go outside...

Holding My Ground

As I lie here in bed, tired but restless, something occurs to me. It's been a very long day full of writing, editing, photographing, researching, building and reading. Like most days, I dedicate 100% of my time to creative endeavors. I barely work a regular job, as it doesn't make sense to be there when I could be doing this. I pour my heart and soul out with utmost vulnerability...I bare it all. No shame, no fear. Because it's who I am. But, guess what? Nobody really gives a lovely motherfuck, alright? Forget support. You'll get support AFTER you make something of yourself, not a minute sooner. Nobody is going to understand what your deal is so just accept it, and continue with what you're doing. I often stop and realize that nothing in a regular work day could ever

come close to fulfilling me the way my be_yourownmuse projects do. Do I cave and conform...or do I stick with this and give it all I've got? It's not even negotiable. I have a vision...and that vision IS manifesting. So, you wanna know what the actual bottom line is right now? THIS ONLY NEEDS TO MAKE SENSE TO ME.

Say A Prayer For The Pretender

I found this a couple weeks ago. It really got me, and I've been thinking about it a lot. Strange, how the older you get, the more you think about these things. I feel like I've had twenty different lives. I just look back in admiration at where I've been and the people I've known. Just seems so far removed from where I am today. Different times...the "Good old days", if you will. Although, in ten years THESE will be the "Good old days". Tonight I've listened to every song I could get my hands on that Jackson Browne ever wrote. The man has soul. And, like me, he didn't have it figured out either. Maybe still doesn't, and that's OK. Gives me a little more confidence, a little more edge, a little more will to keep trying. Nobody has it figured out, anyway, do they? We're all just trying to find that one thing that makes us complete, makes us feel alive. Many give up. But many more make it. Your dreams are real, but people will shoot 'em down. Fast. You'll want to run in a corner and hide, cry, punch something. And you probably will. But don't you EVER give up on your dreams...

The Comforts Of August

Sounds of summer
Buzzing all around me.
Sun rays beaming through the trees.
Doves coo high in the sky,
While a bumble bee zips by to say hi.
Warm sun on my shoulders,
Sitting in a field of clover...
And ducks in the creek swim by.
The comforts of August...


~Lynn M. Roberts


beyourownmuse...

Picnic On The Moon

I have all day free,

Won't you come with me?

I know a place 

With a very nice view, 

Would you be in the mood

For a picnic on the moon?

Where the stars twinkle 'round us

All afternoon?

Then we'll play on the other side,

The side you can't see

Where there's beautiful flowers,

And rivers and trees.

We can go on Halloween

And stay there 'till June.

The witches fly at night 

We'll hitch a ride on a broom.

Or go to the Zoo...

And borrow a Kangaroo...

Climb in her pouch...

Hop cloud to cloud...

Then catch a ride on a shooting star...

It wouldn't take long,

It's not really far.

But maybe we'll just take 

A hot air balloon.

It doesn't matter how we get there,

But we must do it soon.

So, bring the picnic basket

With sandwiches and macaroons...pack the camera too!

'Cause you're gonna see the most beautiful view...

Peaceful and quiet, 

And a pretty color blue

~Lynn M. Roberts
   beyourownmuse

Thank You, Jenna....wherever you are

Chapter 41

The time has come,
So I kicked off my shoes.
They didn't fit anymore, anyway...

Empire Of The Sun - Walking On A Dream

oh, beautiful ones...

Spooky Dismal Foggy Indiana Morning

In Case You Were Wondering

This story is about life. Learning from people. Learning to love them even if they are a pain in the ass, miserable, trouble making humans. Learning to be happy all on your own even if you're broke and have bills coming out of your ass and have no idea how you will pay them. Learning that you don't have to be a slave to society and be perfect. Learning it's OK not to have your shit together. Learning that the only person you have to take care of is you, and maybe your children for a little while. Learning that catering to everyone's needs and neglecting your own is the highest form of slavery. Learning that facing your fears and loving yourself and others unconditionally is empowering. Learning that if you are an angry broke human you will most likely still be angry if you land some cash. You'll just be a bigger asshole with money. Take time to appreciate the little things in life. Slow down and stop rushing around for every needy person. Make them do their own damn laundry. Enough of the crap that you have to be there for everybody. Show love but let them sort out their own problems. And lastly, take a day off just to get a massage. Your bills will still be there when you get back, don't worry...so bid them adieu on your way out the door.

