My perfect day oh perfect day
I feel like living my life my way
If I lose the joy of living my life
My reasonable happiness leaves me with my strife
I better be living this time of year
It don’t matter if I shed a tear
If I’m not living happy or not
Forever in a web I shall be caught
My perfect day oh perfect day
My life shall go on I shall have no dismay
If I am not happy alive or dead
Then off the world goes with my head
I want to live, that is my way
My perfect day oh perfect day

My perfect day oh perfect day
Life shall go on or so they say
I want to live for I am free
To do many things of value I see
I love to play music even swim
I don’t care if my body is slim
I live my life breathing and glad
Glad I don’t die, man that would be bad
I ain’t afraid to be called up yonder
But it ain’t my time yet so it I won’t ponder
My life is mine I won’t be swayed
My perfect day oh perfect day

I stayed in bed
until I reached
the outskirts of morning.

The birds gave pep talks
instead of songs.

I got changed
and found ten dollars
in my pocket.

It’s summer but it rained
and I wonder why nobody
has made laundry powder
that smells exactly like this.

I make the perfect eggs.

The toaster
that loves to burns the edges
leaves them edible.
I thank it for its kindness.

I go outside and jump in a puddle.
There is still that childhood dream
that it will be a portal
to an alternative dimension.
One where Netflix didn’t cancel the OA.
One where we could trade
our sadness for money.
Gosh, would I be filthy rich.

Me and the neighbour
do our awkward dance.
The small talk jive.
We bow and say
‘have a nice day!’
We really mean it.

I walk to the coffee shop
and the sky is still
rubbing sleep from its eyes.

The wind is playing solos
on telephone wires.

I hold the door for a stranger
and we share a smile.

I tell the barista a joke
and we both laugh
at how unfunny it is.

I take the ten dollars
and order a flat white, one sugar.
I say keep the change.

I find a bench, and I ruminate.

I realise
Happiness is right here –
why are we crying
like it is so far away?

Hello my friend
May I share with you my perfect day?
I hope you’ll stay until the very end.
First I wake with the golden sun, grateful and joyful – I pray.
Hydrate and fill this vessel with fuel
Moving and stretching keeps my emotions cool
Giving thanks for each moment I’m given
This life flows with grace like a ribbon
My love then goes freely to all of Gods creatures
The large and small – all have different features
Life sweet like the slow drip of honey straight from the comb
I never rush, worry or stress because I know in my heart, I am always home.

In my perfect day
You’d still be here
We would be sipping coffee
By the pier
Watching the morning sunrise
Seeing the glimmer in your eyes

In my perfect day
We would read underneath palm trees
Taking in the ocean breeze
Snapping memories that will never leave

In my perfect day
Cancer wouldn’t exist
Taking you away
Would be completely dismissed

In my perfect day
We would watch the sunset by the water
You would never leave
I’d still have my father

In my perfect day
I would live inside a world
Where there would be no fear
And when the day is done
You would still be here

Another day rises from the ground
But with a different flavor to it
A day of traveling and clearing the cluttered mind
And also creating a wonderful time

Let the special day start with eating some delicious breakfast
Food that speaks to my soul
That makes me feel whole
And inspires me to conquer the road

When the road and I meet
Some of my favorite songs and I greet
Like it’s the first time
We’re getting to know each other’s mind
As I unwind during this special time

While jamming and cruising on an unknown highway
Various historical statues and beautiful land catch my eye
Giving me a positive high
That I don’t want to end
But continue to ascend

And embrace this rare feeling
A beautiful beach awaits me
And hypnotizes my eyes
With its waves

It waves at me and says ‘’come on in’’
But, before I take my first jump
I just want to stare at its beauty
And take a million pictures of it

Then I charge to the calming water
Like a soldier ready to do battle
But only remain in the safety zone
While watching others enjoy themselves

The perfect ending to a perfect day
It would be great to have another perfect day tomorrow
If only this could become a reality.
For now, wishing and dreaming about it will surface

Sincerely,
Gerald

The perfect day for me is a day without pain
Because I go to sleep sad and I wake up insane
The perfect day for me is a day without stress
Because I walk around like I’m happy but deep down I’m depressed
I smile to keep from crying I smile because it’s all you can do
The perfect day for me is the day that I’m at peace with you
Amen

What is a “perfect day”?

