What is calling to you...? -S.M. Bjarnson

Stars splashed against the night sky.

 The watercolor wishes brushed gently upon what we thought as our reality. 

Terms and conditions of where they would end up, that they not be lost forever, but maybe a farewell for a short time. 

We have reconciliation with those who have passed. T

hose in line next to us who have the ok to go ahead and explore the unknown universe. 

We are jealous, but why? We will get our chance when the timing is sincere. 

When the envelope opens and our name is printed on it. We will be golden we tell ourselves. Perfect for the job. 

Adventurer in the soul and body, a survivor in the min

d.  We are born and yet we die. We are happy and yet we endure sadness. 

Cherry tips and velvet lips, we are all a part of the board game we play. 

Wouldn’t you agree? If I was but 3 and you art 5, then in time you would presume to be called first in our line. I’m sorry to say only the young croak alone. 

Secret whispers upon the second. 

My name is called and yet I am unready. I have practiced and played my part a bystander if ever relevant and now here I am they are calling my name and I will secure the line. 

We are tormented by the time we have thought up. 

We are heartbroken in the moments we consider a life. Don’t forget the trembling of toes, never let up on the quivering of the tip of your nose. 

We are all consigned one day to be more than a commoner.

 Delved into our perspectives of life and leisure, our entrance into adulthood was nothing other than a welcome mat, worn from usage, tired from belonging. 

Turns out not all heroes are born. Their delivered. As if to say we can choose our path rather than our journey decides for us. I am a child, a woman living amongst the adolescence of man. For all we know we our destined road is that of unfortunate experiences. 

What is calling you?

Lazy as Goodbye

It was a lazy Sunday, you were going away, again.

The leaves were changing and you thought it would be a good time for leaving.

You call me up, I said what’s going on?

You said, I’m leaving.

Where you going?

Why you leaving…me, again?

I thought I told you, you can’t do this anymore.

If you wanted to be gone, you should have stayed away the first time.

You should have stayed gone.

But, now you’re back, and there isn't no changing that.

I know you’re scared, because you've never been hurt before.

You think leaving will save you from that heart ache.

But, I’m still the one here, you’re only hurting me.

Just give this a chance, a chance to be something more than a day in misery.

Now we may fight, we may curse, but baby were strong enough to get through all that trouble.

Look at me, feel this love.

Don’t be scared of tomorrow’s problems.

Because, today is today and tomorrow may never come.

Let’s live today.

Please just tell me one thing do you love me?

Do you want to be here with me?

Where you going?

Why you leaving me, again?

I thought I told you, you can’t do this again.

If you wanted to be gone, you should have stayed away the first time.

You should have stayed gone.

But, now you’re back, and there isn't no changing that.

You look at me, fear deep in your eyes.

My smile comforts you and brings hope to them.

Don’t worry, I say.

I won’t be leaving anytime soon baby.

You say me either.

I’m staying for good, this time.

 -S.M. Bjarnson

Now Onto The Next Step, by, S.M. Bjarnson

I wrote this article a little while ago for a friend blog. I thought it was time to reshape and revamp motivation for the year!

           There are many challenges in our lives that we can easily walk away from. Trials that phase us either the right or wrong way. There are plenty of times in a young artist's life when giving into the odds is easier than spiting them.

           Transforming from girl to woman, boy to man, is a course both chaotic and indirect. Nonetheless finding yourself in this oblivious world is a straight forward blur of uncertified facts mixed with a mirage of fictitious morals.

           Imagine yourself at the bottom platform of a cascading staircase. Your glance is met with all the necessary steps to acquire the high beacon.

           Your focus not declaring or assuming its presence. In life and in love, faith tells you, it exists. It speaks loudly in your ear persuading your greatest efforts of this wonderful idea of success. Eyes closed, deep breaths taken in. Picking up each foot to make the next sacrificing stride. This staircase leads you up a winding beautiful mountain. The scenery claiming no faults in any direction. Quiet peace surrounding your persona. Welcoming in this attitude of gratitude; you are calm and powerful. Hope lingers beside the knowledge of your daring being, ever so silently.