Adventures In Nature...Photography By Lynn M. Roberts

 “I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.” 
― Frank Lloyd Wright

Light Through The Cracks

Perhaps the experience is all to inviting.
I look out at the sky and see every day as perfection.
I stimulate my mind in a park on the grass.
Birds fly.
The aroma of a nearby barbecue.
I look to the sky for answers,
And a new wish is made.
The mold is clearing,
It feels like home now.
The sun is shining and smiling on me...
I am out of the cave...
...and sharing my soul


Lynn M. Roberts

Up Before Dawn 1/21/2014

Mirrors on the wall
A misty haze and a
Shadow under the moonlight

Glancing at the pages in a mood
Unknown to me

Making promises to the heart,
Unnerving is the sound.
Traveling through my mind
At once I stop and stare.

The wind is so beautiful
Making the trees dance.
Closing my eyes, I feel
The warmth against my skin

Going deep into the soul of my being
To gather what I know to be.
The feeling of love
Acting out in generous bliss

The making of a day to which
I know is a miracle
And we end our day with a kiss

The Morning Butterfly

Butterfly on the branch
Morning says hello
With dew drop kisses

                                                                      Butterfly in the morning air
                                                                      Dew drops...
                                                                      And the sunshine says hello

The graceful butterfly
And the misty morning dew drops
Both greet the sun with a smile                                        

                                                                                           Butterfly dances
                                                                                           Under the smiling sun
                                                                                           And the grass gets dew drop kisses
                       

2014 haiga

A moment in time
Lost in the clouds
As I swim in the depths
Of my mind
I make passion my friend
As I walk with...
The
Divine


2014
Poetry by Lynn M. Roberts
Painting by Roberts Dowling Jr

Photos and paintings have been inspiring my poetry lately...but this time, it's music. Not just any music, either, this is amazing...and the video says so much.
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~~~~Fall away the path of fury,
Serenity reflecting the world around me.
Walking a trail, seems I've been here before;
Long forgotten faces pair memories and the bravery it took to love.
Throwing my weary mind to the depths of the unknown,
Fitting the times in pure inner beauty...
For, it's nobility that makes the best music.
To humble my heart on a whim and a kiss,
It's is your very heart that made my soul come alive...

~Lynn

Green Journal Musings 9/22/13

I'm Slowly deepening into an abyss of love.
The reigns pulling me under in an
overwhelming and wonderful feeling of bliss.
Shadows fall at the wayside disappearing
one by one making it easy to smile.
An ever so frequent wave of inspiration,
grounding and soaring at the same time.
So beautiful it takes a moment to catch my breath.
Streaming in so fast and powerful.

Here it is...The beginning...










*The love I'm referring to in this piece is self love. Loving and appreciating myself has been a life long struggle. When I finally started feeling love for myself, it was very overwhelming. I appreciated everything I was, everything I had been, all of my mistakes, failures, decisions...I loved it all. It was a humble and quiet feeling. Just knowing I made a turn for the better emotionally. It brought me to a place of gratitude that I had never experienced before. I'll never forget it.


                                                 Lynn

The Little White Gardenia

Beyond the trees,
There are clouds filled with rain.
Walking through the mud...
I see a little white gardenia.
All alone.
I stop and stare
At the beauty standing there
Like a soft comforting smile
From a dear old friend.
How did it know to show?
How did it know I needed a friend?
The two of us
Who were once alone,
Now stand together
In the rain.

Memoirs...It's All In The Wonders Of The Morning

Happiness surrounds me to the core of my existence. Beaming rays of light enter my body from off in the distance. Desertion of anguish from off into the unknown. Traveling onward to see a miracle born. Making it's way to a feeling in a moment alone. Far beyond the whispers of the soul, it makes an unnerving retreat to the seas before me. The shallows disappear and love walks in the door, just as it once did all those other times before. The fears are long gone. The anger is buried. Love now consumes me to a typical state of well being. The thoughts are comforting, pleasing. Love me forever, sweet Divine...it's all in the wonders of the morning.

