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Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!
Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not “obscene”...
Orange, purple, and lavender
look lovely with lime green!
Don't bother me with conformity
I'm much too happy, carefree
to wonder why the neighbors all
keep staring so at me!
Maybe they're jealous of my tail
I really don't give a hoot!
Surely they have seen before
grown-ups in zebra suits?
Don't bother me with conformity
...too busy to follow your lead!
I've whatcha-ma-call-it thingies to build
and unicorns to feed!
Don't bother me with conformity
don't worry me this way!
You've stepped on all the faeries toes
and run the elves away...
Don't bother me with conformity
you're being such a pest!
My mud pies were quite fabulous
and not a “filthy mess”!
Don't bother me with conformity
my music's not so loud...
Accordions are delightful-
See? It's already drawn a crowd!
...Respectfully holding their applause
until I reach the end-
Oh no- they really love it so!
You're quite mistaken, friend!
Don't bother me with conformity
come dance a jolly jig!
You really should loosen up a bit
you sad, forlorn, old prig!
Don't bother me with conformity
No thanks! I've had my fill...
of boring, bland, and deathly dull
no doubt that boredom kills!
Don't bother me with conformity
Oh, what was that you said?
Well, I think you (and your boring lot)
are the crazy ones instead!
THE GIRL I USED TO BE
"What do you want?" he asked me,
The question took me by surprise.
I searched my heart for an honest answer,
And there I found a mess of lies.
Alone, much later, I pondered,
Dug deep below years of accumulated debris,
Not knowing if I'd find there,
The missing girl I used to be.
I felt a smile growing wider.
As her head begin to rise.
She rose and slowly walked toward me,
Her eyes pierced through my disguise.
Then she spoke to my soul in silence
Saying, "I wasn't sure if you'd return,
I've been waiting here such a long time ,
And it hurt to see you burn."
I felt like a worm in her presence,
Her pure heart submitted and so free
That's when I'd the answer to Joe's question,
I want....The girl I used to be
Inspirations by Joan Donnelly Ellis Sept.25, 2015 (Inspired by Joseph Tomkiell) heart emoticon
Thank you Lord for another day in which to celebrate life.
May it be free of enmity, stress and perilous strife.
Help me to do Your will and accomplish things of worth,
And to live my life as if it was my final day on earth.
Thanks for the blessin's that upon this sinner You bestow,
For Your love and forgiveness, so much to You I owe.
I can't thank You enough for precious friends and family,
And for livin' in this land, home of the brave and free.
Lord, I'm sure You know things ain't goin' too well down here.
There's hatred, sorrow and strife all about Your sphere.
I reckon folks have strayed from things that You have taught.
Help us to heed the Golden Rule and behave as we ought.
Each mornin' my very soul is overflowin' with elation,
As I gaze in silent awe at the majesty of Your Creation.
We've made a terrible mess of it, please forgive us Lord;
Help us to be better stewards and abide by Your accord.
As You see, I ain't good at prayin', at times I ain't too devout,
But I sure do 'preciate You takin' the time to hear me out.
Maybe You can see fit for givin' me another day or two,
To plea for Your mercy and to chat again with You!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Lunatic:
You can call me a lune,
cause I'm crazy enough
to play the game of love
and think I can win.
I think I'm crazy.
The space by me is spinning,
and I'm seeing stars.
Dark shoes, scuffed soul.
A moonlight beam in the
night sky.
Silver dewdrop eyes mimic
Moonlight glinting in murky ocean tides:
Low to high, ebbing and flowing, cycles.
Always peering deep inside,
Subconscious dreams hide beneath the surface, waiting to be
Pryed open, Emerged, exposed to broad moonlight, bobbing on ocean tides:
Wedging reality wide.
Gliding freely through the star dashed sky,
Moonlight collides with sighing ocean tides,
Flying side by side with the glowing guide.
She ventures high, don't ask why, she will decide.
Everyone I know is crazy,
except those in the hospitals.
