She was a day dreamer with a one way ticket out
drifting on rainbow clouds passing little towns
all she wanted was a one a way ticket out
drifting across Paris,
on an Oyster yacht
she just wanted a shot...
a good life
instead of strife...
Oh, man this baby wanted out
so bad it made her wanna shout
so she imagined a life somewhere else
anywhere that would take her somewhere
another place, another land
where she imagined her life would be grand...
she just couldn't live
in the place she found herself at...
she wanted to live.
most of all she just wanted to give.

She can see your lips move
but cannot hear what you say
her eyes tear up at the end
at the futility of understanding
the small message you're trying to send
unable to pierce the walls of silence
she feels trapped inside
slow moving ocean tides
nodding throughout her day
in front of the faces that visit today
Mozart spins silently around
as her memories flood back
to the sights and the sounds
of fluttering gowns
when she was a young girl...
and he was her world.

Let's fly away home to the place where dreams create
floating white clouds that dissipate
in a mystical land called me and you...
where we've invented flying machines
that move so fast they can't ever be seen
we dance back in time
right into a joyous
New York 40's chorus line
fast forward we invent
a world filled with love, and content
because the sun shines bright
there's never a grey cloud in sight
and the sky is always blue...
in the mystical land called me and you
where "once upon..." is always true.

In the darkness of the moon
without a future or a past
where there are no left turns back
between the minutes that never last
I am within your silent whispers
found in the darkness of holy secrets
I've been read about in ancient myths
I am the darkness of the moon
and,
I am attracted to quiet prayers
I am floating in the air...
I'll be present when you feel it
I am the stillness of your spirit
found in the darkness of the moon without a future or a past
I am the mystery of the moment
between the seconds that never last.

Can you hear the call above the fray?
You can frighten it away
just translate a latin charm this way...
"By all the powers of the Earth and Sea"
lift my spirit up to thee
shine your light into me
"By all the might of the Earth and Sun"
allow me peace to be at one...
I hear the call above the fray
refusing to shrink, or run away
my transformation has now begun
and, thy will for me
to be done.
Face your fears
don't run away...
hear the call above the fray
Quiet your mind in troubled times
when life appears to be unkind
know that you are deeply loved
from high above
and all around
it may show up in a simple sound...
watch for patterns along with signs
they'll show up in serendipitous designs
a web
an owl
a bird
a flower...
a sound
a phrase
a star...
a gaze
a smile...
on the face of a friend,
reflecting everything the Universe can send.

She was an unfamiliar song even to herself
with notes changing from day to day
fluid like water
heart of stone
eyes like steel
a Queen secluded
in a Castle throne
all that was known from the day she was born
was that her soul could never be possessed or, owned...
lovers would come, and Knights would go
hearts were broken
fortunes blown...
with solid resolution
a single conclusion...
that she,
(an untamed Queen in her Castle throne)
would never  be possessed, or owned.

Welcome to your new day
where life it seems
is nothing more than a string of dreams
n' the people you've met upon the stage
were sitting inside a little cage
and Rod Serling has been directing this whole time
(he's been telling you how to say your lines)
You've been arguing for a better part
because you know it's not the end that counts...
you want a choice in where you start...
but he's just informed you it's too late
you've already chosen to participate
you'll have to do the best you can...
a dream he's entitled: your life span...
now you're kicking
and, just screaming
he says hold on ...calm down
I'll see who I can bring around
You're completely sarcastic at this point...
"Oh, right. Like you can bring John Lennon, or Elvis to this joint?!"
You hear, "they're on another gig..."
(so you ask for help from someone really--- big)
He kind of laughs, and then he says...
"I've been telling you to wake up this whole time...
you don't even need to spend a dime
it's called free will, man...
can't you see?
Besides...
You've got way more pull to ask than me!"

