Poetry Experiment: Ripped Dimensions

 

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Cauterised wounds show the festering scars

of a life that never could be,

instead the mayhem has reconciled

with the twinge of torment

left between the empty spaces.

Corruption entwine’s through the words,

that used to inspire and rally hope,

now there are secrets buried beneath,

a beast retains every mistake,

there’s no silencing the in-between.

Disorder and rebellion interject,

bringing struggle and strife

back from the brink,

breathing new life into the chaos,

there is no escape.

 

By: C.A. Gallinger

 

Poetry Experiment: Without Reality

 

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Photo: Gratisography

 

Settling with the mundane,

dreams of yesterday are gone,

tossed out with the greatest of intentions,

there are limitations in place of possibilities.

Should my feet carry forth,

or will my body lay down,

give in to the shadowed illusions,

drowning without a sound.

Normality doesn’t make the cut,

do not be fooled by the mask,

there are nightmares hidden,

beneath my tumultuous past.

Life isn’t what you make it,

that’s just another lie to satisfy the beast,

turning back is not an option,

you must sow what you reap.

 

By: C.A. Gallinger

 

 

Dawn-to-Dark Musings: 2017-06-03

 

I have been slacking when it comes to my blog. I was doing so well too. But it seems as though life has this uncanny knack of knocking me off-balance and throwing me into some new and foreign chaos. It happens when life is finally falling into a comfortable place. I suppose I should expect the unexpected, but I can never get used to it.

I am trying to rein myself back in, and take things slow. I have been overworking my mind, body and soul. The adverse reactions are starting to hit me, so that’s my cue to approach life in a different way. What that way is, well I haven’t quite figured it out yet. But I’m getting there.

My goal is to keep writing every day.

I can’t be that hard? Can it?

I will not burn out. I will keep creating, it is one of the things that keeps me going, leading me to believe that I am a productive and important member of society, even when my health fails me and tells me otherwise.

It’s just a bump.

 

C.A. Gallinger

Melodic Monday: “Red Hands”

Today I have chosen a catchy little tune that always puts a certain something in my step. I can sing this one at the top of my lung’s. It comes from the brilliant group, Walk off the Earth. There is something unique with their approach to music.

The words resonate and are relatable.

 

Red Hands” – Walk off the Earth

 

 

“Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded

I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it
I know if I fell down, you’d change the way that I saw it
I put it on the line for this time only
(Is that what you really want?)

I can’t see that I got red hands, I’m colorblind singing (day-oh)
Don’t put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh)
Never wanted to be fooling you, can’t believe I was wounding you-oo
(Is that what you really want?)

Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded

That gun is loaded, but it’s not in my hand
That gun is loaded, but it’s not in my hand
The fire burns, I’m not the one with the match, man
That gun is loaded, but it’s not in my hand
Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded

I’ve seen it all before, you back out, and everything’s changing
I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing?
I put it on rewind for this time only
(Is that what you really want?)

I realize that I got red hands, I wanna change this (day-oh)
Don’t ask me why I choose to lie, I stay blind, oh (day-oh)
It’s clear to me that you are human too, your accusations are burning through-oo
(Is that what you really want?)

Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded

That gun is loaded, but it’s not in my hand
That gun is loaded, but it’s not in my hand
The fire burns, I’m not the one with the match, man
That gun is loaded, but it’s not in my hand

Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded
Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded.”

 

This is one song that I never get tired of hearing. The melodies come together in a glorious package and it is hard not to get your feet tapping.

 

Until next week.

 

C.A. Gallinger

 

 

Poetry Experiment: Questionable Sanity

 

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Photo: Gratisography

 

Chaos is the comfort that soothes my soul,

captivating and mesmerizing,

the wild heart and soul.

A beautiful disaster unfolds,

as another world implodes.

Life is meant to be lived,

experienced in anyway it comes,

do not hide from the spirals,

embrace the one you’ve become.

Twisting through the focus,

getting lost though the in between,

here there is excitement and challenge,

this is not a world of make believe.

 

By: C.A. Gallinger

Melodic Monday: “Sleeping Sickness”

I am sure as I go along with this series, I will be featuring City and Colour a lot. Dallas Green has a haunting voice that speaks volumes. It touches your heart in soul in such a way you can’t stop but think and listen.

This particular song he collaborated with the iconic Gord Downie from The Tragically Hip. They come together in such a masterful way, this is one for the repeat button. The lyrics speak for themselves.

 

“Sleeping Sickness” – City and Colour

 

“I awoke, only to find my lungs empty
And through the night, so it seems I’m not breathing
And now my dreams, are nothing like they were meant to be
And I’m breaking down, I think I’m breaking down
 
And I’m afraid, to sleep because of what haunts me
Such as, living with the uncertainty
That’ll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain, just how I’m breaking down
 
 
Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead but now it’s like the night is taking sides
And all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be, this misery will suffice
 
 
I’ve become, a simple souvenir of someone’s kill
Like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul as if the
Great divide could swallow me whole, oh how I’m breaking down
 
 
Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead but now it’s like the night is taking sides
And all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be, this misery will suffice
 
 
Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Could it be, this misery will suffice”
 
 
 

This words are something I think most people can relate with. How many times have you been stuck in the darkness, pleading for someone to help you out? Hoping that you can be saved from the destruction that has befallen life. It’s a feeling of helplessness. We all just want to be heard and cared for.

We can all expose our inner turmoil.

Until next Monday!

C.A. Gallinger

 

Poetry Experiment: The Rush

 

 

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Photo: Gratisography

 

A rush is what she’s chasing,

something that makes her feel alive.

Balancing the perilous line,

of a daredevil escapade,

that will bring her that emotion,

of being larger than life.

Free from her dilapidated reality,

exposing the raw adventures,

ready to bring substance,

to her mundane existence.

This is what keeps her going,

when life gets in the way,

adrenaline is her drug,

and she needs another fix.

 

By: C.A. Gallinger