All their lives a great bit mess.
Hoped for more
Got something less.
Thought themselves to special be.
Trapped in mediocrity.

Pain of life too much to bear.
Perfect lipstick, perfect hair.
Numbing , coping, trying to breath.
Trapped in mediocrity.

Where does satisfaction lie
When all you want to do is die?
There are no more tears left to cry.
The life you lead, enormous lie.

Drained of any feelings dear.
No more to see, no more to hear.
Despiration, no pity.
Trapped in mediocrity.

She’s lovely
There
Buried in the perceptions of second daughter
A joy and a Fury
Sometimes it’s harder
Not to be
Lost in the countenance of ME
The second
Not the first
Neither best, nor worst
But this one and ONLY spark
Fills the room with passion and heart
A quiet breath of pure beauty
An inspiration
That IS Lilly

Seasons end
Change draws near
Forced departures
The path is clear

Wasted time
Worry and fear
People leave
The path is clear

New beginnings
A vision dear
We start anew
The path is clear

Barriers erased
Opportunities appear
We decide
The path is clear

We live in strength
We persevere
We conquer doubt
The path is clear

For Sarah!

Mos Def and Karouac

A Rhythm

A thwack thwack

Of the Beatnik’s drum

Soul poets

Seeing through eyes inspired

A vision not tired

A breath

And a beat

Thwack Thwack

You speak

It’s the truth of the rhythm of cities and roads

A traveller’s song

Moving along

With a jazzy beat

Thwack Thwack

Mos Def and Karouac

Twisting and turning
My heart won’t stop yearning
for clarity and peace
My Source my relief

How is one to believe
people in choices won’t deceive
When guidance and friendship aren’t enough
It’s tough

At the expense of friendships true
Authentic in support of you
Your crisis blinds
Distorts your mind

A past of bad decisions made
A lust obeyed
Friends’ debt unpaid
A trust betrayed

In depth
Pain speaks
A disconnected silent scream
A small voice whose only connection is through an even smaller voice
Verdant images
Sucking mud and burning stumps
A love betrayed and forgiven through loss
Water crashes and the small self drowns
New life birthed again through the waters of the great mother ocean
With this love
With this passion

…a little ditty I wrote on break today

Gun totin’ Sarah Palin
Likes to eat moose stew
Shame you with her manicure
Then kick you with her boot 

She’s a real tough lady
A lipstick wearing dog
But you will soon lament it
If comparing her to hogs 

As for “the bridge to nowhere”
She claims she said, “no thanks”
But she made sure to keep that pork
Held tight in her state’s banks 

Said yes to Abstinence Only
Said no to real sex ed
And now her teenage daughter
Is engaged to soon be wed

They call her Caribou Barbie
A real G-O-P dream
Just mention you’re religious
And the audience will SCREAM 

Forget the first amendment
We sure don’t NEED those books
A real book burning party
As our Constitution cooks 

You better not cross her
That you will regret
For Sarah the barracuda
Will ensnare you in her “payback” net 

And when it comes to black gold
They say, “Drill, Baby, Drill”
Who cares how many polar bears
Your gluttony will kill 

Gun totin’ Sarah Palin
With whom you’d drink a beer
Go back to sleep America
And give them four more years…….

Break Dancing

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Disco

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