The Occasional Musing of Peter J. Thomas

The Occasional Musing of Peter J. Thomas

All about…Peter J. Thomas
I started to blog, with the prompting of a friend, as I often found myself with nothing to say in company, whilst full of ideas and thoughts when I was on my own. It became, and still is, difficult to communicate verbally with society and therefore I found myself with no outlet for my ideas, thoughts and my personality. I guess I was frightened what people would say. It is a fear that is crippling.
I decided to write things down as there are only so many conversations you can have with yourself before becoming sick of the sound of your own voice. This is true even when you do different accents….
These words stare into my very existence; they demonstrate what I would describe as my ridiculously dizzy and dark sense of humor. I flit between the two as my timeline may demonstrate. I take very little time to create my posts; they are a snapshot of what I think at that moment, before my stimuli seeking mind is off again, whirring like an uncontrollable pigeon in a hurricane.
Primarily I am just daft and dizzy, it is however something I have hidden away from the World, well most of the World, until now. I dream of happiness, and want nothing more for anyone than the ability to feel that warmth within. I think if I can help in any way with that, then I am doing ok. If I can help others, I will ultimately help myself. Giving joy and laughter is fab. One day, somebody may give some back to me.
I suffer in the shadow of despair, but deep down I know that there is no shadow cast without the light and warmth from the sun.

Life Ending, Ending Life

The Occasional Musing of Peter J. Thomas

He stares and sits

Time battles on

A once proud soul

Now that has gone

Perhaps he’ll be

When this is done

A war that’s lost

Yet a battle won

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Author: Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

Artist/Writer of Fiction, Poetry, Prose and Thoughts, Opinions Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since the Author's birth, raised by her father, her Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all grand storytellers. As early as four years old she was roaming the countryside around her home alone or with her father; and at night she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Summers she lived with her fathers' sister in Birmingham, Alabama; it was that she would discover a library, and mingle with her aunt's circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was her playground on the weekends. Her aunt encouraged her imagination by introducing her to journaling, which she filled with stories over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. Her love of art and painting came through the teachings of a grammar school teacher which she pursues when the well of words dry up when writing. Throughout the years along with her father, great-great-grandmother, and her beloved Aunt Francis, other influences were her high school English teacher Mrs. S. Odom, writers Faulkner, Capote, Fitzgerald, and Harper Lee. Later in life, she discovered the warm and comic writing of Grace Paley. The vivid poetry of William Carlos Williams; the strong poetry of Phyllis McGinley, and the world's most exciting women, Maya Angelou are some of the poets at the top of her list. Nonetheless, with adulthood, the desire to write buried itself deep within, the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences all written in hidden journals. These experiences, the contents of these journals became short stories and poetry reading to share with the world. She writes of many life experiences in poetry format; questioning everything from Mother Nature to God...the poetry is raw and may not be understood by all. Yet, it comes from deep within and reads of truth within her soul. The harshness that shrouded her life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of her writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial her mother frankly portrayed. Today, she enjoys her children, grand and great grandchildren, her four-legged companion Mason, they live in Southern Wisconsin...far from her southern roots; however she continues to write and paint daily. Ann has published in Kindle eBooks and paperbacks at Book #1 Echoing Images from the Soul 2012 Book #2 Beyond the Voices 2012 Book #3 Reflections of Poetry 2013 Book #4 Honeysuckle Memories 2013 Book #5 Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums and Aspirations 2014 Book #6 My Journey into Art 2014 Book #7 Asterial Thoughts

3 thoughts on “The Occasional Musing of Peter J. Thomas”

    1. I am busy with a personal writing project with few post from me and of late I have tried to support many of my follower’s on my site, writing is “self” and coming from you this comment your gracious words are truly appreciated. Ann


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