And the blocks just keep on falling

THE BLOCKS JUST KEEP ON FALLING -BB 3

Building on the first two verses or stanzas from last week wasn’t incredibly straining, however, it  created a train of thought for this. Song/poem that has me a bit perplexed.  I’m looking  at the direction this is taking, however, when you create things they. Go where they go and maybe you mold them later and maybe you don’t.  It’s the chance the creator takes.  

so again, I want to address the peace and joy  stuff and let the words cap off the entry .

Seeking peace and joy for me means not getting stuck in the  past with the torments of the meanings in your life that you want to change.  In order to move forward, it is critical that I work on  moving. And pulling the lessons from these torments I into the present when they apply.  It is not  necessary to carry the whole past along as long as you believe the lessons from the past will be there when you need them to. Problem solve—you don’t need them to be the problems to be solved.  Aso what in the world does that have to do. With this song?  Well ladies and gentlemen and kids of all ages it feels like this verse pile is a place where I’m depositing thins for a while...mostly feeling or images of feelings that I have. To place in a parking lot and know the lessons of them will be there later.  Carrying these feelings around  isn’t going to help me look at each day with a fresh set of eyes or a “new mind,”  so I’ve got to clear the path a bit by writing these things down in a song that I can. Sing and flush from my present when I want to.  Having. Said all that  here’s the third block with a few slight changes to the first  two: 

EEvery now and then. Peace and joy  slip from  your routine

Confusion Rushes in filling all the spaces in between

Humbling numbing chaos crahes down into what was once serene 

That’s when you must name your torments and find out much later what they mean 

Building Block 2

 As you stand there in the rubble somewhere in the distance there’s a chime

The cathedral may be open or maybe the bells are tolling for it’s closing time

The poet’s pen starts screaming knowing not who  will hear the rhyme

It’s too cryptic Thor the  scholars and far too loud for the passive mime

Block 3

If no one’s there to listen then the egotists will have to take the field

To test. The sharpest sword and the hardest  shield

Before the battle starts the results is signed and sealed

For war never has winners and once again that is revealed  

Block 4 and the music..next weekend!