When did a mouse become a device?
When did we forget how to change a TV channel without a remote?
When did humanity start moving at such a fast pace
That it seems as if everyone is running a race

I long for the days of playing outside
Riding bikes and pretending to hide
We sat on the front porch
And waited for our friends
We thought those nights would never end

Now we don’t talk
We either text or email
Everyone is inside on their phones, looking very sad and pale

When did we lose our souls, when did we say goodbye
To life as we knew it, I just want to cry
It’ll never be the same
It’s such a **** shame
I’m getting tired of playing this game

I need to fly
I need to be free
I can’t be tamed
I’m the wild one, you’ll see

I love taking off
On a wing and a prayer
Responsibilities?
I really don’t care

I’ve been there, done that
So many times before
I’m so ready to just head for the door

So here I go again
Getting on the plane
If I keep moving, I won’t feel the pain

I woke up today
Good start you say?
All I want to do is play
But I have a very busy day

Work till five, commitments after that
I just want to hide, inside my hat

Take me away
As far as we can go
I need to get away from this hell and this snow

I’ve heard of a place
Magical it seems
Where there is warmth and sun and beautiful moonbeams

*Take me there
I really don’t care
All the things I have to do
I’d rather go far away with you
Take me there

The firmest handshake
I've ever felt
Was that of a woman with

Only three fingers left
On her
Hand.

The biggest person I know
Is about the same hight as
His wheelchair.

His life is a richer one
Than mine will ever be.
Because he makes it so.

What worries do I have?
Yet some days are heavy.
I suppose being born

Unimpaired and staying so
Is an impairment at times
In itself.

I can choose to be happy
I can choose to be sad
I can choose to be angry
I can choose to be glad

It’s all up to me
How I choose to feel
I’m in the driver’s seat holding the wheel
I have the choice to turn left or turn right
I can make this day black
Or make it shine bright

It’s all up to me
It has always been
It’s time to start living with gratitude again

I stook in naked thought
Beneath the waterfall spout,
With the quiet roar
Cascading over my ears,
And the hot water
Massaging the tenseness
Away from my deep thoughts,
When one swam to the front
About Three Parent Babies.
The procedure is reproduceable,
And the bio-ethics is someone else's concern
Who knows more than me.

I am concerned about the
33% better chance we have
To ****-up the kid
Before age thirteen.

you dreamed us awake way before the first dawn
and now your dream dreams of you-
dreams of coming home

Where am I going
Where have I been
Running in circles
Again and again

Trying to get things done
Do these things matter to me
Most of the stuff I can’t even see

So why do I keep running
I’m going crazy in my head
Soon I won’t be able to get out of bed

Slow it down, I keep telling myself
What’s the rush, there isn’t one
No one cares, I’m the only one

Burnout is coming, it’s like a freight train
I have to slow down, stop fighting my brain
Or I will surely,
Go Insane…

the whole array of saints
mingle around you
just waiting for a word

I cannot be the person I was back when-
too much has happened

and I am happening with it-
in a state of becoming

the freedom of children
and all good that goes with it

Time is a gilded gift
To offer or ask.
It diminishes in quantity,
Bound by its own law.
And yet,
She asks for more.
I argue:
My time is not
Environmentally friendly,
Reuseable or recyclable.
It's reduceable!
And therein lies
The problem.
You want the very air
In my lungs
Til eternity chimes.

When you think it's all over
And you're done with life
Hang in there one more day
Put down the knife

Write a poem
Love yourself
No one else will
They can all go to hell

It's not over
Until the fat lady sings
Wake up tomorrow
And see what she brings

It could be magic
It could be real
As long as you like how it makes you feel

So wake up just one more day
See what the universe has to say
Is this reality, or am I a character in a play
There is no way to truly say

Keep on going, follow Her way
Just live and breathe, each and every day...