                                     ~Lynn

A Page From The Green Journal

Beauty within my soul
Never before seen
Never before felt.
The divine within comforts me
Like a mother and guides me
To a love beyond words.
The earth and the trees,
The sounds of spring and the breeze.
The only thing that makes sense now
Is slowing down and being at ease.
The only thing I will ever need...
Is this moment
Here and now
With me

Memoir From The Lynn Diaries

                                Beautiful and breathtaking
                       as he steps out of the moonlit night and
                              into my arms. Fearing nothing.
                         We open our eyes to the light of the
                                      love from our souls.
                   A connection never felt before, but comforting
                                  and familiar all the same.
                     Feelings of bliss exploding out of our hearts.
                                The freshly fallen snow melts.
                          Never ending moments of laughter, the
                                      sky lit up with stars.
                   We take in the moment like we breathe in the air.
                                       Gentle and warm
                                with only our souls to bare.



                                                       
                                   Written by Lynn Roberts

The Pier At Dusk

On a whim and into the night.
You stood there standing
As I gently took your hand.
You said nothing, looked amazing.
Both needing something
Neither one could give.
A shadow dances by.
The moon,
The rain,
The pain.
More revealing than before.
The irony of the moment,
Everything is understood
The dark is hauntingly beautiful
And your eyes as blue as the sky
Wondering why.
The sun comes...
I look at you with tears.
Letting go of your hand,
And suddenly realizing...
You cannot undo
What you have done.


Poetry by Lynn Roberts
Photographer Unknown at this time

Reflecting The Soul

The night bares a soul connection,
The dark is a comforting friend.
Red wine on my tongue,
Bottle at the end.
A reflection in the mirror,
Shows a picture of me.
It draws me in...
Telling me stories,
Telling me lies.
Written on my face so now I see,
The luminous reflection of who I am to be.

~Lynn

Snowy Spring Mourning

It may be a dream,
Tomorrow comes smiling;
A waterfall of emotions
To fill my soul.
Wrapped in a blanket of love,
As comforting as a sunset.
"Live, darling" they said;
So I
Brushed the snow off my shoulders...
And kept going.


~Lynn

A Gaze Through The Window

Moonlight,
Foggy night,
Branches tap my window.
Spring breeze,
Evening ease,
Delicate as a willow




Painting by Jessica Bell
Poetry by Lynn Roberts

Art Graveyard

I walk with a frown,
My art downstairs drowned.
A tear in my eye,
I'm going to cry.
The snow, I have found,
Seeped into the ground...
The wonders of why
My art drowned and died










Poetry by Lynn Roberts
Art by Fahad Hossain

Whisper Of The Soul

Include this moment,
In your indifferent pot.
Rampant in your ways...
Vague and gentle.
Rise up like the sun,
Shifting darkness to light.
Tired of taboo,
An unusual timely flight.

Through The Dark Night

As I creep along
This desolate highway
Only for a moment
I resign the emotions
A gleam in my eye
Makes the bad better

Blue By The Water

There's an enchanting stream
But it's the stormy brook I follow
The birch tree serene
With waves of dust and sorrows



#artbysadroses  #poetrybylynnroberts

Romance Under The Stars

A beautiful, snowy winter's night
Under the moonlight the night feels warm
Carried away by the light
Nestled in a blanket by the fire 'till morn

My Parents Had All The Cool Music

When this song came out, the most I could earn baby sitting was 5 dollars. I used to sort through the music for the evening and this Berlin album was in the pile. After I got the kids fed, bathed,cleaned up and tucked in with kisses goodnight and assurances that mom and dad would be home soon, (usually after 1 am) I would go to my mom's Pioneer stereo and on went the headphones. It took my 13 year old self to a world that made me feel super cool and helped me forget that my brother delivered the newspaper and made more money than me, (even though I worked longer and had a greater responsibility) Oh, to be 13 again...and, of course, at the time I was going to grow up and marry Tom Cruise. This song still has my heart. I always fantasized about someone looking at me exactly the way Maverick looks at Charlie....... *sigh*

 ...I was such a romantic kid...guess I stayed that way ;)

The Cry Of The Dove

Gather my heart, put my mind at ease

Replace the flowers, if you please

Through the valley and around the way,

A compassionate, loving garden waits.