My head rested heavily on the pillow. Memories of the long day swirled in my mind. Exhausted, but content from my perfect day.
The empty tea mug was set gently in the dishwasher. My book lay closed by my ruffled bed. Sleep was calling.
A movie left unfinished, the kitchen was clean. House reset for another day.
The evening had been bustling with dinner preparations. The counters dusted with flour, pans, and spices. The food sizzled on the stove. Dessert wafted through the room.
Sunset called the evening home as we walked along the water. My darling pup ran in ahead as the city lights danced in the eyes of my lover.
The afternoon vanished from sight as pages were written, rewritten, and tossed. The book was being born.
Lunch was a quick salad break from a morning of creativity. Papers were strewn across the floor, books on the coffee table, and my favorite mug forgotten amongst the piles. My typewriter pierced the air with the prattle of the keys. Ringing to remind me I was at a new line.
The late morning awakened my senses as I sat in a quiet coffee shop, mulling over plot lines, speaking commitments, and blog fantasies.
Breakfast was a moment of calm before the crazy, my mind released all emotion and thought as I journaled a planned my day. The pup dashed around the house, energetic from the morning run.
Water gushed from the faucet sputtering in protest from the shower head. I washed all sweat and worry away, hopeful for a new day.
The sun crept from behind buildings and slowly woke up from its sleep. I smiled, walking back from the gym. Another beautiful start to another beautiful day.
My mind woke up moments before I pulled myself out of bed, my lover squeezed my hand as I left for the gym.
What is a perfect day if not one spent doing what you love with who you love.

Get out of bed
One leg after the other
Feel the sunshine
Thank you earth mother
Move my body
Energy rediscovered
Indulge in good food
Dopamine wonders
Learn something novel
A new lens uncovered
Protect my peace
If needed from others
Feel connected
With another
Rest and reflect
A time to uncover
Close my eyes and know
With love,
Today I colored

I’ve awoken
in cars
off a shoulder
overlooking the sea
started my day
with morphine
and coffee
and vomit on the street
I’ve awoken
in deserts
under one single tree
beside strangers
on carpets
slipped away quietly
I’ve driven til shadows
melt into sands
and the stars bleed
into purples and pinks
when cold weather
has dried out my hands
and I’m too hungover
to speak
I’ve awoken
in twin beds
in distant lands
with lillies draping my canopy
with no one around
to marvel at scenery
with me
throughout this wide world
all my wheel’s quick rotations
all the planes
and the trains
and the rides
from London’s Heathrow
to Grand Central Station
every dawn
I’ve awoken
to rise
everyday is impeccable
all the struggles
and pain
so delectable
as the earth
flips through the slides
in my eyes a
projection of beauty
the greatest adventures
the prefect day
is the day
I’m alive
and I live it
and seize it—no matter the risk
perfection is this
what we all
wake up with
this wonderful gift
all scared and excited
to be welcome; invited
to live for the sake of living
to rise and to fall
to feel love and
feel lost
and the awe to awaken—
awaken at all.

Our day starts with coffee. Black, no sugar and two creams. Just how you like it. I would pour myself a cup too, even though I hate coffee, and sit both coffees on the end table by your rocking chair. I can hear your voice now: “Thank you baby.” Your voice hoarse from years of labor. We would pick our cups up and sip at the same time. Well, not quite at the same time. I always forget to blow my drink first and burn my tongue. My face twisted up in pain. Whereas, you always blow your drink first and never take on more than you can bear. Literally and figuratively. Now that I am older, I admire how still you can be. Sitting, day after day, in the comfort of your rocking chair, drinking your coffee and watching Lifetime movies. I relish that stillness. On my perfect day I will definitely have to be still. I wouldn’t want to do anything at all, but put my feet up and drink bitter coffee. To some people the perfect day is a day on the beach but any day spent being still with you would be perfect to me. I would get hungry about halfway through my cup. My stomach growls, which prompts you to rock yourself out of your chair and head to the kitchen. Your walk weary from years of service on your feet. Following behind you, I grab a plate off of the table and hand it to you. You fill it with grits, sausage, eggs, french toast, a waffle and bacon. I could have made my plate, but you always made it for me. “Just sit down at the table, baby. I got your plate.” With an orange juice to match, I sit at the dining table and go to town. With a full belly, I waddle back to the love seat right next to your chair. I look outside and see kids playing, but I don’t feel that pain in my stomach anymore. Growing up without someone to play with and share secrets with has always weighed heavy on me. I carried loneliness with me throughout my adolescent and teenage years. Always an onlooker, a wallflower, the bullied. My perfect day I will not have those feelings or be consumed with looking to something that I don’t have. Even though I didn’t have a friend my age, I had a friend who didn’t mind drinking coffee and watching movies with me on a random Saturday morning. She might have been fifty years older than me, but she was my best friend. She never turned me away and she always made me feel like I belonged. If I can have one more day spent with you, just being still, that will be the perfect day. And I do have a secret to tell you, best friend. I miss you and I still hate coffee.

