I needed a page to spill on, a wall to pin up, what was on, in, or from my mind. Things like: Poetry; Pictures; Rants and Journal notes. Funny graphics and jokes. Essays and questions. For Political and Social posts Check out the Barking Roof Dogs
Monday, December 26, 2005
Christmas is Over
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I'm On Air
with me on the floor.
Breathe me in 'cause I'm on air
and dripping down your door.
Inspiration melts in me
blends into my core.
With powers from the blessed be
bleeding into more.
Melinda Marinko
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
"You have those cat eyes like my Mother!"
I was blessed to get to know my grandma over the past 11 years during my visits to Fort Wayne Indiana. I would spend day after day with her for anywhere from 2 to 5 weeks. I will always cherish those times.
My Grandma told me about the beautiful love affair she had with my Grandpa. They fell in love while they were still in their teens. He being 2 years older caused my Great-Great Grandparents, who were raising Grandma at the time, to forbid her from seeing him. They wrote letters to eachother until she was of age. She saved those letters all these years. I was told that my two aunts, Sue and Linda read those letters to Grandma yesterday.
Grandma died last night. She had bone cancer and was in terrible terrible pain. Grandpa died of cancer 25 years ago. They are together and with her beauty-feet they are dancing in heaven now. I know this because I remember how Grandma's eyes would light up when she would tell me how sometimes she would dream they were both young again and he came and swept her up, swung her around and they danced for what seemed like forever to her.
I am truly blessed to be offspring of such a love. A deep never-ending love.
When I left Ft. Wayne in Early March 2003 Grandma said with tears in her eyes, "I'm never going to see you again, Mindy" She hugged me so tight. We both cried.
Rest in sweet beauty peace Grandma. You deserve it.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Kindred Spirits
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
I've got a Little Black Book with my Poems In...
These words were true for me until November 22, 2005.
I have no idea where my black book of poems... my bag... my toothbrush nor comb among many other things I once possessed are.
These things are of no value to any other person on the face of the earth - but me. Still somebody decided that I couldn't possess these things anymore. Refused to say where they might be.
BODY? "check!" MIND?"check!" SOUL? SOUL? ~ahem..Hello?!~ SOUL?!!!
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Autumn
Today as I rode the bus through town I remembered why it is that Autumn is my favorite season. It is so messy, like I am. Yet, it is a beautiful mess. All the colors on the pallet are represented.
The sky is ever changing and unpredictable.
In Oregon the autumn sky is like no other season. There are days of fierce storms interspersed with moments of blue and patchy white clouds. The rain is sideways at times and the rainbows span the sky. The creeks are full and the trees never more beautiful.
With all the changes in my life, some ugly some grand... The changes of autumn are always the beginning of the end and the promise of a new beginning that is always welcome.
I do not know when I will have access to a computer again but, I want all those who read this to know that my recent humbling is a promise of grander things for me and inspiration to once again be the creative soul I know myself to be. I wish to share this part of me with you soon. Very soon.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Little guy not so little
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I've Been in Salem
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Pale In May
Winter and lace
so cold yet I sweat
and the days of blood letting
they haunt and regret
yes i am pale in May...
what time has washed away.
Summer and wool
so hot I shiver
and the days of healing
yet to deliver
when forgetting
what time has washed away.
Melinda Marinko 9/28/05
Sunday, September 25, 2005
The Emerald Glass
lies a thought in which you breath
lost inside my twisted hopes ...
and a face of make believe.
I'm consumed and always knowing ...
the emptiness is you
All I have is this desire ......
Yet you haven't got a clue
In depths, void of heart or soul
I've found a place to hide.
Where the silence cannot find me
but the laughter passes by.
How could it be I feel this way --
you hardly know me true
I used to be aloof and proud --
alone, but without you.
Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Processing all that is.... becomes a heavy weight. Misunderstood is commonplace.
The masses are not cursed with the ability to decipher the layers of reality therefore, a genius is perceived as Insane.
Have you ever entertained the notion that maybe all those committed to institutions actually were the only ones that had a clue?
Maybe the earthbound with power could saturate them with poison and blow them up....Maybe the "crazy guy" yelling into the air downtown is refusing to obey the
voices of the powers that be. (No, silly! I do not hear voices. I wish I did sometimes. Maybe they could give me a clue.) God only spoke to the world 2000 + years ago? If Noah's began 50 years ago building an Ark.... he'd either be committed or outcast. If even just a few of the contributors of the Bible were submitting their stories today.... they'd be publically shamed and discredited.
...but I digress. It seems to me that genius often turns to alteration of mood. "Head change"
There is most definately validity in the saying "Ignorance is bliss".
Monday, September 05, 2005
Mosh
Monday, August 22, 2005
I Am In Here
One track - empties
disrespectful they breed disgust,
attractive as swine at the trough
... all they want is to just get off
Like the talkers that refuse to hear
outside views only interfere
when all they want is in your mouth
how dare you make them go without
They try to corner you into an obligation
by creating a "few dollars" situation
I wouldn't even waste sad on them
Everything they say or do
is driven by the urge to screw
Irresponsible refusing to change
If you are pretty you only have your self to blame
I don't care if your balls turn blue,
or how much money you say you blew
I am more than just my skin ....
If you want to buy bring no less than one million
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Oscar Wilde
... Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike,will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide,and secret valleys in whose silenceI may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I maywalk abroad in the darkness without stumbling,and send the wind over myfootprints so that none may track me to my hurt:she will cleanse me ingreat waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.-- Oscar Wilde, -- "De Profundis"
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Faith Light
Hate is a symptom, the actions, the outcome of fear.
Mine is not giving, not having or living, but the spoon.
Blind is the anger, the hater, the one forgetting so soon.
Light comes from within us, to guide us, a force from above.
Faith is our option, assistant, the drive empowering love.
Ours is not lonely, not shallow nor riddled with doubt.
We can together, find peace and a purpose, what life is about.
Copyright 2005
Sunday, July 31, 2005
arrrrrgghhhh!
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Money
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Cryptic previous Post
Here's the logic behind my thinking: The other parent that is left devastated and alone to raise the kid and mourn the lost relationship can in no way be a parent. On many levels. I am not going to go into examples or details on why. If you think about it - you'll know what I mean.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Courts of Law
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Painting the Rainbow
Painting The Rainbow
Living is green - the color of growing.you're part of the scene - you're naturally showing.
Anger is red - the color of blood.gone out of your head? Now rise above.
Being is clear - no color at all.and things that you fear - will color your fall.
Craving is purple - the color that's rare.you jump over hurtles to find yourself there.
Decision is gray - the color between.you bend and you sway. on one thing you lean.
Loving is gold - worthy of wealth.dont let it be sold or lay on a shelf.
Your sins are all black - the colors combined.you cant take them back there is no rewind.
Life is a rainbow you paint everyday.the 'you' that you show the life you display.
Melinda S Marinko
Copyright 2002
Thursday, July 07, 2005
It's 2005
In the age of total world communication and sci fiction is now science NON-fiction, I feel it's time to reach out to the masses so my family and friends don't have to listen to me anymore. Now it is your turn. When I return to continue this blog (can't right now - gotta go) I will spill out onto this keyboard snack sized observations. My bowl of mixed nuts, (if you will) washed down with the fermented mind altering liquid I call the "Mind of Mel Margarita".