Here it is, one day early!
…Gotta work on part 2 now. Till next time!
My First Blog Post
The Hub is ON LINE
The Hub of CreatiV is online!!
WELCOME ALL! I am the Master of the Hub, Dusty_PlZ, and this is Studio CreatiV!
Here, I will post stories, poems, and the occasional bit of personal news. Be sure to check in from time to time to see what is new! This whole experience is new to me, so bear with me, as I don’t really know what I’m doing (*embarassed LOL*!)
Now, onward!!!
To My Brothers in Arms
To my brothers in arms, respect
To my sisters of mercy, kindness
To the sons of liberty, respect
To the daughters of freedom, love
To my family, hope
To my enemies, destruction
-If you haven’t guessed I get really political at times! Hard not to when an entire government of upper class men is trying to kill you and everyone you care about…
I’m working on a Tom and Vince story! A kind of reboot of sorts after I left everything dangling for a bit. I don’t know how long it’ll take-I tend to write from the seat of my pants 😬 but soon, I hope…
Till next time!
The Dust, the Dust
The dust, the dust
Please pardon the dust
It won’t stop anything,
In that I will trust.
All over the curtains
The books, the halls!
I must start to cleaning
Lest it cover us all!!
The Throne
We live and we die
Under your watchful eyes
When we speak
We’re ignored
While you sit in your tower
Dropping mud on our heads
If there’s a God
Does he hear?
Does he even care at all?
When we plea for some help
When we plea for our lives
As you sit on your throne
Filling your face with pie!
We won’t be ignored forever
Someday will come a purge
Enjoy your time on your throne
‘fore we take it for our own!
Hey Big Shot
Hey big shot
Did it fall from the sky?
Boy did it make your head big
Fill it up with the pretty lies
Big spender, with his eyes full of lights
Have a big rise and a bigger fall…
Later, later, later
When I was younger I wanted to go everywhere
A boy with no care,
But when I said “can we go somewhere?”
The answer from adults was
“Later, later, later”
Now I am grown,
Yet I have my youthful soul
Though my bones aren’t any greater
And when I try to go like I did
When I was a kid,
My bones say,
“Later, later, later.”
The Politics on the Outside
This is gonna be a post about that word that starts in ‘P’ and ends in ‘OLITICS’ so BE WARNED….
More to the point, this is about my political views and how they have led to me feeling isolated in life and social media. I’m far to the left of Bernie Sanders and am no fan of either party and two party politics in general. It’s devolved into our leaders’ best-only-quality being “not something”. But not being something isn’t what we need.
We need a leader who makes precise decisions, who knows what needs to be done and will use the bully pulpit to get shit done.
In other words? We need something.
And I don’t see anything happening with the geriatric rich people who hold the reins. Seems we are just drifting from one oligarchy rep to another. And I don’t see Biden being any better. Everyone wants to forget how he told a plant worker “I don’t work for you”, or all the footage of children that he fondled ON CAMERA (which begs me to ask what does he do to them when there is no camera?) which all magically disappeared once he was inserted in office for not being something.
He isn’t any good at getting what we need done-Manchin proves that every freaking day. His poll numbers show it. And his people know it. So what to do? Maybe put pressure on Manchin to get out of the goddamn way and let crap get done? Nah, then we would be something!!! How about pushing a war with McCarthyist overtones instead?!
Yeah, I am no fan of war. Funny how the rich old people are, you’d think they were gonna fight it or something… and while I am NOT NOT NOT a fan of the Russian oligarch who wants to emulate our policies so bad, I am no fan of our oligarchs either. In fact the sooner they all die the best.
And those are my beliefs that have gotten me exiled from Reddit, banned from posting on Facebook multiple times and without a voice. Sorry for the rant. I just feel so hopeless these days…
Return of Disability Blues
Back has been hurting me progressively worse for weeks. Had to call off the weekend (they have me scheduled on Sunday even though they want me back at work after-sneaky lol bosses!) and even now I hurt
It mostly happens in the mornings. I can barely get out of bed! Went to the doctor only for them to say they can’t help me due to a surgery I had in 2017. I would be less angry about that had the surgery been more successful.
Anyway I just wanted to let everyone know in case I put up a post from the hospital or something. Not sure what to do… till next time, everyone.
An Empty Row of Chairs
My twin left me
For a life of her own,
My elder sister stayed
But may as well be gone.
My stepsister stayed
With an abuser
For that is all she knows
I left my mother
Because she was an abuser.
Four out of five
Estranged, abandoning, abusing and abused.
When my father leaves the mortal coil
I will be alone
Mourning from a row of empty chairs.
Up on the Down
I wake up
And feel down.
My heart sings
While my soul burns
And the fire-it feels good…
I feel at peace
When feeling uneasy
I feel at one with myself
But isolated from others.
Life
A strange kind
Of dichotomy.
Movies That Move Me Part 3: Don Bluth Special
Don Bluth has to be one of the greatest animators of my time-perhaps of ALL time. Two of my earliest movie experiences were the Land Before Time and An American Tail-both movies he is responsible for.
He has done movies, video games, MAYBE a tv special(?)… he is someone who stands with the likes of Walt Disney and Hayao Miyazaki in my humble opinion.
He worked mostly in the 80’s and 90’s back when kids movies were allowed to scare children, which is a good thing because it taught us that bad times often make us more grateful for the good times. I still remember the dream sequence from All Dogs Go to Heaven and it makes me shiver!! He is a master storyteller who I feel has become forgotten in these modern times.
He left Hollywood after his last feature film (Titan AE) flopped HARD. How hard? Well, it kinda killed WB Animation Studios. But that was due mostly to management malfeasance and had nothing to do with the work Mr. Bluth put into the film. He tried getting back into it with a crowdfunding project meant to bring Dragon’s Lair to Netflix as a series, but it fell through (I donated to that campaign and have some swag from it. I’ll have to look for it sometime.)
I don’t know if Mr. Bluth does anything on WordPress but if he does, I hope he sees this and it brings a smile to his face. The man brought so many to mine.
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