The insane haven't lost their bloody minds,
they've found it.
If you can't understand this,
perhaps you're considered 'sane,'
by the 'sane,' when really,
you're blinded by society's plague.
Open your mind to insanity !
You have much to learn.
The world around us is a lie.
If you can't comprehend that,
You are the real moon
That pulls my wave collectively.
Towards your beaming beauty,
I lay my restless soul.
Let me lose myself for you,
even if it's just for one,
beautiful, transcendent moment.
What does pain matter?
I just don't want to miss your light.
Call me crazy, call me blind.
I'd like to blame the moon
for all I've been feeling
for this freedom
this feminine freedom
bathed in white light
I'd like to blame the moon
for the brown in my eyes
the dirt on my feet
my mess of a hair
and a life
I'd blame her too, for my love of sunshine
rain and all that comes from nature
connection
to all beings
I'll blame the night for art
and thank her
for artists
and I'll thank myself for my liberation
my love for the God
the joy of nature
my own nature
my feet
the ground
my soul, at last
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
The row of hydro flasks standing proud on seminar desks,
The red splat outside the door of our flat made
Coz they wouldn't let me put my pressure cooker into venting mode in the kitchen.
Venting mode is what my flatmates are switched to coz of my mess one day,
But the next they are chuckling
'Bout how I mopped without getting the crud off the floor.
It is knocking on each others' doors with our fists when sober,
Flopping in when drunk.
It is thinking, wow, since my flatmate won't date me,
Her boyf must be a real hunk.
University is the range of washing up liquid colours
And the cluster of tomatoey scran in the freezer,
But also Groundhog Day with linguistics lecturers asking us
What we call a bread roll and how we say ‘bath’.
When will I wash it all off?
We shared so much of life together.
I can't believe your gone.
You looked so beautiful
on my wedding day..
in your burgundy chiffon.
I wish I could tell you
one more time..
that I love you ,hun..
I will miss the time..
we spent together..
we had so much fun.
Your sweet sweet smile..
Your warm embrace.
I guess I'll just..
have to face
You're gone..you're gone.
You picked up that drink..
and drove that car.
You probably thought you..
were alright.
I woke in the morning..
to a terrible news..
that you lost your life.
I'll miss you my dear.
I'll make you proud..
as you look down
from the heaven's gates.
I will miss your touch.
Your big brown eyes..
and all our luncheon dates.
Please know in your heart..
You could have called me.
I would have given you a ride.
Now life's a mess..
I just have to stress..
You shouldn't drink and drive.
I hope your at peace..
I long for your touch.
It's crazy your not here.
Remember my friends
Life depends..
on putting down that beer.
Last but not least..
Please take the time..
to think..
before you drink.
Cause life can be fair..
If you handle it with care..
Cause life without you will stink.
Filling in the blanks of what wasn't said.
Trying to slow down the spinning in my head.
Let my heart catch up to feel the love.
And lift my eye's to see something above.
Looking for the future in a lost past.
Chasing dreams that just don't last.
Long lonely sentiment of emptiness.
Looking for a home without an address.
She's not here and the lights are dim.
Can't help but think that she's with him.
Not much a poor boy can do about it.
But bite my tongue, and try not to shout it.
The heart can only take so much.
When no one's there to feel your touch.
The sun come's out but not for you.
Even when it's cloudy, my sky's are blue.
I know it get's confusing, and everything's a mess.
When true love keeps refusing, and she's hard to impress.
The world just keeps revolving while I feel so stuck.
It just left me here waiting for a change of luck.
