Saturday, September 16, 2017

My Dearest Mr. Maxwell

Dear Mr. Maxwell:

What a difference a week makes. I believe we are on a healing path in the right direction, finally. It's about damn time...Anywho, on a side note...I know how much we both love music. I just want you to smile and cheer-up...Do you like the following song? I sure do. It has that fantastic ring, ring, and ching, ching, sound to it. It is music to my ears, baby, besides, it has a much better swag to it than that silly Selena Gomez love song. What do you think? Love and money are like honey or should your milady say mahoney? How do you like me now, Sweetheart?   MONEY!

Ah...that's what I thought....so I am blowing love kisses your way too.



XOXOXO
Have a great week-end...
Always, your Miss Donna Rae. ;-)


Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Chasing the Ghosts of Justice

Chasing the Ghosts of Justice ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands

Chasing the Ghosts of Justice, hidden from view...
Nights of wanting and haunting...surely overdue...
Counterfeit and stolen names...nothing surreal...
Changing seasons for varied reasons...
Games of shame shared along the way...
Lying and denying...spying every day...
She wails from her broken heart but who would know...
Only the dances healed her stolen soul...
It was truly a joke whenever she spoke...
What a fool chasing the Ghosts of Justice...
It is gone forever...

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Moments

Moments Ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands

Moments passing through the seasons...
Moments for all the right reasons...
Perseverance through the ages...
Tiptoeing quietly across life's wooden stages...

Right there is your hope of essence... in all your healing...
lifting up out of thine chambers... of lost and misplaced feelings...
Escaping the jungles and debating for all the wrong reasons...
Running...coming and going...finding the paths in all the right seasons...

All the pedals are the Bonnie Rose of thy heart...
Tis thy angel ...waves lingering never... to depart....
Perseverance stands tall and gets around all the sad ages...
Helping others releases them truly from their wooden cages...

Chief of Malachi-The Eagles and Ravens take their flight...
Shaken and taken via a frightful night...
Blasting upwards in heavenly skies...
Nothing more terrorizing than all the horrible lies...

All the pedals of thy Bonnie Rose
Rivers of hope...as ebbing currents flow...
Moments coming and going...impressing upon peoples reasons
Fires in the skies coming in the time of times... of impervious treasons...














Saturday, August 19, 2017

Candlelight

Candlelight Ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands

The candlelight of serenity...
Transforming of one's destiny...
Burning in sensual ecstasy...

Colors of violet, red the rose...
Into promises, for follies throws...
The candlelight of serenity...

Sincere desires equal therapy...
Dance of chance or dance of romance...
Burning in sensual ecstasy...

Held nightly, kissed ever tightly...
Heavenly touches of legacy...
The candlelight of serenity...

Between the man and his lady...
One completeness in majesty...
Burning in sensual ecstasy...

Reaching the apex of glory...
Higher and higher is our desire...
The candlelight of serenity...
Burning in sensual ecstasy...

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Wake me up

Wake me up Ⓒby Donna Rae Lands

Wake me up...Take my chalice cup...
In my dream, you appear...
Yet so far and yet so near...

Hotness in the heat of the August sun...
Amber waves in my heart...before the day is done...
Wake me up...Take my Chalice cup...

Take a stand...Rest I may...rest I can...
I saw you there, look at me on the hill near the tree...
Yet so far and yet so near...

Across the ambient room...seeing as nothing to assume...
Watching me move to my groove...so, so close up...
Wake me up...Take my Chalice cup...

Charity...trust, faith, and belief...
A hidden view from underneath...
Yet so far and yet so near...

Nod and smile if you could...
Wink at me is what you should...
Wake me up...Take my Chalice cup...
Yet so far and yet so near...






Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Rock


The Rock Ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands.

The Rock in the room feeling frozen still...Who am I?
No fight to stand-No music thrill...Why dost thou cry?
A whisper with no sound-silence against the wall...

Shhh... the whistling echoes as waves hit The Rock...
She cannot move...only stare at their game of shock...
The Rock in the room feeling frozen still...Who am I?...

The eagles' wings must be chained...
Her nest eaglets buried, trained, and maintained...Why the great fall?
A whisper with no sound-silence against the wall...

The moves cannot be as the pebble thrown into the pond...
The dance of the soul cannot be stumped and pawned...Rung up at the till...
The Rock in the room feeling frozen still...Who am I?...

Staring off at the water's edge...at the sandy shore...
Rushing and brushing- striking the heart at its core...No need to fear to stand tall...
A whisper with no sound-silence against the wall...

The Rock must be brave and strong for the world to see-no time to cry...
The pain of all that could go wrong-the root of the tree...waxed and waned during its fall...
The Rock in the room feeling frozen still...Who am I?...
A whisper with no sound-silence against the wall...

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Gypsy Trailer


My daughter had died on October 28th, 2016. My husband and I were heartbroken. We had this project waiting to be restored so over the winter and spring we restored this Gypsy Trailer as a way to find healing. The before and after.














Thursday, May 18, 2017

Mommy Jeanie and the tongue

Today is May 18, 2017.

The what, the where, and the what again.

