PERSPECTIVE PROSPECTIVE HOPE!

PERSPECTIVE PROSPECTIVE HOPE!" Sometimes, life comes at you sideways and you gotta look at life from a different perspective to see the prospect of hope. In quietness and confidence shall be your strength. Hard, but so true. Happy Bluesday Tuesday, guys! As the skies and waters God made are blue, so be our hopes. Endless and true. Remain strong. When you got the blues? Sing 'em! Singing helps everything. Music is God's magical, magnificent gift of convo that everyone feels, understands and remembers. Music is the medicine that pours out. But, not from a bottle. You can't bottle up that blues medicine. When you pour yourself out, it fills you up! Music is the only medicine I can take. And, give. And, some of us require a lot of meds. PIMP LOL. Have a bluesy day. Sing! Stop by www.basicband.biz and sing with us. Got some b.a.s.i.c. blues playing on our house player there. I'm working on getting stronger. 'ppreciate everyone's love and lifts. Remember...  Hope is the real dope!  Signed, The Vox With The Jokes, b.a.s.i.c.ally homemade

Shelters & Shoulders!

"SHELTERS & SHOULDERS & SHE'S!" Sometimes I gotta take shelter til I feel hueman, once again. Life is not always black and white and it ain't always huemanly possible. Alone. Sometimes, to get hue back in you, it takes trusting others. Thank you God for family, friends and You. You are our shelter. Have a Easter filled with shelter and love and hope. Thanks for having my heart while I've been away. Give someone shelter or a shoulder. BTW? I have many photographs depicting a mama sheltering her girl, but having one with vice versa shows the grace and strength I see in my girl from God. She's our girl. Sometimes, we she's need mama shelter and sometimes, we need daughter shelter. But, always? God shelter. Sheez! We she's sure are complicated! And, all the men said amen! Signed, A Trace Of A Hueman Cries & Sings Gimme Shelter

Mooning and Fools!

The same moon lights your darkness lights mine… Wow! That says a whole lot to me. The moon says and does a whole lot without being full. Seems like God was giving us more than light for our night. Also, light for our mind. We can say and do a lot without being full. Of ourselves. Or, a full. Fool! On the lighter side? Had to moon ya. It’s Friday night and I love to hang out with the moon. God teaches us in all things. Signed, The Mooner In The Crooner Layin' Low While The Moon Is High

Shhh!

“SHHH!” So, by the grace of God, I’ve conquered and survived hurricanes, floods, being snowed in, having my stomach removed, brain nerve surgery, being a mama & step-mama & wife, seizures, being a gymnast, car being totaled by a drunk driver, many surgeries, drug/alcohol addiction, losing loved ones, racing cars, first time on stage, Mexican jail, life without a cell phone, a weekend without the internet, working at a bank, shot at by drug dealers, lived alone 9 years, no car, 15 years at the Space Center, no dishwasher, and even not getting my own way, but there is one thing I don’t feel I can say I have actually conquered, rather still surviving that battle. Maybe it’s time to let someone else fight or get out of that war, because I'll be danged if I'm gonna let that battle rattle me, anymore. Ha ha. What is that battleground? I cannot say. It would evoke provoke, so I will invoke silence. Shhh But, you would never guess. And, besides? That’s not what’s important here. And, speaking of silence? Shhhh! Yes, acshhhions speak louder than words, but 1 word speaks louder, too. What is it? It is Shhh. I heard that. Shhhockingly loud! SILENT LOL. Have a fun week. Shhhockingly fun. Sometimes? Your acshhhions are just to shhh! I will try that acshhhion for a bit. PIMP LOL. Have a day that shhhines. Sometimes, to shhhine, you to have to shhh. Silence is holdin'. Holdin' your tongue. Whatever you are still surviving but not yet conquered, but still having to survive? Keep surviving, but give the battle to God. He can help you conquer. Sometimes, your acshhhion is to shhh and give it to God. He conquers. While I can only concur! Sometimes, what seems should be the easiest battle are the ones that rattle us the most. The thing that we love and hate. The thing that makes us who we are.  And, speaking of conquering? Most fixes don't come in a bottle of pills. Or a bottle of chill. Rather a bottle of will. Power from God. Get your fix. Get your fill. That's my addiction afixtion for all afflictions. So, while I am shhh-ing this week and recording, stop by our new song and story at YouTube: Signed, The Shhh In The Shhhock In The Shhhinger Is The Vox In The Band With The Jokes In The Hand (Here's the song and story link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKM9bsmlrR4 )

His Nature!

"His Nature!" As the sun went down on our sleepy li'l town, I gathered round and got a shot. I was noticing all the clover on the ground and the moss gathered round on the trees and got to thinking, of course. About some things needing done soon. Sure wouldn't want the moss to gather under my feet, but it sure looks gorgeous gathered on this grand Maple. Thank you, God, for your reminders, even in nature. That's just Your nature! I gathered that! PIMP LOL. Signed, I Don't Gloss Over The Moss Or The Clover

Spittin' Image!

"SPITTIN' IMAGE!" Just got word I got a job offer up in St. Augustine. They saw some of our photographs by the fountain of frogs and heard some of our music. But, I am not quite sure if I am being hired to spit out tunes or spit out water. PIMP LOL. What? I can do either. If I"m spitting out water I'll have a froggy throat. If I'm spitting out tunes, I'll have a froggy throat. Just like to work hard. Give it all I got. All I got? Yea-uh. It comes from God. All my spittin' out. What? We ARE s'posed ta be the spittin' image of Him! Have a fun rest of the day. Just ribbit-ing you. Oh! And, you've heard of The Fountain Of Youth? Well, this is The Fountain Of Couth!  Signed, The Legit In The Spit

I Beg Your Pardon, But I Beg To Differ!

If you have to beg to be a part of something, maybe you should beg to differ! What? I beg your pardon? Yep. Don't need to beg anyone 'cept maybe God. And, really, He doesn't require begging. We just tend to do that when we want something really bad or we're hurting. God can use you outside or inside that something you want to be part of. Sometimes, being on the outside lookin' in make the in look more appealing than the out. 'til you get in. Then, you beg to be used on the out. I beg your pardon? Thing is? We're always part of something if we make God a part of our everything. Signed, If I Beg To Differ, I Beg Your Pardon

Picking Your Battles!

"PICKING YOUR BATTLES!" I used to sing AND play guitar. Crushed my hand and got very ill, so after the surgery dust settled and when I realized I was gonna live, I had to um..."Pick" and choose what I could try again. PIMP LOL. Breathing, eating, taking care of the fam, singing, writing and just living were top 6. Miss guitar so much. But, we all have to pick our battles wisely and shred a tear for the lost ones, and move on. I have a joke I made up a couple years back to deal with this. It goes... I used to shred guitar and sew my clothes. Now, I wear shredded clothes and play guitar sew-sew! I also love playing drums and was learning and enjoying them so much even at my age. Until the gift of drums got taken back after a couple years. Oh well... The beat goes on. I still sticks with it. Signed, Blue Is My Hue