10/31/22
I've weathered rough storms
Always high and drunk or
Trying to have love form
I was once torn
All this B.S. occurs out my front door
You've woken up the beast, now you're done for
You've no idea what's in store
Just may be guts and gore
Time I smoke and drink some more
All these dumb whores
Meanwhile constantly with punks I war
You'll be unable to prevent it
Before there can be any friendship
It all ends quick
Meanwhile too much crap they remain obsessed with
Not all shall be nice
Something off I was able to see twice
Underneath streetlights
Over the span of three nights
By going to extreme heights
I learned valuable lessons for a cheap price
Nearly each time
Often turns to violence, rarely is there peace signs
Seen by my keen eyes
For the remainder, need to be wise
Against these guys
Since in the end eventually we die
Still she tries
But I'm going to make her take a deep dive
Since she is barking up the wrong tree line
Trying to mess with the whole beehive
No need to read in-between the lines
I've seen why, they do it no need to try
The same said falling for it and believing lies
Too late to worry about me, I'm eating fine
Nothing singled out
Or leading to bigger doubt
I've had opportunity to think about
While out in nature or a house by a sink and couch
Where I would smoke and drink large amounts
Now I know
It's not just how it goes
Much of it I've outgrown
And the rest of it, I've been the town joke
Behind clouds of smoke
Beyond a clown or folk
Always the one they doubt the most
Just like with everything there's a price to pay
She brought me warmth and lighted my day
Right away
It's nice to say
But then she left me in the dark
Like they all do before I can make a mark
By now we're worlds apart
Yet it still hurts my heart
Because I'm tossed away to collect dust before I could start
Oh well I continue and swim on
Regardless of if I live long
Rarely if ever I did wrong
Took endless work to become this strong
When all there is might seem a mess,
Adrift, far out to sea
When all there is seems somehow less
Than what it ought to be
We cannot know, but we can guess
We are the fantasy.
As planets move within their spheres,
We see their harmony;
Watch birds in flight migrating steer,
In synchronicity;
We choose the truth when it appears
We are the fantasy
The faithful claim what god has made
Cannot be a mistake
And others say the whole charade
Is nothing but a fake
But somehow on the top we’re laid;
Like icing on the cake
We measure microscopic things
We cannot even see
Watch dust clouds pushed by cosmic winds
Out of the galaxy
We fly with ideas spread like wings
We are the fantasy
All that there is, our science consigns
To mass and energy
We order stars to our designs
To snare our destiny
We join the dots; we draw the lines
We are the fantasy.
I'm sitting in the garden
With my small son on my knee
He looks up at me with big brown eyes
And says “Tell me about Granda's tree”
My father planted a tree
In nineteen forty two
He nurtured it and hadn’t bargained
On just how big it grew
When I was just seven years old
I had a love of climbing trees
Many times mum put plasters
On my bloodied and skinned knees
I can remember one day
Wearing my new party dress
Peering in through the window
A grubby bedraggled mess
I’d climbed as high as I could go
Then heard a quite loud crack
The branch it snapped in two
And I landed on my back
I’d excelled myself on this occasion
You could say I’d gone the whole hog
I’d landed on a little offering
Left by next doors dog
I remember as a little girl
My father built me a house in the tree
A sturdy wooden house with windows
Especially for me
When I was in my tree house
I could be almost anywhere
In a tropical jungle
Or in a cave hiding from a grizzly bear
Hanging onto my rope ladder
With a plastic cutlass on my hip
I could be looking for buried treasure
My tree house a pirate ship
Underneath the carpet
In the middle of the floor
My father had lovingly made me
A little brass-hinged trap door
Whenever I got fed up
Of being stuck inside
I’d open up that trap door
And go straight down the slide
Sometimes I would stand
For maybe half an hour
And pretend I was a princess
Imprisoned in an ivory tower
Some days I’d be a cowgirl
On a wild west ranch
And sometimes I’d pretend to be
A monkey swinging from a branch
One day I picked some flowers
And mum asked what they were for
I said “they are for my cottage
With roses around the door”
My son is looking wistful
Then he smiles at me
He says “mummy I would love
To see my Granda’s tree”
Tears come into my eyes
My son’s smile turns into a frown
I say “The tree's no longer there
The new owners chopped it down”
My son says it is sad
That the tree's no longer there
But no-one can destroy the memories
That my son and I share