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indistinct

“I’m sorry…but what you are saying is rather indistinct.”

“What?”

“Indistinct.”

“In the sink? What’s in the sink?”

“What you are saying.”

“Down the toilet maybe…but not in the sink!”

“What?…..Oh…never mind…”

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.18.2015 @ 10:12 pm

gated

In her presence…..Jane’s intuition was suddenly gated….probably for he own protection. Unsure how to function without it, she retreated into the barn waiting for the stampede….

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 06.28.2015 @ 5:53 am

follow

Follow the wind as it pushes you forward.
Follow the river with your sails up high.
Follow the current and it zaps through your being.
Follow the truth til the day you die.

Seek intuition and do not forget
The part of your brain that they want you to lose.
Follow the rhythm and flow of this planet.
Remember your life can be what you choose.

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 06.26.2015 @ 3:31 am

neat

“Isn’t that NEAT?” the teacher said as she walked away.

The child sat there….not quite sure how to understand what was said.

Was it a comment on her cursive writing? Maybe it did have style. Was the teacher genuinely interested in what she had to say? Did she discover a different way to look at the topic…that her teacher had never seen before? Perhaps by the time the teacher had gotten to her desk…she was running out of interesting adjectives to describe student work.

“I guess I’ll never know,” she muttered as she put away her notebook yet again and sighed.

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 06.21.2015 @ 8:30 pm

distant

She saw the faint light on the distant horizon…hard to tell if the figure carrying the lantern was moving towards her or away. All too soon….daylight arose and the lantern was no longer seen amidst the brightness. She had to look away…eyes tired from the long night watch….it was then that she drifted off to sleep….

When she eventually awoke…she saw footprints in the mud. It looked like someone had stopped and stood for a while….but one can never be too sure…she fell back into the distant dream….night and day….past and present…wakefulness and sleep…merging into one….

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 06.20.2015 @ 7:20 pm

engaged

Deeply engaged, she moved slowly towards the voices that whispered just beyond her hearing. Jane couldn’t get close enough to make out the string of words…never-mind their cohesive meaning….but something didn’t feel right and she had finally learned to trust her intuition.

Suddenly, she remembered where she was and why she was there…and…more importantly….that she wasn’t supposed to be there at all…..but it was too late.

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 06.19.2015 @ 10:09 pm

octave

Octave…
The same…..yet separate
Separated by six notes….
Never to meet
In that linear sort of way
But vibrating..pulsating…
Together
In that space…
beyond
Awakening remembrance
Deep resonance
Just beyond…consciousness…
Octave..

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 06.16.2015 @ 7:41 pm

spilled

The contents of her heart, lay strewn upon the table
she tried to gather them up, the best that she was able

meanwhile…
the contents of her purse were laying on the floor
she didn’t try to pick them up, she didn’t need them anymore.

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 05.25.2013 @ 3:54 pm

themselves

if only they could see themselves
like I see them
if only they could love themselves
as I love them
if only they could be themselves
peak out from behind the mask
all I ask
all I ask
so simple a task
yet…
alas

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 11.09.2012 @ 3:56 am

forth

Go forth and be open to what the wolrd has to teach you. You’ll want to ignore it. Being in a human body is tiring…especially when what you think should be happening isn’t what’s happening. It sometimes seems easier to block it all out. Sometimes you’ll get so good at it you’ll forget…
Don’t forget.
Go forth and let love come through you…especially when you still have some memory of what that love feels like. As you get older, it’ll be harder to remember what you’re feeling rght now. This all encompassing feeling often gets forgotten…and when it happens…you may recognize it but after being absorbed in the world…their world… remember…it’ll come as a shock to your system.
Don’t forget.
When you’re there, time will feel like it’s only moving forward but you know now that that’s absurd. But there…you won’t question linear time. Parts of you will remember….but often the pieces won’t feel like they’ll ever fit together.
So go forth into the world. Don’t forget…although I know you will.
3…2…1…and go!

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 10.23.2012 @ 3:03 am

teeth

something wasn’t quite right
she kept combing her hair with the teethless comb
but her hair was still a mess
knowing that combing is what one does with a comb
she continued
completely perplexed

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 10.22.2012 @ 4:07 am

approval

“I don’t need anyone’s approval,” she typed as her status update into the rectangular box that was all too familiar. Then she waited…(while checking her pink hair in the mirror and painting her nails that colour that her parents didn’t like)….to see how many people would “like” it.

