Sometimes I fear
I’ve never known you -
like a leaf might think
it knows its mother tree
from spring
to summer
to fall—
ing
into winter’s
cold, hard ground,
severed from the branches
that once nourished it.
Caught in a season
where familiarity
finds itself face to face
with formality,
and transition
resembles exile.
Maybe one day what is left of me
will sink deep enough
to find something I could never see
from the branches -
where darkness can decipher
whether I never knew you,
or whether knowing you
was never supposed to mean
I wouldn’t fall.
Down I fall, to my knees.
The pain is to much to bear.
If you can hear me, please help me.
My love for him will never cease.
It’s strong beyond compare.
Down I fall, to my knees.
Time can’t be bought—nothing is free.
I wish we had more time to share.
If you can hear me, please help me.
I whisper softly through the trees.
Why is life so unfair?
Down I fall, to my knees.
If time can heal, then tell me please—
Lord, do you hear my prayers?
If you can hear me, please help me.
It’s only him, I long to see.
Our love will always be there.
Down I fall, to my knees.
If you can hear me, please help me.
I'd been dead only an hour
And yet they'd already moved on
Already bid good riddance and closed the coffin
Their words fake, their thoughts sour.
I'd been dead only a day
And yet the maggots picked at my flesh
But couldn't bear to devour my scars
My rejected mistakes untouched, I lay
I'd been dead only a week
But my carcass was left hollow
All but my delusions accepted by nature
The soil murmuring my legacy, a freak.
I'd been dead only a month
My grave stayed bare
weather taking its toll
Id believed people cared, once
I'd been dead only a year
Or was it two now?
You lose yourself when your whole world forgets you
Or when you become the very thing you fear
Who are you without their thoughts
Who are you without your mistakes
Who are you without your legacy
Who are you without someone who cares
Were you ever alive without someone to remember you?
Were you alive when no one saw you?
Are you alive if no one sees you?
Will you be?
I gained my sanity.
And lost my family.
They can't understand
Where or who I am
Why I begin and when I end
The price is paid
Sour taste? No.
Just serenity. It may look
like insanity,
but is not.
I am.
I am in love.
I'm with God.
WIN AND WIN NO WAY
MORE LIKE LOSE AND LOSE EACH DAY
TRUMP BOILING AWAY
ISSUE EXCHANGE RATE
WITH CANADA TRUMP DOES HATE
SIMPLY MORE RAGE BAIT
It pains my soul I no longer
Possess your heart anymore
An emptiness now fills me
I lost the woman who I adore
Your life keeps moving on
Mine has been derailed
It's my fault I'm the reason
That our marriage failed
The idea of you not being here
Is slowly killing me inside
How am I supposed live
Without the love you provide
You are all I desire in my life
You are all I'll ever need
Let me love you better
Come home I plead
as the last leaf falls
my tree bare boned and lonely
without my presence
Have to win this race
I'm losing face at a pace
Running out of breath
I've got a peace plan
I'll come first and you second
It sounds good to me
Do you not agree
Should not have started this war
Back to where we were
You are
the memory
I keep reaching for,
but it slips
through my fingers
like water.
After you left,
I tried to stitch
my heart back together,
but the seams
kept unraveling.
Sometimes,
I wonder:
were you really there,
or just a question
I forgot to answer?
But you are the past,
and I am learning
to look forward
to a future
without you.
Shake the hand,
of your failures,
they might be,
somehow
telling you
something
hug and kiss,
your triumphs,
the ones with,
oomph they,
told you
do something
entering the world in a room full of hysterical people
My dog loses a pound of hair with each step
Buddy is a lovely pet, without a lot of pep
I follow him down the hallway which I just swept
Eighteen clumps of hair circulating make me feel inept
Should I shave the big hairy guy? Would that be bad?
I wade through a swamp of dog fur, it makes me sad
Do we have to eat dog hair in every meal? Asks my husband dear
I pull a clump of loose dog hair off Buddy’s right rear
Spain won the world cup yesterday, one to nil - but it was never close. Spain spent 70% of the game in Argentina’s backfield - pressuring.
Spain had nine respectable shots at a goal - scored one with another called back. Argentina had one shot that almost went in. I know losing when I see it - Argentina winning would have been a fluke.
Speaking of losing - Madonna at halftime.
A critic wrote that, "Madonna has come to represent America’s fear of aging."
Yeah, aging has never looked less appealing.
I may take up smoking.
I know, she recently had a single hit #1 on the Billboard charts.
Back when the Beatles were cranking out 24 #ones in a row, you had to sell a million records a week to crack the top ten, and 1.3 to 1.5 million a week to stand a chance at a #1. Today (with streaming) you can get a #1 with a 7th of that number.
I love early Madonna - but I know creepy when I see it.
Who’s older, Madonna or Trump?
Whatever, both are too old for their jobs.
.
.
A song for this:
Vogue by Madonna
Cruel and Pretty by Over the Rhine
MONEY WAS NO GOOD
PIERRE A WIN THOUGHT HE WOULD
LOSER NEIGHBOURHOOD
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