to truly be whole
we must be in touch with our soul
I call mine Trixie and claim she is my muse
Or I give credit to the deer, eagle or wolf,
my three power animals
they give me what I need daily
Deer gives me tears for those who are hurting
and empathy to go along with it
Eagle gives me the power to soar, so I can zoom in my sleep
Wolf gives me the aloneness I need
to separate myself from the pack
so I can rejuvenate and refresh myself,
the heart of the matter is this, I am in touch with my soul
it is what makes me want to be me
the me that survives my incarnations
I truly am whole
and I love it
Who made red panda Robin Hood? My cousin asked.
No idea, but go along with it if you can, I replied.
His hat is feathered, and he is amply flasked.
And he is walking the path, now coming inside.
Hello fair Robin Hood, my cousin said quickly.
His words turned upbeat lickety-split-ly.
I laughed at my cousin, who is afraid of this creature.
But invites him to stay over to watch a double feature.
Why did you do that? I whisper as Robin robs us.
It is irritating to me, as he steals my parakeet, Gus.
I was terrified, my cousin says, I did not know what to say.
That is no big deal for my cousin, actually, a typical day.
thought you were hooked on Phonics
you were being taught code word Saget
a week and a half till his fate you were hooked on Saget
had to feel some remorse the last guy who said it
Saget still hard on thought's it was hard not to go along with it
know one had a clue the conclusion of Bob was near
a sharp now Saget was clearer than ever and on the rise
Bob hearing the slip's of Saget i'm sure joggled his mind
the saga of the ongoing Saget came quickly to an end
it was over
sadly enough that week you were hooked on Saget
The Time
It's not yours,
It's not mine!
It's doesn't wait for anyone or takes permission to shine!
I can go along with it,
as running is difficult.
If I won't be there,
still it doesn't care!
Let’s eat some Playdough he says.
I had heard he was a fun date, but this was beyond fun.
Pretending to go along with it I ask, “What color?”
Red or Blue, he says.
I only have green and pink, I tell him.
He acts disappointed. Says he has to go.
His mother picks him up.
I call my girlfriend. Where do you say he lives?
At home.
With his mother?
With both parents.
Has he ever moved out?
Not that I know of.
This is the last time I let her set me up with a fun forty-eight-year-old.
You have a weird head she said. What is wrong with it?
I don’t know I admitted. No one told me this ever before I met you.
She smirked. Her blue eyes were glowing; I thought she was being funny.
Surely they mentioned your nose though, she said. It’s so hawkish.
Actually, no one had. She is new today though. I figure she is being friendly.
So I go along with it. “Sure, my mom calls me beaky,” I say.
Her eyes have stopped smiling. She turns serious.
“What about those spots on your face? How did that happen?”
“You mean my freckles?”
She nods.
“They are from my grandma,” I tell her. We both have spots. I love that.”
She keeps the banter up. Others at the lunch table are staring.
I can tell my best friend is dying to say something.
She bursts out with this “Why are you such an ignorant fat cow?”
The new girl runs off bawling.
Why did you do that? I ask her.
Her face is all red.
She cannot answer.
gone are the hot beach days
lounging back
sipping a rum and coke
where romance found a silver spoon
while the stars above sang your name
time is running away
and we go along with it
no treading softly
as yellow leaves flutter to the ground
without a sound
to meet their parched end
shadows embrace lovers
knowing they will never feel the same
let’s pretend it is not the end
raise your glasses in the air
as parties are dying down
meet the fall of summer with
cheers
How can I be so heartless
Do I really call all the shots
I expect change from everyone else
But I'm not willing to budge an inch
How does anyone love me so much
Do I just go along with it
Do I like being in control
I have everything planned in my own little world
How can I back down
How can I give in
How can I say this without them hating me
I'm spiteful
I know I am
It's how I block the pain
The pain that they caused me
What do I do from here
Life is changing for the better
and I'm getting doubts
How can someone
possibly love me so much
song to bring children up to date on “the Iran situation”
(to be sung to the tune of “B-I-N-G-O”)
there’s a country that’s gonna end the world &
Israel is its name-o
I-S-R-A-E-L
I-S-R-A-E-L
I-S-R-A-E-L
& Israel is its name-o.
there’s a greedy empire that’s gonna help it out &
the US is its name-o
U-N-I-T-E-D S-T-A-T-E-S
U-N-I-T-E-D S-T-A-T-E-S
U-N-I-T-E-D S-T-A-T-E-S
& the United States of America is its name-o.
there’s a man in the White House that doesn’t want to
go along with it & Obama is his name-o
O-B-A-M-A
O-B-A-M-A
O-B-A-M-A
& Obama is his name-o.
there’s a psycho whose tying Obama’s hands &
Netanyahu is his name-o
N-E-T-A-N-Y-A-H-U
N-E-T-A-N-Y-A-H-U
N-E-T-A-N-Y-A-H-U
& Netanyahu is his name-o.
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