It's untitled because I'm still dreaming it up
designing their costumes
applying their make-up
I think one of them should say funny things
bringing the audience to their knees
Yeah...
the ideas are pouring in
Okay, I've got it
Act I
FADE IN:
that's where I'll begin
You never know what Zoe will say next...
she'll be hysterically funny, and very complex
(playing my protagonist)
bringing bubbles of joy
(even to my antagonist)
Yeah..
Zoe tends to do funny things
not even realizing the laughter she brings
because everyone will see themselves
in the situational stories she tells...
Act II
Zoe loses her shoes...
she thinks they're magic
(it will seem quite tragic)
maybe you'll cry
and, you won't know why
you'll just find it sad
to watch a person that's normally so happy, and glad
just to be in this world
to have emotions that swirl
you'll be cheering for her
to get back to the way things were
before she thought she lost her shoes
the ones she thinks are magic
(she's gonna have the blues)
I'll write a transition here
it comes from, Carlos Diaz, he'll be a true friend...
(he'll help her transcend)
Act III
Zoe finds her magic shoes
(but she'll have to pay some kind of price, or fee)
I'll have her find a key that will make her see...
that she can get back to the way things were
before she began to swerve
thinking life had way too many curves
(it seems so unlike her)
Yeah, he'll help her get back to the beginning
when she found humor in the darkest places
even in the eyes, and expressions of the all the strange faces
that had been tossed her way...
because her imagination was busy at play
Yeah..
You'll be so happy for her
that she's finally back to the way things were
her friend, Carlos Diaz...
he'll be the one to remind her of all the joy she can bring
(by this point you'll all want to sing)
because Zoe can find humor in almost anything.

I am deaf in my left ear
but it doesn't stop me from creating the story I hear
I play soundtracks in my head
to imagine a picture I hear instead
it might be the color of the sun
as it slowly rises
just above a blue horizon
a picture becomes a sound
I'm able to see if the shape is round
then I rotate this image
all around
to hear the color of a sound
I might hold this image up
or lay it down...
I keep playing the music in my head
finding the words to paint instead.

She viewed her body from above
laying inside the claw foot tub
her famous photographs were strewn about...
ones that had earned her
so much clout
A soft breeze fluttering about...
blew the white curtain in and out...
she flew on down to the New York streets
another view of the freaks n' geeks  
to seize the day
her shutter release firing away...
gazing into strangers eyes
capturing truth...
discarding lies
she could see the beauty they held inside
of those on the fringe
(that used to hide)
giving them hope ...
a new sense of pride.
In the end it was all too much...
for all their pain
her soul had touched.

I had a dream I was dreaming..
implying strong aspirations of optimism
indicating my wishful thinking
that I was a small child
blonde, and fair without a care
fluent in French
along with emotional intelligence
ahead of my time
in feminine wile
I was acting out a play
animated in every way
drawing a crowd
all the grown ups watched
smiling at me
imagining a bright future
at least that's what I dreamed...
they could all see...
then I turned into a Chimpanzee
swinging from tree to tree.

Does anyone ever feel their life is completely over
just when it all started to begin?
I'm talking about the times we've all had
where some were good, and some were bad
n' thoughts are rushing like lightning bolts
up inside your head n'
you remember everything that was ever said...
the hurt, and the pain where nothing was gained
it only left its mark on your darkened soul
like a big empty hole
an ugly stain
you just want it washed away
n' you wish for rain
so that when you're parting ways
down separate roads
you can turn and say,
"I'll go right ...you go left"
Yeah, you hope and n' pray
that you'll never have to feel this way
letting the rain run down your face
its mixed with salty tears...
up ahead there's wide open space
the sun is finally shining on your face
it feels like a kind of grace...
as you drive down that road
you let go of your fears
forget all the tears...
because this is your life
you're starting all over again...
it feels like a board game
n' you've just found yourself at "begin".

The watchman who awakens the sleeper
blurry eyed
doubting the images
that have been held inside.
I am the sleeper who has risen
no longer held captive in my internal prison.
It's like an invisible bridge
without an external rope
I am crossing it now...
with a leap to faith
and, a lot of hope.
I once was blind
but now I see
I am free...
I've been holding the key
(this whole time)
I was born with it ...
it's been inside of me.

