Like a character in a film noir movie

I gotta tell the truth.

I have a fistful of karma

And I’m singing the Darkside Blues.

 

 

 

 

I am drawn to the shadows.

Vampires are my best  friends.

Demons live outside my window

And sometimes I dance with them.

 

 

 

 So I am standing in the graveyard at high noon

 And the Mystic is a magnet to me.

 Sorry that I sing out of tune.

 But I gotta sing the Darkside Blues!

 

I am the tarot reader

I see aliens all around me.

So if you visit a voodoo tomb

Perhaps you finally found me.

 

 

 From Shakespeare all the way to Poe

The attraction has been true

Woman of the light, child of the night

I’m singing the Darkside Blues

 

One year ago tonight….the Blogstream came alive for me. A profound spiritual recognition…. déjà vu if you will.

 

This post is a compilation of  things I have posted on the stream....

 

Just in case anyone reads and wonders...I will be answering the comments from the post below.....I will not be sending PM's... 

 

"Tunnel vision is a metaphor for narrow mindedness, particularly in describing those who pursue an investigation with their conclusion already decided and proceed by only accepting evidence that supports their conclusion and excluding any evidence that contradicts their assumptions.”

 

The above was retrieved from wikipedia Category: Vision

 

No one really knows what would happen if you were to get sucked into a black hole. Current theories of black holes are  missing real data. The whole point is that no one outside a black hole can know what happens inside one.

 

 As you pass the edge of the black hole, called the event horizon, you lose the ability to communicate with the outside universe. No information from inside a black hole has ever been detected.

 

The term déjà vu is French and means, "already seen."

Since déjà vu occurs in individuals, with and without a medical condition, there is much speculation as to how and why this phenomenon happens. One school of thought, attributes déjà vu to simple fantasy or wish fulfillment. Some  believe it to be a mismatching in the brain that causes us to mistake the present for the past.

 

Or perhaps déjà vu  is related to a past-life experience.

 

 

 

The shadows move across the darkness, as the wind blows through the trees. Dancing stars beckon me, as I feel the music in the breeze.

The smell of winter born in the rain, is met by crushing thunder. And I feel the storm moving through my world. It will leave it's crushing pain and it's wonder.

The anger turns to rage when suddenly, darkness comes alive with an unexpected light. Sanity returns, like an old friend, when inspiration strikes, as the tree falls in the night.

A book without pages

 A love without romance

A brilliant soul magnet

Has just left the dance

 

 A story with no true end

An anger built on chance

 A faded soul magnet

Has returned to the dance

 

Tender times
and half forgotten rhymes
still touch me.

Slow motion lovers
abandon their mothers,
in a high speed world.

Sage burns and,
my heart still yearns
for the cleansing.

Free at last,
from the shadows of my past.
I'm going home.

A pilgrimage of the soul
to things I already know
I've come full circle.