I am writing this because it is fresh and it happened just two hours ago. I was driving Myles and Kenzie from my house to the daycare in Spokane. I left around 8:15 am...I noticed in the rear view mirror that Myles had undone the seat belt right after passing Miller's one stop going south on the Newport Hwy.(hwy2 e)I pulled over into the small Grub and stuff cabin cafe...I fixed the seatbelt and hopped back into the car...
"I get to see my mommy", Kenzie says in her sweet all excited voice.
Myles then said very seriously, "I want to see my Mommy Jeanie".
Whoa...that knocked the wind out of my sails because he hasn't said a word about his real mommy since Nov 1st, 2016.
Then it dawned on me that he calls Jessie, 'Mama Jessie' and Jeanie, 'Mommy Jeanie'.
I said, "You remember your real mommy Jeanie and what happened that night"?
He said, "Yes, my daddy hurt my mommy".
I said, "Where"?
He reached up and put his hands around his neck.
I said, "No honey, Where"? "In the hallway"? (That's what my son outlaw and the police said)
He looked at me like I was stupid.  Then in a matter of fact way, he flips his hands in that flip motion so his palms are up and then he says sternly, "No, in the bedroom"!
I calmly then asked him, "What did your mommy Jeanie do". (My heart was pounding)
He then put his hands to his throat again and said...ugh, ugh and he then stuck his tongue out and hung it downward".
I then asked him..."What did you do honey"...
Like a super brave gallant little two and a half-year-old, He says..." I told Daddy to stop it" ... "That's not nice"...
There you have it...The what, the where and the what again...but it doesn't matter because my son outlaw got away with it...and the Police, the Coroner, and DA let him.
How did my precious Myles know about her sticking her tongue out like that? OMG...I am crying typing after writing this...I must go do some work so I can not think about what I now know. What I know is...my son outlaw got away with killing my child!



Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Angel

I was looking through a box of old papers concerning my angel...I found a poem I wrote her but never shared with her...Written in 1998...It was never titled until today.

Angel Ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands

This brick wall...
Standing firm...
Standing tall...
I must confide...
I know you're there...
On the other side...
This is the truth...
Not a lie...
Mountain of mortar...
Ever so high...
What would I do...
If I knew...
How to break through...
A connection...
Just a touch...
This is what...
I crave ever so much...
If I could...
Then I would...
Reach back into the past...
Give more...
And make it last...
Understand and know...
I love you...I love you...
I love you so...

Friday, March 31, 2017

Tennessee Gal and Mr. Studmuffin.

The story of my date with the North Carolina Air Force man comes to mind when thinking about what it means to play somebody and how wrong it is. It was January of 1986. Bill and I had an understanding. I was a modern woman, after all...Mark asked me out for drinking and dancing. I asked him if he wanted our date to be a date of role playing?
"Oh sure...that would be a blast...explain this further, I am game." he said.
"I want to pretend I am your cousin from Tennessee...The background is:  I live in the Appalachians...I was invited to Spokane to see you, my cousin, and see Spokane. My cover is I am checking it out because I might run in the Bloomsday in the spring. It is the first time we have connected since I was seven years old". I then told him that I would play my part so well that he would not have to buy me a drink all night long. (He didn't have to buy me a drink all night long. I was the cheapest date he ever had.)
"Deals on"...he said..."This will be interesting".
We went to Gatsby's...It was a sleazy meat market back then. It was fun to dance there...Mr. Studmuffin man was very charmed by my southern belle act. I remember saying in my best southern twang, Y'all has the prettiest lights...Gracious me...I just have neva...eva...seen such pretty lights in my entire twenty-one years... of livin. Lordy, lordy... Where I was raised...I had no runnin water or electricity. I's just gotten to watch tv for the first time... ever in my... life. I swear... electricity is so amazin...I's flips the switch on the wall and the lights just come on and I's flip the other switch across the room and it's goes off.  How do y'all suppose that happens.  I just don't get how it makes everything work like that(?) Oh, Lordy lordy I also gots to fly on the plane...for my very first time...Lordy... that sure made my tummy go pitter patter.
I's did have myself a battery-operated radio, though. That's why... I's a fine dancer. Of course, my mama always says 'Donna Rae, y'all has dancin feet'. I kept this up for about three hours. My date played along...Then after Mr. Studmuffin bought me one last beer, I said to him..."Honey child, I's have a confession to make to y'all"...
He grabbed my hand into his...looked me straight into my lying eyes and said, "What is it, ma'am"?
I swallowed very hard...and took a very deep breath and said, "I am not from Tennessee and I understand electricity very well. I can tell you how alternating current is created to light up all your pretty lights. Would you like me to explain ohms law now or later"? I am so sorry that... I played you.
Guess what Mr. Studmuffin did?
Oh, yea...
He threw his beer against the back wall and said, "Fuck you, you fucking bitch"...and then he stormed away.
It was very wrong of me...I am very sorry Mr. Studdmuffin man wherever you may be.
I would love to say I would never play somebody based on their presumptions or perceptions of what is or is not right in front of them...But (Oh yea, here comes the but) that's just not true.
I am guilty as charged for letting someone assume something about me...when their assumptions are 100% legally wrong.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Crazy Love

I love music and dancing...Many songs touch me in my heart. I said in September 2015...that this song called Crazy Love reminded me of my daughter Jeanie. I was so proud that she was going to be thirty five years old. Who knew that a year later my child would be taken from me at the end of her thirty-fifth year. Here is that song that reminded me of me and my baby Jeanie Bean. A person on my google wrote something today about her angel who had passed away.
Did I lose it on this life trigger? You bet cha...Am I cry typing? Yep...as I listen to my crazy love...
Crazy Love


My Dearest Mr. Maxwell

Dear Mr. Maxwell: What a difference a week makes. I believe we are on a healing path in the right direction, finally. It's about damn ...