Moments of Inspiration

On the Edge...

by Pamela Pujo

A forever fantasy materializing into reality

Emotional ecstasy exploding with dizzying delight

Moving the soul and the heart from a state of neutrality.

 

On the edge of a long awaited life altering transformation

Quivering, shivering, then surrendering

To a state of trust that must bring us actual affirmation.

 

Seeing visibly what's buried in your intuition

A serendipitous opportunity bringing

About a dreamlike moment to fruition.

 

Wrapped in a feeling of hope, hanging on a rope

That proverbial forbidden fruit

Keeps you coming back with haste

'Cause you addicted to the tantalizing taste.

 

On the edge of a moment...

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Visions of Gray

by PamelaPujo

A blurry blend of black and white

Clouded with bittersweet feelings

Caught between wrong and right

 

The weapon of wisdom

Bears the burden

To shield the soul and heart

From forbidden feelings to start

A conscious continuous conflicting cycle

 

Black, white, gray

Gray, white, black

White, black, gray

 

Hoping to stay

Caught in visions of gray

Bursting with kinetic energy

Exploding with a passionate

Pulsating prism of luminous rays

 

I think...I know...

Kindred spirits linger

In visions of gray

(c) 2015 Pamela Pujo

It's Too Late...Not Really

Have you ever thought that it’s too late to pursue your dreams?  It’s never too late to bloom and blossom where God has you planted.  He will send the rain and allow the sun to burst through your gloomy clouds, so you can grow into the person He has destined you to be.  Start dreaming again, and then pursuing your dreams.  Oftentimes, we allow our circumstances to hold us back, we allow negative thinking to hold us back, and we allow other people to hold us back. Be encouraged by those who did not allow their age, circumstances, experience, education hold them back from moving forward in life. If you have written a bucket list, start checking off the milestones you want to accomplish, and then add some more exciting things to pursue.  Be adventurous and take life by the horns.  Dig deep and plant your feet firmly, set your face in the wind and stand firm – just stand until you are strong enough, determined enough, sometimes you have to get mad enough to move forward and keep moving…free yourself from negative shackles.

freedom

negativity leads not to creativity

shackled minds lead not to freedom of time

skepticism leads not to open-minded optimism

disbelief leads not to economic relief

mistrust leads not to faith in us

               free yourself from limited thoughts

               spread your wings

               toward things higher sought

bonded only by ideas of others bought

from sellers of chains

to keep your dreams caught

held in a darkened space

searching, searching for an open place

               free yourself from limited thoughts

               spread your wings

               toward things higher sought

                  excerpt from Journey Through Time ©2006

 

 

How Much Do You Give...Of Yourself

We all have a second to give a smile. We all have a minute to say, “Hello.” We all have five minutes to genuinely engage in a conversation by simply asking, “How are you?” “What’s up in your world?” In today’s world of multiplicity of connectivity, we can text “Hey BFF” (not while driving of course and some of us not even while walking). We all can find time in our busy schedules to connect and communicate with family and friends near and far. Remember the old AT&T slogan, “Reach out and touch someone.” Reach out before time runs out. It costs us nothing to talk, share, and engage.  Have you ever had the opportunity to connect or reconnect with a loved one or a dear friend, and you thought, “I’ll call them tomorrow.” Tomorrow came and became the present and then became yesterday and then became last week and then became last month and so on….until that day when your call doesn’t matter, because that person no longer breathes the same air as you. That person no longer walks in the green grass like you. That person longer can say, “Hello” to you. Choose today to reach out. Here are few words from my poetry collection, Journey Through Time that I penned to reflect on sanctity of time and connections.

Choose…
For Whom the Bell tolls
No one really knows.
Death’s Bell tolls at the unplanned hour
Chiming away at the very essence of our souls.
The view of heaven – or hell – unfolds
Our destiny comes into full view
Everlasting life of hell’s hot hues
Or heaven’s cool, peaceful blues.
We all must choose.
Day by day
Tick, Tock
Life’s Clock
Chimes another hour, another minute, another second
We lose.
Heaven or hell?
Our actions will foretell.

The concept that time is short and can stop at any second is the driving force that keeps me pursuing my dreams. I think what if God blessed with talent and ideas and I was ungrateful as not to develop and share those blessings. Life changes in an instant. Here is an excerpt from my novel, Forbidden Fruit, which takes you down a bumpy road.

At the tender age of twelve years old, Jackie could barely grasp the enormity of the news that the Sheriff earnestly tried to deliver with compassion. She waited for Meme to call her into the tiny living room, remembering her manners not to meddle in grown folks’ business.

          After what seemed like an eternity to Jackie, grandma beckoned for her to sit on the tweed olive-green sofa covered with a pastel knitted throw. Jackie noticed the tearstained cheeks, the red streaked glassy eyes, and the trembling dark brown lips as grandma tried to regain her composure. Jackie replayed the conversation in her mind like it happened yesterday.

          “Pumpkin, Grandma Meme has some sad news.”

          “Is it about Mama and Daddy?”

          “Yes, baby.”

          “What is it Grandma? Is it bad news?”

          “Yes, baby.”

          “I’m a big girl Grandma. What is it?”

          “Pumpkin, Mama and Daddy were in a car accident.”

          “Are they in the hospital?”

          “No, baby. They didn’t survive the accident. Both of them were…,” Grandma’s voice had trailed off, unable to bring herself to say the words, killed or dead.

          “Are they in heaven with Grandpa?” Tears started to flow down Jackie’s cheeks like tiny silver streams. She wiped away the wetness with the back of her hand. She missed her mama already, and only a small part of her daddy.

          “Yes, baby, in Heaven. Are you ok sweetie?”

          Jackie nodded her head up and down. She finally managed to softly say, “I’m ok. Are you ok Grandma?”