The music listens to me
not the reverse

I dance to my own tune
swaying to my own beat

I am my own little drummer woman
creating a tune of my own

I sing my own harmony
weaving through others' melody

I paint my photograph
using no light or dark or color at all

I do my own thing
being me my whole time.

To lose The Game
You have to know the Rules

Even though it's simple enough.

When ever you think about The Game,
you lose

And must announce your loss.
So basically,

I just lost The Game.

angora fur
calico coat

regal and aloof

we thought you stupid
'till Xander came along

rarely jumping
never running
lazy Koko-kitty

loving
but only on the water bed
never on mine

a traditional cat
with an almost Persian face

and the most adorable mew

the mommy of the cats
but never a mother
or an aunt

adopted from the shelter
no longer feral
and healthy as a horse

running jumping
mewing occasionally

always begging for attention
always begging for a treat

a furry ball of cuteness
warm and playful
my handsome little man

my baby

sleeping on your back
snoring and twitching

my amusement
my love

fetching your favorite toy like a dog
chirping like a bird

an attention-grabbing-kitty-**** when guests arrive
an attempted escapee when then leave

poofy tail
expressive as always

I know you want me to play with you now.

Burning bridges
is a form of suicide

Well I guess I've died
a million times over

Can I rebuild those bridges?
Can I be reborn?

Which way?
This way!

That way?

Every which way!
Up ways!
Down ways!
Left ways!
And right ways!

Which way?
This way.

Live laughter life
twirling in circles

flowers and ribbons and sugar spun delights
friends
dancing singing Music.

Love

sparkles and lights and colors and good book to read
free hugs (the good kind)

love is love and love means love forever.