Sleeping in until my heart is content
My kids, my kids, not throwing fits
No arguments please, it’s what I need
Breakfast being brought to me in bed
The food is cooked perfectly
A coffee cup the size of my head
Carmel and hazelnut hits my nose
As I eat, I read my Bible
Soaking in His Holy fire
I climb out of bed
Brush my teeth
Take a long shower, soaking in the heat
Getting dress and going to an hair appointment
She does my hair exactly how I want
My feet and nails are next
Feeling relaxed from my head, hands and feet

We Pack up the car to go have some fun
Heading to the beach to meet up with family
It’s not just my kids and husband who’s there
It’s my family from my youth and His as well
We stay there all day, enjoying each other’s presence
Time is flying by as we soak in the sunshine

Last minute plans are made
Deciding to go out to eat
Laughter and smiles and happy vibes
Hit our hearts as the day ticks by
We all embrace one another with a hug
Going home, the kids fall asleep in the car
Carrying them inside, tucking them in one by one

Now it’s time for Mom and Dad
Alone time in our bed
Loving on one another in the present
Staying up as long as we can
Just cracking jokes, cuddling and watching our show
Until we fall asleep in one another arms and hopes
Sealed with a kiss we end the day
With sweet dreams in peace

Unmasked

I have been creating perfect days my entire life
They weren’t perfect for me
But what I thought perfect should be

I’ve been creating a life
One I thought I wanted
One I thought I was supposed to have

My perfect day would look like it does on tv
I have lived those days
Those days are not me

So many times I have had the perfect day
Shopping with the girls, brunch at a nice restaurant, tanning by the pool
These things have left me drained, exhausted, confused

So many times I have created the perfect experience
To be let down
To not feel the way they seem

I’ve had my days
In comfy clothes, dim lights, friends each doing their favorite thing
Cooking safe foods together, napping, making sure were hydrated
Watching things we’ve seen a million times; doing things we’ve done a million and one
Laughing and giggling and crying and sitting in silence

I have left those days feeling so at peace
So rejuvenated
So myself

I have also left those days feeling wrong
It is not what being social is meant to look like
It doesn’t match the script that is in my head

I am learning to live life
The one I didn’t know that I wanted
The one that I am supposed to have

I will continue to create perfect days, for the rest of my life.
perfect for me.
I define what perfect should be.

My perfect day
could be fall or spring
at home or exploring
solitary or spent with the people who embody my joy.
There is nothing to be earned
no aesthetic to be achieved.
Perfect,
I am outside
connected with the earth
moving my body
in the ways that empower me.
I am cocooned at home
connected beyond the physical
using my creativity
in the ways that embolden me.
A perfect day
makes your soul swell
so mine,
I am in my body
I am in touch with all my parts
past present future
and my ties to everything around me.
My perfect day
I am at peace
with the beauty of my life
I am aware
of each moment as it comes and goes.
And now I know:
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder
and I behold perfection in abundance.

Growing up on Sailor Moon
And looney toons
Slip and slides
Always with soapy eyes.
Carefree summers
We were Beach bummers
Adulthood far from our minds
Ice cream of many kinds
Man hunt and freeze tag
Always up for a good fart bomb gag.
Childhood was a bliss
Something you’ll always miss.

A Perfect Day –

Is it something grand, that glistens in your eyes
Towering over the land
Or is it more miniscule

A moment that glimmers and refreshes your mind
A tiny tangent in the timeline that brings a surprise

They’re all as grand or as granular as you’d like

At the end of the day, it’s about how the passing of time defines your mind
It’s not repeatable in production –
But rather, something that is well worth casting

It’s the small glances that you keep near
Let them shimmer
Let them steer.

That’s my perfect day.

My morning started off calm
I awoke from the tweets
from the birds who were outside my window
perched up on a tree
i headed downstairs for a bite to eat
and i was greeted by my entire family
moms frying eggs and plantain
dads got a cup of tea
rest of my siblings are scrambling round the kitchen
doing their individual things
i pause for a moment
basking in the gratitude i feel for these scenes
later in the day i link up with the gang
which is always a treat
we headed down to the water
it was our favorite spot to meet
laughing about nothing
running amuck through the streets
the days i spent with them
i always felt the most free
by 6pm the gang is itching to get into an activity
we go home
change clothes
and make our way to the roller rink
the dj is setting the tone
playing all the hottest beats
rolling with my entire crew
you’ll fasho catch us rolling dirty
hitting crazy dance moves
giggling at the newbies who fall to their knees
at the end of the night we head to the water one more time
to chat over a blunt about the things we seen
when we finally decide to part ways it was almost 3
i wish the days we spent like this last for eternity
being surrounded by no judgement
and love that comes with no fee
spending time with the people i love
is always a perfect day to me

My love and I wake in a new city.
Maybe a new country.