One by one
we fell into the wire
disconnecting ourselves
from humanity
and those that we considered...
the undesired.
Over time it was easier
to see the pain
with sicking disdain
they were after all...
just flashing faces
on gigawatt screens..
unreal images
or, so it seemed...
existing in far off places
these unknown faces
were replaced by airplanes...
vacations
to holy destinations
designer luggage, and wads of money
it was our land of milk, and honey.
We could live in the wire now
losing all desire
(When did this happen, and how?)
You see...
connecting with humans on any level
they were seen as unknown faces
living in these far off places...
they had long been replaced
by flashing campaign ads
spliced between...
the latest trends, and fads.

by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove


She likes to tell me
about painting, or music
going on and on
about all her success
I’m happy for her
don’t get me wrong...
but once in awhile
it would be nice if she’d ask me
how I’m getting along
I’ll have to let that all go...
besides it’s really
my silly ego.
She doesn’t understand
my love for words
or, photographs
depicting
whole other worlds...
there’s a silent freedom
in accepting all that...
I can just listen, and learn...
while she chats.

I have vanished like the wind
that circles around a windmill
never returning back
but going outward
pushing birds in flight
rising
so that I may touch
the deep blue sky
with my golden wings
dipping...
to get a better view
below
I have vanished like the wind
that blows white dandelions
in the air
so that I may be silhouetted by the sun
when I am kissed by light
I now float
with anticipation...
seeking a resting place
somewhere in the ground
planting myself again
where I can be loved
by the sun and the rain...
until another breeze takes me again....
I have vanished like the wind
out of sheer necessity
from your silence
forcing me to move on
pushing upward...
always now,
around the stars
and the moon...
I have vanished from your silence
I am blowing in the wind
waiting to be loved again.

Finding my way back home
was feel'n all alone
(Sing it with me)
Yeah, you know how it is...
Everyone's in my biz
I just wanna learn to live
(Sing it with me)
Yeah, you know how it is...
Built up a wall so tall
I went n' took a fall
(Sing it with me)
Yeah, you know how it is...
I'm finding my way back home
realizing I'm not alone
stopped look'n at the lack
got friends that watch my back....
decided I can shine
I won't be left behind
there's no limit
to the love
I can exhibit
kindness, love, and joy....
these are the feelings
I now explore.

I held the elevator door open for an elderly couple today
In their mid 80's I would say...
so very cute in so many ways.
The man was wearing a red checker hat...
and she wore blue eyes like a beautiful cat...
I wondered what secrets they could tell me
that kept them going so happily.
He steadied her gently with his right arm
protecting her safely from falling, or harm...
guiding her thoughtfully
through the door
he limped along..his leg looked sore.
I stood alone inside my thoughts...
pondering their love
that can't be bought.
(Ding)
Went the door
I watched them float by
a moment
that made me
let out a sigh...
as he wrapped her sweater around her soft shoulders
to protect from getting any colder
and the two glided down
a cobblestone path
each one careful
not to miss
a step...
and all the secrets they've ever kept
for their kind of love
throughout the years
and all the tears...
they've ever wept.

I am like an unread book
sitting on the shelf
waiting to be opened up
to experience a second look.
I was read before but put away
afraid somehow the words would stay
inside my soul which was not whole...
because the dark side made me hide --
pushing me to the other side.
Reading the forward chapter
I'm finding there's so much light to capture.
In each word there is a moment
that stands still...
like a beautiful mountain, or a hill...
where I can choose to reach up
grasping the stars...
I am pulling them in
showing my light,
that shines within.

I hope I sleep tonight
with the full moon shining bright/its glowing white
next to the stars tonight..
and I'm missing you
like an ocean painted blue
I hear your sweet voice
in the rustling leaves
and your gentle spirit
in a soft ocean breeze
You're like a full moon...
shining true.
You are my beautifully bright young daughter---
Oh, how I do love you.