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 08.11.2012 @ 9:09 pm

instructions

okay
very funny
who put me here
in this body
on this planet
in this life
and totally didn’t give me the book of instructions….

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.21.2012 @ 6:33 pm

patrol

patrolling far
patrolling wide
intuition be my guide
but this ancient skill
creeps people out
filled with mistrust
and self doubt
so instead
we shut it down
so filled with fear
aren’t we darn clowns!

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.19.2012 @ 5:11 pm

stretcher

(to be sung in the tune of a late night drinking song:)

She lay there in the minefield
her body strewn apart
it was hard to get the stretcher in
everything was torn apart
blood was oozing everywhere
lives were torn apart
yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(Chorus)
singing yo-ho-ho and a bottle of gin
ye-ha-ha you say this is a sin
but I don’t have much use for sin these days
life is a work of art
yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for my heart

Her mind saw the whole scene from above
but there was nothing it could do
her heart was cut in pieces
beyond the healing touch of glue
as many looked upon the scene
just quite not sure to do
the mind just shook it’s head and said
I wish I were there too

(chorus)

It watched as she was wheeled away
that sunny afternoon
thrilled they got all the pieces
and they’d know what to do
the surgery was tricky
as it was so darn brand new
yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for my heart
(chorus)

The surgeon we very confused
never seen a case like this before
as the mind tried to follow
it ran into a closed door
the pieces of her body were strewn across the floor
yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(chorus)

it took great time and patience
to sew up the big mess
the mind waited patiently
thinking it was a test
I will emerge stronger
I will finally get some rest
yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart
(chorus)

After hours and hours of surgery
the heart was all fixed up
except for one small piece
that they got all mixed up
it landed in the trash can
amidst the gloves and waste
yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(chorus)

Finally the door opened
and she emerged anew
peaceful and contented
she seemed almost brand new
the mind rejoined the body
life could go on new
but something was now missing
in the dump it would live now
yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(chorus)

They saw that hearts are
the trickiest organi to mend
even with surgical tools
and plenty of money to spend
but people go on living
joy can still be found
so pass me the bottle
and we’ll go another round

singing…
yo-ho-ho and a bottle of gin
ye-ha-ha
and you say this is a sin
but I don’t have much use for sin these days
life is a work of art
yo-ho-ho…bring a stretcher for my heart

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.19.2012 @ 7:33 am

sonar

staring at the screen for salvation
facebook is the sonar for the nation
closed eyes
open thighs
not enough “whys”
not enough…Wise.

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.17.2012 @ 6:46 pm

crew

Aha. She knew it! She was certain that she’d caught glimpses of them before and she now understood why she never felt alone…always being watched! What an interesting….if not odd..crew of elflike beings. So novel….and odd…but yet so familier…

She watched as they scurried about….hiding her phone (What were they doing that for?)…moving her paperwork so that she’d be late tomorrow morning…having to stop to look for it…emptying the remains of the coffee grounds into the garbage! (Sacrilege!!!)

She felt betrayed….yet at the same time she felt loved. Did she have a hand in this? Had she had a conversation with these little people before she came into this life? Were they just helping her along…or conspiring against her…it was unclear…

Was there a such thing as fate? She no longer knew what that word meant…

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.16.2012 @ 5:07 am

auxiliary

I need some auxiliary support!

What?

I need some auxiliary support! I’ve never felt this way before! I am turning inside out! I’ve never cared more about someone’s wellbeing ever! Every neuron in my brain is firing! I want someone else to be excruciatingly happy! A depth of emotion is gushing through me so rapidly I can barely comprehend it! My hands tingle! My heart aches….I never knew it could ache like this! Oh my god the ache!!! I never knew I coulod miss someone like this! Is this how the rest of the world lives? Is this why people do the stupid things that they do? If I could just touch this person’s hand…their arm…their shoulder… they’d know the depth of my sincerity! I know it! What do I do?

Hold on.

What? What do you mean hold on? I’m dying here!

I’m just looking for my dictionary. I don’t know what the hell auxilary means.

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.14.2012 @ 7:49 pm

suggestion

Dinner In A Questionable Restaurant: Part One

I simply have one burning question
See what I say is merely suggestion
It’s up to you to decide on injestion
To take it in or spit it out!

It’s simply a matter of perception
Not deceit or deception
I’m just trying to prevent infection
I don’t want you to spit it out!

So I just ask for a little reflection
And perhaps upon further inspection
The food on your plate might not be perfection
Don’t you want a grain of salt!

» Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.10.2012 @ 6:52 pm

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