Shattered Images

Joseph finishes his writing for the evening. He places his pen down gently next to the paper as he takes a last sip of wine. He rises from the chair and takes a seat on his couch. “Time to relax and forget about the evening” he thinks.  Time to enjoy being. He then looks up and places headphones on his ears and turns on his iPod. The Cure’s “Picture of You” will play over and over again. Now time for his daily fix, a necessary evil that haunts his every being. He tightens the rubber band on his arm, exposing his vein for easy injection. He grabs the eight ball off his coffee table ready for injection.  A quick poke of his needle and the deed is done. Minutes pass and Joseph’s body falls onto the couch in somewhat of a fetal position. His eyes affix upon a half filled glass of wine on his table.  The background slowly becomes a blurry glow of colorful lights.  Is this real or just his imagination?  The music at this moment is so clear, as if the singer is directing the lyrics directly o him.

“So delicate lost in the cold You were always so lost in the dark.”

He tries to focus on the blurry colors in his line of vision but it’s not working.  It is as if these are the only lights in the room. He feels his body begins to shiver as if he were cold yet finds himself sweating profusely.  “What is going on?” He can’t tear his eyes away from the glass.  The colors behind it are haunting him.  Why can’t he make them clear. He hears more lyrics from the song.

“If I had only thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart”

He thinks of what he wrote just a few minutes earlier. The words on the paper next to the glass still in his view.  The colors behind it still won’t go away.  The letter is dark.  A few hours before there was a second glass of wine along with his. Now that one lay shattered next to the front door of his studio apartment.  Wine slowly running down from where the glass impacted.  He stares at that image momentarily. It reminds him of blood from a horror movie.  His eyes shift back to the wine glass.  Alone on the table.  Alone.  Like he is at this very moment.  Music blaring into his ears.  His mind memorised by the colors behind that glass.

“There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart”

Everything begins to become blurry as he hears one last line of this song.  The music slowly fades and the room becomes totally dark.  He lay motionless.  The photo of the female who earlier walked out the door lay on the floor next to the couch.  She now gone from his life.  Now life has gone from him.  

“There is nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to never feel the breaking apart, my pictures of you.”

This is a work of fiction, written for:

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This was written for Picture it & Write

I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pintrest.

OH Precious Vinyl

OH precious vinyl, where have you gone?

I miss the messages from my favorite artist

written within your album jacket just to me!

My birthday money spent on you

either in 33 or 45 rpm speed.

Sending music into my room

for me to sing along.


OH precious vinyl, where have you gone?

You are not longer with us

constantly being replaced by new technology.

Cassette, cds, mp3s.

I miss my trip to my local record store

with my mother years ago.

Thumbing through rows of cardboard jackets

all colorful, each cover their own story.

Protecting the beautiful music within.


OH precious vinyl

You may be gone from the public eye

but not from me.

You are hidden inside

stacks and stacks of jackets

worn around the edges and discolored.

But still shiny and perfect condition.

Ready for the player to spin you round and round.

With a needle to act as your microphone.

To play me a memory!


This was written for THE MAG

Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the image to use for your post.

Bonding with Kids Daily Prompt: Musical

This was written for the Daily Prompt: Musical

What role does music play in your life?

There are so many different aspects of my life where music has played a prominent role.  From listening to music with friends during my teen years, dancing during the disco era (yes I am admitting it!) to going to concerts of my favorite bands.  Music is something in my teen years that I shared with friends and it was important to all of us.  It strengthened our bond.  

Now that I am way past my teen years, I use music to bring me to different places mentally.  It can help me out of depression, ease my mind from life’s challenges or brings back great memories of my younger years.  Music has placed stamps on my course through life.  

As I have gotten older, I began to listen to the lyrics.  And reading the lyrics.  This aspect of music has brought new light to what musicians offer.  As a young man, I would just sing the song and never understand truly what was behind the song.  Now, I am constantly amazed how they poured their heart out to the public.  They weren’t afraid to share their struggles of their life even when it was obviously painful.   I think of “Time for Me to Fly” by REO Speedwagon.  Great song from a musical sense.  But listen to the lyrics.  There is a young man understanding a relationship has been one-sided and he must move on.  So beautiful.  The music on Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumors” album is filled with the pain of two couples breaking up during the recording process.  How did Ronnie Van Zant write such a beautiful song as “Freebird” while he drank  and partied to excess?  Like it or not that song will be around for eternity.  I heard John Mellencamp once say in an interview that he wrote “Jack and Dianne” for himself but over the years he understand it is not his song any more, it is the audiences.  And he was fine with that.  How cool.  

