December 18, 2007

Don’t Knock I Am Not Home

I am living in a memory, just a mist of fragmented dreams of long forgotten days gone by.  They are my constant companion.  They have no serious questions for me, so no serious thinking required in my dream state.  They only want me to be constant a member of their dream world, I now only spend a few stolen moments here and there to visit.  Like a thief in the night, they holler loudly for all to hear. 

Don’t you understand my real-life must take precedent, not my dream world?  Why?  It says with tears of depression shimmering like stars on a pitch black night.  My answer, my dream world would not be a place of escape and fantastical fantasies it would become my prison holding me hostage.

So I say let me go with a fairy kiss and the promise that I will return every night with a new sense of urgency to let go of the days events, and allow myself once again  to be taken over by the dreams of those long forgotten days gone by.

The Child

By:  Melissa V. Jones

September 27, 2007

A child is the product of two, loving or otherwise.  This small person can be the light of the world for one; and hell on earth for the other.  Who will design this person’s unfettered personality?  The ground work has already been laid.  The parents of this unmolded individual has plans for this person, but what?  Should this child be the next Einstein, make discoveries that would benefit mankind, be the next Charles Manson and destroy several lives, or be suave and debonair and use mind control and other brainwashing techniques to achieve ‘supposed power”, or even be the greatest person this world has ever seen and lead by the examples they set.  With a life like this in parent’s hands they indeed “Rule the World.”   So watch what we say to little Tommy or Sue, because who knows what one word good, bad  or indifferent could do the change this child for the better or for the worse.   Remember when you were in science class and the teacher would often use the phrase “that every action, has a reaction”, well the same goes for life’s choices.  The way you raise your children, will be the way they raise theirs and so on and so on.  It’s a wheel everything going around and around, but we all know where it really began; that night when two made one.

When looking into that mirror, we oh so hate, what do you really see?  When searching for that one compliment for a job well done, Who do we want to give it?  When standing on the edige of all our most important decisions, you know the ones the life alters,  What or whom will make that decision?  When I look , I see the hardest judge of all, MYSELF!

Melissa

Sept 5, 2007

I wish I could see the world through the eyes of a child, but all I can see is the jaded path of my adulthood.  Who took my rose colored glasses, I really need to have a word with them to ask why show me the misery and dispair, where is those clouds with the silver lining, I see NONE!

Oh wait, could there be a light at the end of this long tunnel, could it, no its just the door opening to another bill collector.  Well, the alarm has just gone off and my jaded spectacles have yet to be replaced.

Am I down trodded, no not really but I am still waiting for that UPBEAT to begin.  If anyone knows the tune please CALL ME!

Melissa

My best friend is getting married and I wrote this for her, I hope everyone will enjoy it.

TO THE COUPLE

JULY 7, 2007

May the road you walk be paved in gold.

Your wishes to be granted ten fold.

Your days be filled with sunshine and cheer

Your nights filled with bliss.

Now lean over and give your new husband

A great big

KISS!

Wishing the couple love, joy and peace forever more.

 Melissa V. Jones

ONLY

Melissa V. Jones

May 16, 2007

When I looked I did not see,

that lonely teen who was once me.

I did not shout and did not cry

only sat and watched the world go by.

As I saw it my friends were few

my enemies I counted many, if they only knew.

How I hurt, how I cried my screams,

only heard on the inside.

Make them pay, I heard a voice say.

then I heard a pop.

Make them pay, I heard a voice

then I heard a POP.

To all the kids who are or were bullied in school, your school years are fleeting.  Even though you will not believe or even fathom it right now but your best days are ahead of you.  So I tell you this “KEEP YOU CHIN UP, AND KEEP GOING”, have faith in yourself and you will make it.         

When I stand before him on judgement day with head held high and  spine straight, will I speak clear and strong?  With explainations for all my sins, misdeeds and indiscretions on the tip of my tongue ready to spill forth like water from an overfilled pitcher, or will I scurry to a darkened corner and shiver with fear?

No one can answer that question except you, because in the end we must all face the master no matter what status you lived or what fortune you have incurred.  He will judge us all.

Melissa V. Jones

March 1, 2007

I call this "Meliss is in the kitchen again" My husband actually named this. :)

Use whatever part of the chicken you like.

Preheat over to 350 degrees

In s regual size casseole dish mix these ingredients the measurements will vary according to individual taste and likes.

Balsamic Vinegar 1/2 cup

Regular Mustart 1 tbsp

Lemon Pepper  1tbsp

Minced Onions 2 to 3 tbsp  (preferable in a shaker container that way they are dry)

Minced Garlic w/olive oil  1 tbsp  (can be found with other seasonings in most grocery stores)

Bacon (the amount will vary determining on how many pieces of chicken you are preparing)

Sugar 1 to 2tsp depending on taste

You will not need to add any salt because bacon and vinegar will add the saltyness.  Don't worry you can add some if needed later to each person individual taste.

Butter to smear across the bottom of the baking dish about 1 to 1 1/2 tbsp depending on how big baking dish is.

Mix all the ingredients together

If using skin on chicken, please remove it.  Believe me you won't miss it at all.

Rub mix all over chicken, don't be stingy.

Wrap each piece of chicken with bacon make sure edges are at the botton of dish.

Rub any remaining mix over the top of chicken.

Bake covered with foil for one hour

Then an additional 25 minutes uncovered.

Will make sauce,  Hey make some gravy it you wish.

All thats left is for you and yours to enjoy.

Let me know if you like it.

Melissa

The Tears We Shed

By: Melissa V. Jones

February 13, 2007

The tears we shed today may have had a long time coming.  Years of pain and misery stored somewhere in the recesses of our minds just waiting for that little instance to come forward and be free.   A movie, a newspaper clipping, a forgotten friends laugh anything can be the trigger for the dam to break  When the tears start let them fall free and unhindered the pain needs to be resolved so we can go on with the rest of our lives  and a somewhat start. Grieving is our bodies ways of getting over the pain, cleansing the heart.

A tear salty as it is can be sweet as well, a mother may cry when she sees her child for the first time, when you believe you have found the one person who will make your days on this earth happy and worth living, when your child gets married, when said child informs you that you are about to be a grandparent for the first time.  These tears are meant to be happy, full of joy and promise of tomorrows yet to come.

So you see tears joyous or painful must fall.  When they do just wipe them away and go on because being human there will be more, how we handle them is how we will be our character will be judged.