You’re gonna die too

When you speak the pain I don’t want to hear
Look love in the eye
Say there’s no fear
You’re gonna die too
Because donkeys don’t fly when they all eat their peas
And a worship won’t follow when drive sets a breeze
Voices from headstones scream silence free
You’re gonna die too

My world is not what I meant it to be
But then again most the time life lives in dreams
And the fact is forgiveness is not what it seems
You’re gonna die too

We all need one level
For anger to play
A field full of poppies
A lake full of clay
A sky full of stars
A crash when they pay
You’re gonna die too

Look at those leaves as they laugh from a tree
You see life tries to say that you’re better than me
So I fall back on one thing
Oh yes!
It’s reality
You’re gonna die too

I’m not built to be stepped on
Not born to be used
Whether thrown into land
Or buried at sea
We all pay our dues
And that’s alright by me

It’s my one last defense
You can’t say its not true
All I need is to whisper
You’re gonna die too


Waiting to be quartered

Don’t know what to do with your arrogance
Is there a time and place for truncated feeling
A cloud of disillusionment that even
The best are willing to sacrifice

I am not the analyst
For ins and outs of
Sheltered meaning
Distractions within the boundaries
Of love

Backwater design vomited on makings
Of ticking time bombs

I cannot map the nuances
That flow to strike a depth
Perhaps my own inability to see
Mark the passing bridges of emotion
Too deeply wrapped in the feeling itself

Too close to the eruption of spirit

To say that I have always loved you is trite
To say you can still hurt me
Is futile
To tell you that no matter what you despise


Think or believe

I will remember fondly
Yes that! my love

Is where you have me drawn

if this is disneyland, i’m mary poppins

My husband drove me over the edge into insanity, and I never recovered. Lol….have been talking with this one neighbor, he’s a bit older than me by 10 years, but a retired teacher and works as a stand-up comedian. Pretty interesting guy, actually.

But feel like I’m damaged goods….and worked the fact that I’m nuts into the conversation….why did I do that? I’ll tell you why….subconsciously I hope to scare him off because my A ticket expired for this ride and the only one left is for spinout where you’re lucky you don’t throw up.

Would really love to be watching the electric parade, but got stuck at the gift shop buying a stuffed mickey mouse and one of those huge multi-colored lollipops….

And all those pretty fireworks are starting over the castle, with crowds ooooing and aaahhhing…..meanwhile I’m looking at the lily pads in the moat and wondering how many frogs it takes…..

I would wish on a star….but got stuck in space mountain.

And a spoonful of sugar is supposed to be all you need, but I think I better order a truckload…have it delivered in care of tinkerbell to the peter pan ride.

Because not growing up has always seemed the best option, and wanting what you can’t have is getting a little old.

Worries never suffer

There is nothing more effective than silence

To linger in sweeping shadows

One fence expands the length and breadth

Of where we used to be

Under a blooming apple tree

My love for you

My hatred for me

We leave it all where it whispers a song

From growing quiet


The path of true belonging


I may be tired

I may be old

I may be sore

But sure has heck

Life doesn’t intend

To turn perseverance into

Long-winded remorse