn door. I want to run away and hide from all the chaos and noise. I'm quite manic today, and anytime I have a manic phase I'm very sensitive to sound, and all the noise is making me fucking loony!
I feel like everyone wants a piece of me until there is just nothing left.
I think I'd better turn off the ringer on the phone, hide in my bedroom and burn some lavender to calm down before I start smacking people around!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I've been writing a lot and I'd like to gather a lot of my poems and short stories into a book and try to find a publisher. I'm not sure how I want to arrange them though. I'll have to play around with them for a while to see how I want the book laid out. But first, I'm going to try to send out some poems to a few magazines and newspaper publications. I just have to find some that would take my poetry. I have over 200 short stories and poems on my computer. I need to take the next step and start sending them out.
But, a part of me is afraid to. All I've ever wanted to be is a writer, and if I send things out and have them all rejected I would feel like a ginormous failure. My most passionate dream would be shattered. I know, all writers say you have to learn to handle rejection cuz there is a lot of it in the business. I guess that's something I'll have to work on.
The Drunken Midgets are excited to be in their last week of school. Today is their last full day. The youngest has finals today, the eldest tomorrow and Thursday. The youngest heads to Valleyfair with her school on Thursday, and the eldest goes on Friday with her friends. They are both so excited.
This is a little poem I wrote, inspired in part by my youngest daughter, as I was thinking of when she was about 4 or 5. It was also inspired by Poefusion's Friday 5 last week, the words being:
crash, yogurt, straw, gravel, ochre
from gravel roads
on her fingers
from when she
wrote her new poem
on the sidewalk
for all the neighbors
She attempts to suck
yogurt from a straw
just because she has to
be different, or maybe
because there are
no clean spoons
you never know with her.
Tangled brown hair,
dirt streaked face,
hazel eyes full of mischief,
at what I do not know,
her smile is like sunshine.
She jumps up,
it’s off to her big wheel,
my little daredevil,
she crashes into the mailbox,
tosses back a careless ‘I’m okay!’
and pedals furiously
down the street,
searching for another adventure.
'Youthful Innocence' Copyright Patricia Schoenberger 2008, all rights reserved worldwide.