Solitude, my dear friend, when will you come see me?

It's kindness that greets, so, I'll sit down and visit.

Reflections pick up the pace through a blue sky, I cry

Maybe I'll flourish, maybe I'll die.

Soothe me the door and the sound of my soul

A secret seldom shared

A love forevermore

My life, my love, be still my heart
Take no prisoners to your secret cell.
In love and memory the time passes by
Run through spaces and traces of lies

Through Whimsical Doors

On a whim and a whisper,

Through the mountains I roam;

Or so in my heart,

When I'm really at home.

Your tomorrow is today,

And I say, we shall play;

Ordinarily I'd be there,

But to stay is the way.

Watching and learning,

Through my eyes and yours;

We take in the seasons

Through whimsical doors.

The Awakening

Running through the depths of my troubled mind
Sweating, panting and begging for relief

The dark cumbersome night offers an eerie vision

Of days to come
Only shadows dance to a lovers glance,

In a world made of stone

Eyes flicker, is that light I see?

Cocooned in a blanket of ennui,

Not caring of the troubles before me.

Charmed by the silence, for it's my only friend

Emerging anew,
It was never the end.

A Long Farewell

In the flesh, I see rivers beneath the sky
Unbeknownst to me, the dawn approaches

I relive my childhood with enchanting
Adventures and Charming faces,

While sharing a smile, a heart breaks in two.

I now cover your immortal soul with a blanket of solace.

A fair trade for the gift of life
Recognize the worth of a loving rebel
With all at stake, they call him home

Moon Love

Jasmine was the fragrance...

The candlelight flickers,

As the moonlight dances on the water

Souls enveloped in the night,

With the breeze gently caressing our skin

Maybe tomorrow it will all fall apart

But, for now, we have the night

...And that moon

As Winter Blooms

Under a blanket of stars
On a wondrous winter's night
Taken aback by a lover's glance,
As the evening breaks the silence.
Showers of snow, bewilderment closes in;
A never ending shadow of love follows her every step.
Beautiful eyes look through to her soul,
With a love that flowers and blooms.

The gentle comfort of his arms,

In a dark room and the door closes alone.
"Your darling days are approaching...
Do not be afraid, my dear"
The voices, though faint, are clear.
Rambling roses and the dawn drink love...
Tailored her every need
Would romance be tangled in the light from above?
The dark waters edge,
In a blanket of barren escape.
All the shuffling near the pier,
"Take your chances, my dear, don't leave your dreams to fate."
Beyond a mortal beginning...

The bloom of the rose begins;

The open door allows love,
In all perfect glory 
And gives her innocence to him...
As winter blooms

In The Midst Of A Spiritual Awakening, A Family Is Torn

When the utmost pain in your heart comes flooding over you, it confuses your brain. This is painful. How will I deal with this? Why the hell is this happening to me? To hell with 'ME'...how will my family ever recover? The dark side of life has reared it's nasty little head again. I didn't think suffering could ever look and feel this way. I thought I had seen it all, but here it is. The darkest of winter sings a dreary little tune, and it suffocates me with every breath I take. I can let this break me, or I can be an inspiration somehow. The challenge is here. This is what all my spiritual Guru's were talking about:
                              
I guess everything is going to fall apart. I am supposed to be an up lifter during this time. It's purpose is like the story of the Phoenix. Find the silver lining and focus on the good so my life can change. I mean, I started this for the greater good for man kind, so I guess this is where it's supposed to begin. With me. Life is about helping others overcome suffering so you can heal yourself. I can't and won't keep spinning my tires in this karmic conundrum by handling things the same old way. It will only bring more suffering, and I know this. So here I go. THE CHALLENGE HAS ARRIVED...and it's patience, love and positivity that will turn this ugly black cloud into a beautiful rainbow. Things will get better.

The mind really is a powerful force. It can enslave us or empower us. It can plunge us to the depths of misery or take us to the heights of ecstasy. I know I can do this. It's time to learn to use my power wisely and make a difference. Wish me luck...
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