Isn’t Stevie Beautiful

Currently I have to say that music has been another way to connect with my kids.  Unlike my father when I was a kid, I am enjoying current music while my kids will like songs I listen when I was their age.  My daughter came up to me recently with a Fleetwood Mac song and asked if I remember the song “Never going Back Again’?  I was floored.  It’s not one of their more popular songs but it is beautiful.  How did she find it, I can’t recall.  But the connection is wonderful.  Same with my oldest son.  We constantly trade songs on iTunes.  And listen to music on You Tube.

I remember a line in the movie City Slicker’s where Daniel Stern’s character says something to the effect of  When he was 18 and him and his dad couldn’t relate to anything, they always had baseball”.  Now I don’t ever feel that distant from my kids, but I feel we always have music.

Right now I am so in love with the video and song by Annie Lennox called “No More I Love You'”.  HERE is the video.  It’s so very soothing and so beautiful both musically and visually.  

Oh I could go on and on.  I’d leave with how music puts me in a place of calmness, even when life is throwing everything it has at me.  Escape.  Even if it’s only for three or four minutes!

Till we meet again.  Good Day!

Mind of Shoo!

Daily Prompt: Musical.

Where am I going?

I have been blogging for a little over a month now.  It has been quite the experience for me.  However, my blog is going nowhere that I thought it would.  Is that a bad thing?  I think not.  What I have learned in this short time is that I really enjoy writing.  I have gone from wanting a blog to find others who are adult children of alcoholic parents to just want to express myself creativity.  Certainly I can find a way to do both.  Or at least attempt this.  But it the use of words that I enjoy. 

Now I am not saying that I am any good at writing.  When I ask people or reasearch how I can improve my writing skills I inevitably hear the word read.  Read all you can.  Read outside the genre you are interested in.  READ! READ! READ!  Now this is scary for me.  I want to improve my writing.  However, I am overwhelmed with all the material presented on how you can improve that I frankly don’t care to read all of it.  Not to mention I am not a good reader.  Reading is hard for me.  So can I improve without reading?  I don’t know.  Is reading really the foundation to successful writing?  Possibly.  Most successful authors will tell this to us.

How about music?  How about movies?  Both of them use words, only they are attached to sound and visual.  There are so many beautiful words in music if you just look past the music.  I am moved and haunted by music.  By just lines in music.  “I want to sleep on the hard ground, in the comfort of your arms.  On a pillow of bluebonnets and a blanket made of stars.”  This is a line from a Dixie Chicks song that I find incredibly beautiful.  Even if this is all I look or listen to, I am moved that someone could write something so beautiful in my eyes.  Now this is a key point. In MY eyes.  Look, I don’t even like country music but for me these words are, well, music to my ears.  And that’s without Natalie Maines’ lovely voice.  I can find lines in movies that are beautifully written and poignant.  In The League of Their Own, Jimmy Dugan (Tom Hanks) responds to Dotty’s (Gina Davis) saying baseball was getting to hard by saying; “Its suppose to be hard. If it wasn’t hard everyone would do it.  It’s the hard that makes it great!”  If I could only write something so powerful.  And it doesn’t hurt how perfect an actor delivers such a line either. 

Where am I going with this?  I have absolutely no clue.  What I know is this.  I understand I can’t change the world with words.  I understand that I probably will never get published or sell a script.  But I can dream can’t I?  I ever wrote about my dreams in THIS post some time back.  I understand I want my words to affect people.  I want to use the words I type on this screen to make them think about issues I feel important to our nation, our being.  Like accepting everyone regardless of color, beliefs or nationality.  So, I will continue to just write.  Or ramble as I am doing today.  I will write for me.  I will write what I feel and want to express if only to myself.  I know not many people will even read this!  But I will work to be a better writer.  Somewhere along the way, I can only hope that someone is moved by something I write.  Or someone thinks deeply about an issue of importance to our everyday existence.  Everything else will take care of itself.

I don’t know or understand the direction of this blog or my mind for that matter.  I just know there are millions of words in my mind.  I can only hope that I am somehow able to put them on paper in an order that others will want to read.  I don’t care where my blog goes, as long as the minutes I spend writing each day gives me some peace and fulfillment.  If only so brief.

Till we meet again.  Good Day.

Mind of Shoo

I Wish

I wish I could paint a picture.  On canvas with colorful brush strokes.  It would hang in a museum to share with the world, so bright and radiant.  To interpret as you wish.  For people to look at and wonder what was on my mind while I held that brush.  For it to have meaning to each visitor.  Whether it be happy or sad.  My own Van Gogh, painted with pain and anguish for the world.  For me.