Either continental or café,
We enjoy a breakfast with good coffee
and pastries.
The chocolatiest of croissants,
The softest of scones,
and the warmest of waffles.

Then, we go for a walk.
We take our time to inhale the fresh air and
absorb the new city’s noises and
admire its unique architecture.

Our walk ends at a bookstore.
As we wander the shop’s aisles,
the bookstack we carry grows and grows and grows!
My love says, “Yes, of course we can buy them all.”
(We are not worried about the logistics of getting the books home.)
Once the stack is so high that
we can’t see over it,
we buy them all.

On our walk back to wherever-we’re-staying,
we make a pit-stop for takeout.
Most likely Chinese food, but
could be Korean or Indian or poke, too.

Next, but before dinner, is a warm shower.
Rich instrumental music with dissonant harmonies
and bubbly shampoo.
Fragrance-free body lotion and French skincare,
Followed by the baggiest of sweatpants and
an oversized tee.

Now all squeaky clean, my love and I eat dinner
over a grand adventure on a screen.
All snuggled,
we fall asleep before the credits roll.

what’s my idea of a perfect day? Well, that’s easy. I’m kind of more of a simple girl these days, now that I’m older. Actually, come to think of it, I never had the chance to really sit and think of what a perfect day would mean/look like for me from start to finish. Wow. I guess there really is a first time for everything……so here we go.
My Perfect &Peaceful Day.

As soon as I open my eyes. First thing I would do to get my day started, I will first start with prayer of the morning. Thanking our creator for another day, is always a must do to reinsure a great start to a great day. I follow prayer with meditation routine. That for me includes, deep breaths while sitting in silence, journaling, reading, anything to help prepare me for the day. This centers my mind so that it’s easier for me to be able to go out into the world and be able to deal with those around me.
After maybe an hour or two, make me a nice snack or breakfast. Which usually ends up being just a healthy quick snack because I don’t really like breakfast. Then, I do what I like to call “self-care repair” routine. It’s when I either take a nice bubble bath or a nice shower with my favorite candles, music, book. More time to relax and enjoy my own company before heading out for the day. After bathing/showering, I have a face-wash/skin routine as well. Then after that I put on my cloths and head out. If I’m not heading out then I would either read, write a bit beacuse I love writting (if you can’t already tell lol), listen to music and maybe watch movies for the remainder of the day.
But if it’s one of those days where I want to get some fresh air, I can always count on one of my favorite places….downtown at the lakefront or beach. Basically, anywhere with big body of water. I love water. A nice walk on a trail is always a great way to get fresh air and become one with nature too.
But it’s just something about being near water, in water or just even being around water that sooths me. Calms me, gives me clarity, gives me peace and I love it. I have been this way for as long as I can remember. Sometimes while sitting near the lake, I read, or just sit and think, sometimes I may even cry every once in awhile. But whenever I’m done, something about it always gets my creative juices flowing and song lyrics start coming to mind or idea to do a certain project may come to mind. So, nature and I work very well with one another. I stop to appreciate her (nature) , and she does what she does…..inspire.

Afterwards, I would go home, get started on those ideas and plans rigth away and start working towards accomplishing them. I always end my day with more mediation and prayer, being thankful for what that day has given me in prepration for a better tomorrow. Then, take another bubble bath/hot shower, more self-care repair and relaxation to finish off the day before a night of great sleep.

I know, may seem pretty boring to some, and that’s okay. See, what I learned as I got older, the more I value peace of mind and a peace of quite. Expecially in today’s world where peace seems hard to come by. So, you sometimes have to create your own peace. Prayer, Meditation, Fresh-Air, Nature and A Postive Mind-set all brings forth peace and creativity. And all of these things are 100% free.

The sun kissed my cheeks as I opened the blinds.
The silence echoed through the home,
Telling the tale of a good morning.

Warm on the inside and cold on the outside,
That’s just how I like it.
It’s the Earths way of telling me to rest.
Although, this coffee is telling me not to be still,
I sat down, on my emerald green couch and focused on my breath.

The comfort of my space is refreshing.
To know that I am my home has been nothing short of a blessing.

How wonderful it is, to dance in this love that has filled my apartment.
Gratitude poured out of my mouth and onto my possessions.
This solitude allows me to exhale without stressing.

Self has made this place her home and she is here to stay.
Sitting in my sanctuary is what keeps me sane.
As the sun kissed my cheeks, it heard me say,
“This, my love, is a perfect day.”