Like new summer wine
We were green in our time
And the yellow rose
never smelled better

But like the weeds in the road
Armadillos , horned toads
The truth was spelled out in the letter

You know some days are just fine
Others will find that your lying
But most of the time
you're barbed wiring

Well the rains came on down
Washed away most of the town
I found you boarding the bus to Dallas

You said you gave it a go
It's time to go with the flow
Then I watched the bus
dissappear with sadness

Well the high plain's never tame
Life's not long there for the lame
And one can drown in the dust
of your sorrow

You can ride on and mend
But you will never be able
to bend
The land or the will that's known as Texas

So goodbye my dear friend
You can write but I'll never send
I'll be waiting for you
at the nexus

Heart beating
         [just for you]

butterflies zooming

         light head feelings

                      mind twirling

                             a thousand

                                      different ways…

it’s in the knowing, the feelings
peace
     excitement
exhilaration, tranquilly, delight…magic…

                        take me into your world
                               into your land of dreams
                        hold me close and love me….
                               never let me leave.

mind twirling, heart pounding
ecstasy rides on the stars,
the moon shines its light
wind sending kisses
into dreams
      of near and far…..
~

I'm drifting
through my dreams,
occasionally colliding
with a hint of certainty.
I'm higher than I seem,
fighting the concept
of reality as a means.
I'm lost in the sky.
I can't remember why,
but life is just easier
when I get a little high.

I didn't, really.  I just walked straight up to where he was working, and tada.  


(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLVI)


Does gloaming softly thieve what was, a sense
Of yonder haunts the fragile light gone pale,
And I see-saw on whether to avail
Me of the number Joe wrote down from hence
Or write him off as quite the fruitcake, whence
Our tete-a-tete is laughable.  Yes, they'll
Aquit him of aught, cuz I have ne bail:
Despised is, um, passe for all intents.
I am a woman.  "Lewd" is common fer
All that.  And lo, the skies don navy-blue
As nary bough stirs, traffic naught and poor.
Come, now they rock, leaves whisper lightly, to
Lapse into freighted silence.  Go assure
Yourselves.  I'll laugh tomorrow ist? at you.

27Jun17b

I'm going to dare the fates and speak openly

Julius Caesar, was a pompas *****, who consumed and never gave
A pudgy little waif of an excuse for a man
Cleopatra, wasn't a visual beauty,
She had wit, and the gift of gab
I was her hand maiden
I would know
Technology?!
We are so primitive in this age, Ha!
Nero,
History painted a vague, and awful picture of a great man of men
Indeed,
My Nero, did dance at the fall of Rome
Because we all would dance, at the loss of ignorance
He was beautiful, I loved him
And of DaVinci?
His mind was offset
He was GREAT
His was a traveling soul and mind
Leonardo, looked God himself in the face
And grinned
He was GREAT, as was his son
His son, painted a book
It resides in the Vatican Library
Check if you will
With your "Google"
Your generations wonder of mysteries,
You haven't a clue
Time isn't linear
It Is always
And I grow tired
Hoover, a Hunter
He knew of us
And we hid
Shielding ourselves in shadows
And lies
We are here
We watch
Wait....

Mirkwood

This is my forest.
My Middle-earth.
My fantasy woods filled with wicked things and winged creatures.
It's the dark forest of my imagination.
It's the little annex, attic of my mind.
Mirkwood is where I go when things are darkest and when I need to delve deeply
into my soul.
It's where I go when all things go awry, when they go so awfully awry.

more toes in the river bank
more jaunting through the clover field
more watching the sunrise
more catching your eyes in mine

moresmilesmore laughsmorecakes
icecream
more popcorn spilling when crying
at sad movies

less work less hate
less white on walls I want
colorlesscubicleinsanity

less cell phone *******
the notifications the calls
Less taxicabsskyscrapers
concretemortuaries

more flowers
more handshakes
more hugs more sweetness
more of feeling

less of reality
Tv
moreoldmovies

more tears