I wish I could pick up a guitar then put a pencil to paper and write a song.  A song to share with the whole world.  A song to sing to people on the street as they toss their change into my guitar case or on a stage with the audience singing to me as if they wrote it.  I hear their happiness or is it sadness, so loud and clear.  A song that will last generations and is no longer mine but everyone’s.   Forever.

I wish I could write a story.  A story penned so eloquently with my pain and suffering.   A story I can share with the world.  So people could read and understand that they are not alone in their suffering.  Written for me but knowing there are others that can’t pen their feeling as I can.   With the hope that they may someday meet me and say thank you for writing what they feel.  They have healed.  My gift to them.

I can’t paint nor play a guitar.  I can’t pen my thoughts eloquently. 

But I can dream.

Till we meet again. Good Day.

Mind of Shoo 

Daily Prompt Circle of Five

A writer once said, “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” If this is true, which five people would you like to spend your time with?

I know I am a day behind but I really wanted to do this one!  Who would I spend my time with? So so many choices.  I’ll give it a shot.

 The great Freddie Mercury.  My understanding is he died unhappy.  How could it be?  He gave so much to the music world.  He is easily the one person I’d give anything to talk to.

Conan O’brien.   The funniest guy alive.  His humor is intelligent yet simply written and to me just unbelievably funny. His commencement speech to the Darmouth Class of 2011 is historical.  You tube it, it is so funny yet you can see how affected he was about his issues with NBC.

Walter Cronkite.  Growing up as a young kid in the 70’s, he was the news.  He came across that screen to me as humble, honest and trustworthy.  He is one I would love to pick his brain cause he reported on so much.  I remember him ending the news with the total number of Americans lost in Viet Nam.  Great man.

The great Morgan Freeman.  He has always come across as someone you could easily sit down with and have a beer.  Fame doesn’t seem to make a difference to him.  His acting is incredible, I am surprised he only has one Oscar.  Not to mention his voice is so soothing. I wish he would live forever.

Vincent “Bo” Jackson.  What more do I need to say then Bo.  Easily my favorite athlete of all time. 

It’s hard to make a list of just five.  I’d love to meet my mom and dad again.  My Uncle Charles.  My grandmother who was the quintessential southern belle. 

Till we meet again.  Good day.

Mind of Shoo

Wow! That’s what that song was about!

As long as I can remember, I have always loved music.  I suppose looking back the reason for this was an escape from my reality at the time.  Or maybe it was just a way to relax.  Well, whatever the reason was, I can often be found listening to music in my room.  My first music purchase as Kiss “Dressed to Kill” on 8 track.  I had a large collection of albums and 45s!  Yes, I am that old!  Although I consider myself at rock fan at heart, I listened to lots of different music still to this day.  And boy could I sing along with all the songs! With the door to my room closed and the music so loud I couldn’t hear myself, I could belt out the words to many a song with all my heart!  Which brings me to a particular song by the Commodores.  I remember it vividly both music and visually.  I owned only the 45 and played it over and over again.  I often slow danced to the song on Sunday evenings at the local disco, The Sting, on teen night and skated to it often during the couples skate at Roller City in Lafayette, Louisiana.  It was written in 1979 by Lionel Richie and called Sail On.

Recently, for some reason, the song came into my head while I was listening to music on You Tube!  I Love You Tube!  I played an old video of the Commodores singing this song and could easily sing all the lyrics to the song.  It is, in my opinion a beautiful song.  But listening to it now, I found it strikingly deep cause now understood the lyrics.  I you tubed the song with lyrics and read them as the music played and was just amazed at what he had written.  At the time, I always pictured Lionel Richie as the guy singing the funky song Brick House.  But this was certainly a very personal song that I assume was written from an emotional experience in his life.  As many times as I listened to and sang along with Sail On,  back then it was just a song.  Now as an adult, it’s an experience of the writer on a page that had meaning behind it.  Deep meaning.  Its amazing what 25 years will do to a song, at least in my mind.  It’s so well written lyrically and I just can’t imagine sitting down and writing something that emotional.  I would love to have the guts as well as the talent to put down into words an experience as his and give it to the public!

I am happy to report that I had most of the lyrics correctly as a kid with a few exceptions.  I still find it a beautiful song.  But now I understand what is behind it and applaud Mr. Richie for giving it to us to listen to these many years.  I am happy to see that he still sings it regularly at his concerts.  It was so neat to remember how much I enjoyed the “song” back then.  It is great to be so moved by the song lyrically now as an adult well into his 40s.  Thanks for sharing your experience with the world…..still so many years later Mr. Richie.

Till we meet again.  Good Day

Mind of Shoo