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M I N D Y

I don't want to die with my music still in me.

About Me

I am a culmination of life lessons. I am wise for the mistakes I've made and wiser still to know I will make more... hopefully not on purpose.

I am a writer...musician...painter...voice talent.

In the art world, they call me an "outsider" because I've had no lessons or training. when it comes to styles and techniques I have no clue except what I have discovered on my own.

Honestly, is there really a "right" way to be creative? Who's rules are those that dictate how we express ourself? Doesn't that go against the whole concept of "create"?

"We treat them like dirt
and love them like no other.
We renew ourselves in them.
They strengthen us.
They believe in us.
We believe in them and their ability
to make everything right again...
or at least feel better."

- M I N D Y (excerpt "Friends")



My Interests



"Lovers Canvas"

We choose a purple walk
That swirls through mind and attitude
Delving into hazes of lavender on our path
Misting our vista clouding our latitude

Of all the people we encounter
We can name but few in hue
As we speak royal blue words
Auras pressing and jangling view

We lift on tip toe and reach for white
In dreams we fly above dark scenes
To soft unspoiled clouds in tinted wisps
Collected waters boil emerald greens

We reach out hand to take hold our lover
Our heads turned from tainted ochre sours
Amidst true glows as we hold tight
Red on white merging, our lover, loves flower

I'd like to meet:

Jack Vettriano ** Leonardo Di Vinci ** Jules Verne ** Andrew Wyeth ** Chopin ** Vincent Van Gogh **Katherine Hepburn ** Gil Elvgren ** David Hockney

I like to meet all people. People are unique and offer much.

as i walked in his house
barefoot upon his carpet of earth
i surveyed his landscapes
hung exactly where he intended
i settled quietly in his "living" room
with the ceiling made of sky



Music:




"Morning"

The orange of morning

Stretches and yawns

Quietly over the hill

Tapping awake a sleeping world

As a blanket of fog

That cuddles and drifts

Slowly opens eye and lifts

Into the oncoming twilight

A stirring of breeze

Sways the trees

And ruffles the soft grasses

Stirs the perch

Of slumbering birds

Tucked deep beneath their wing

A preen of their feathers

They stand and bat lashes

A lift of wing and there’s flight

Gliding the cool air of morning

With others they are joining

As they gracefully etch

In black Silhouette

On the canvas of a new day sky

~ M I N D Y

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My Blog

That Part

I missed that partThe one where someone was my best friend for lifeThe one where there were familiar stomping groundsAnd unseen passing of timeI missed that part What I found was the pain o...
Posted by M I N D Y on Thu, 22 May 2008 01:18:00 PST

Someones One

I want to be someone's importance I want to be someone's first thought when he wakes A smile that crosses his face when he takes a break I want to be that someone's reason for having a lighter step...
Posted by M I N D Y on Sat, 17 May 2008 06:13:00 PST

Jealous Rain

The rain has finally stopped and only the dripping from the leaves of the tree that hangs over the drive can be seen and heard as its heavy drops smack the cement.  Steam clings close to t...
Posted by M I N D Y on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 01:03:00 PST

Sunset Sails

he sailed into the sunset armed with his small minded bullshit that just won't fit into his world of painted murals and sweet flowers their aromas permeate the air and snare the mind of those w...
Posted by M I N D Y on Fri, 09 May 2008 07:54:00 PST

The Tall Grass (Repost)

I lay in the tall grass watching silentas the brilliant orange of a day-old-sun sinks slowly into night.The blades bend and sway, dance and flutterbefore the golden rays in joyous celeb...
Posted by M I N D Y on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 02:24:00 PST

Morning

Photo by: Andre ZelmanThe orange of morning Stretches and yawns Quietly over the hill Tapping awake a sleeping world As a blanket of fog That cuddles and drifts Slowly opens eye and lifts In...
Posted by M I N D Y on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 08:37:00 PST

Her Photograph, My Words... A photo challenge with a friend

All photographs copyright 2001-2008: Carolyn Collins, all rights reservedi sit lost in thought staring but not seeing as mind travels far away the breeze strokes my skin as i sort through the din of t...
Posted by M I N D Y on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 10:08:00 PST

The Tome of Me

Open meI am your life bookFor your pleasure readingMy abilities exceeding those of dreamsYou can not shareBut here among the tome of meYou will find that I am free to beWhat you have always wantedAnd ...
Posted by M I N D Y on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 09:20:00 PST

My Quiet Voice

He's a quiet voiceAs I lay still upon pillowsHe's my troubadourSerenading my needsI feel him in our silenceOur understanding of place He speaks to me softSharing thoughts on sighsHe touch...
Posted by M I N D Y on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:54:00 PST

"Friends" - a repost

Every now and then we find the people that will tell us when we have spinach stuck in our teeth, that our clothes are on inside out, that our breath smells and our choice in men or women is far from a...
Posted by M I N D Y on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:17:00 PST