            As you make your way further up the curving pathway, not knowing what the next step may bring you; trust first, then believe. Without question or much hesitation you begin to hear a faint annoyance of a buzzing. Turning around, the landscape empty except of you. Ignoring the humming whispers, you decide to press on. Suddenly, the small buzz has turned into a crack in the stone, a trip in your step. Staggering your progress and casting your view down. Faces appear at your shins grasping at your weaknesses and applauding them in mockery. The doubts and fears you have start challenging you, whispering to you false information. They tell you there is no chance in paradise with you ever reaching the top of this hill. You're never going to accomplish the task ahead. The last ones always cutting the deepest; you are unworthy of being victorious. Draining the potential power left to win this race. They have made a personal commitment to bringing you to your knees in definite defeat.

            You stumble trying to keep balance. Scraping by another inch or so. You rise each foot again and again. Pledging your name to that trophy. The new found strength in your legs makes the effort easier. There's a break between the white clouds and your destination is in pleasant view.

            Throwing your hands up in the air. Hallelujah on your tongue. You have made the long journey. On top you are welcomed with applause and a celebration of your triumph.

    In closing a final tune to keep in mind:

        When you’re stuck in rut, and your story won't fly.

Think of the thoughts that make your heart jump and the setting catered your way.

What words would be said and words be exchanged, how confident are you with the world you have created?

Can you think up a rhyme or a time of age?

A character’s name or how it will end?

Just remember when you’re down on your pen and your ink has run dry, tomorrow has a better thought in mind for the end of your lines.

        

Best wishes, and whimsical hope!

S.M. Bjarnson

Called to GO

I got that letter the other day accepting me and saying I’m good to go.

So I’ll pack up my belongings, pack away the memories, we’ve contributed too.

Because, I think I’ll take that opportunity, think I’ll start that journey.

Been wondering if I should tell you, what I’m feeling so.

Been wondering how you feel about me and about us.

Going to get in my car, roll down those dusty windows.

I know it will be hard but, I’m going to turn my back to this place, to you, if I have too.

I’ll be gone like yesterdays sunshine.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Will you cry, will there be tears in your eyes?

Will you miss me, will you kiss me, goodbye?

Will you shout to me, will you scream for me?

Were you planning on yelling my way, honey?

Honey, Please, Don’t GO! I need you, so much, it kills me inside.

So what’ll it be…be, be?

 You going to follow me or just let me go…

I’ll take you with me if you want too, go.

Grab my hand; take the seat next to me.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

As I drive away, my heart starts to fluster.

You didn’t show up to my going away parade.

Don’t you like me, like I liked you?

Maybe it could have been love.

Maybe it could have been something real for once.

I guess things change and you never wanted me the same way.

I won’t be seeing you around, so goodbye, I wave.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Guess it’s time to say so long, I take one last look around for you.

Hey is that you?

My bags are packed, yours are too.

I see you standing there, next to our departing ledge.

You’re wearing that smile that leaves me breathless.

I reach for you, guess this is hello.

-S.M. Bjarnson

Inspire Yourself

Inspire yourself!

Was there ever a time in your life when you were more then down on your luck, crying to the figurative heavens questioning why, oh why???
Remember with all trials come resolutions, all heroes once nobodys. The cream of the crop is a tool only you have to harvest. The remarkable part of life us that you do fail, and continue to fail, not to mention you keep trying and going, but ultimately you seize to succeed. Why? You've given it your all time and time again. You go back you relearn, study longer, but the effort hasn't paid off. Is it fear that keeps holding you back? Is it the very notion that makes you realize, hey maybe I can do it. Do you wake up grudgingly cursing the morning for things it hasn't even brought you yet? You have to wake up to early for school; the sunrise is a miracle and beautiful in it's new day birth. Traffic is jammed and you're late to work; you have at some level found yourself a job you are skilled at, at least you have the opportunity to work. I'm so stressed school work is piling in by the truck load; education/knowledge is the greatest gift of all rewards.
The sun will always rise as it will always set. A book is a book the only difference is the words. You make the day count! You wake up with just a little bit more of gratitude, you'll be on your shining new way!

Many wishes! Best Thoughts!

Stay tuned, more to come!

S.M. Bjarnson