She floats just above the ground
whenever visitors decide to come around
from room to room she roams
when she's feeling all alone
and, she longs for the laughter that once was --
that echoed up and down her halls
her children are all gone with time and, distance
its made her spirit ache it's been so long
there's the sound of a ticking clock
(tick, tick, tock)
reminding her of a half knitted infants sock
where she remembers leaving it before she left
Oh, and she'd cry if she had any tears
but all she has is her ghost house year after year...
where she roams from room to room
(waiting, always waiting)
waiting for her children to come home soon.

Give me red roses Monday through Sunday
I don't want any grey
I'll take love over pain because I like it that way
Give me a heart full of chocolates with a bow n' pink tie
not leather n' chains or, some fantasy with lies
Give me Paris in Spring, and I'll dance, and I'll sing --
with you by my side, and your smiling blue eyes
I'll take Central Park walks or, white horse buggy rides
just give me red roses --
and, I will love you for life.

No, no-- I gotta go
I gotta go like Jackie-O
cause she had style n' she had grace
Yeah, she always finished in first place
I'll spend some time with you in mind
Baby only, if you treat me kind
cause' I've been all there, and I've done all that
I will exit like a bored black cat
cause talk is cheap and --and, now I know
I'm not some blondie in your show
Uhhh-yeah--
now bring it all back
bring it all back ~ bring it ~ bring it
bring it like that...
Oh, n yeah'
I'll be your baby/I'll be your cat
just bring it ~ bring it
bring it like that...
I'll make you sing
as I scratch your back
ha-ha --
cause don't you know, Oh
I'm like a Jackie-O-
Oh n' yeah...
I like it - like it
when you do it like *that...

Goodnight, Helen...
my Dear
my Friend...

She was here, and now she’s gone
we had just spoke of the daisy's on her lawn
blowing in the wind
she said there were butterfly’s folding from within
beating like two hearts in love
drumming to the dancing stars above
She was here, and now she’s gone
Helen, I still hear your wistful song

I watched a hummingbird
hovering, suspended
during flight
wishing
I could be it
for one night
it looked so free
without a care
at the same time
so aware
that life was good
it understood
He flew away
to let me know
he couldn't stay
reminding me
to enjoy my day.

There was a hush at the door as she looked above
a silencing of her heart like a ******* hole...
He stood at the door this man adored
the scent of her skin the scent of her soul
Oh, how she prayed for love above
a mystery this fair maiden wished to know
for love had long passed her by until the Prince
had walked on by in the forrest of Isle
he was passionately wild...a soul on fire
Hush, he said as he kissed her neck
let me wipe these tears that you've wept
and, come with me as you haven't slept
I will hold you tight all through the night
my love, my maiden -- I am yours tonight
to have to hold for the rest of your days
I promise forever for the rest of my days.

It's okay to say I don't know
since the beginning of time
we've wanted control
through bloodied fields
through embittered wars
searching for answers
for more and, more
looking out
instead of in
always outside
not within
causing confusion
confessing sins
dream like illusions
the only conclusion...
is that I don't know a thing.

I don't know why you feel this way
All I have to say is I wish you'd stay--
No, no, no/ please don't run, run, away--

Yeah, I just want to dance/in the rain with you---
dance in the rain like we used to do
Please don't say we're through--
Remember all the good days that we had
when we were young, and just so glad
to look into each others eyes/and realize
that our love was here to stay, stay--

I don't know why you feel this way
you've turned your back on me
and, I can't make you see--
that all the things you dislike in me
are really the parts of you
that scare you/that make you run/run/run
just like you always do.
you say we're done--
you don't see/you're just like me/don't want to stay/
got to walk away-----away, away--
Yeah --

All I hear from you is --
you can't take me/got no time/it's my crime
Yeah--

I don't know why you feel this way
All I have to say is I wish you'd stay
No, you don't have to run, run, run
away, away---
I just wish that you would give me a second chance
I just want to dance/in the rain with you --
dance in the rain like we used to do
but you say we're through --
Please stay, stay--

Yeah ---.
Please stay--

If I could be a color I would be a crimson red
painting hearts with my quill feathers
while dancing playfully around your bed.

If I could be an angel in your dreams
I would float you gently on my cloud
softly rocking you with my wings
so that you know you're safe, and sound.

If I could be a song of love
I would sing it just for you
I would sing it every day --
so that you know I love you too.

If I could be some kind of God for just a day
I would take all of your pain away
replacing your every crying tear you've ever had, My Dear
turning them into days of sunshine toward the past
I've made plenty of mistakes while you grew up
you were so wonderful to love
heaven sent you to me from above
and, now that you have grown
I wish I could have known
that the same scars given to me as a lass
have now gone onto the next generation's torch to pass
You say that I am dead to you
I pray to God someday that somehow I'll find a way
to stay strong for you, and say
If I could be a God for just a day --
I'd make all your pain, and sadness go away
My daughter I am sending sunshine, and love to you...
Each, and every single day..
I wish that you could see just how precious you are to me...
And these icy tears I cry are just filled with so many questions why...
now my own mother that scarred my heart back when
starting way back before I turned ten...
seems to have convinced you of all her "zen"
it's just so ironic to me that's all...
how all the secrets, and the lies get replaced
I now carry your own Grandmother's disgrace.

I got some drama /Yeah-uh/with some haters
All I can say is I'll have to see you later
Cause I've got my own thing
Yeah, I've got my bling bling
n' now I know you're all just hate'n on my ching-ching
cause I'm so happy designing clothes
Yeah-uhh, you so want a pair of those
it makes me sing out loud/heck yeah/ I'm so **** proud yeah-uh/ I love to own it/yeah-uh--cause I love to show it
n' I'm so happy to be alive/yeah uhh/I'm groove'n with a smile
creating jewelry and, my line of clothes
you're so drooling over those
Oh, yeah-uh/you know ya wanna own it
Yeah/I'm so happy to be a girl who's on her game
I'm make'n bling with my own name
And it's not like I'm all that
uh, hell no/I ain't no kinda stuck up brat
I keep it real/Yeah-Uh-- I keep it low
I keep it classy like a cat-eyed 90210
I pass some girls /Yeah--uh, out on the street
n' when they give me that nasty bitchface look
you know the one with shark fish hooks
it's the one up n' down/then so slyly to the ground
Yeah-uh, you flash up from my face/and, then so slyly to my feet
while I pass them on the street
they check my ***
Yeah-uh --
the bitchface pass
I got some drama /Yeah-uh/with some haters
All I can say is I'll have to see ya later
Cause I've got my own thing
Yeah, I've got my bling bling
n' I'm so happy to be groove'n to my own thing
So sing it now/Yeah-uh/come join me now
If you can afford this kinda look/you're gonna love the second looks
Cause you gotta swing it like you own it/yeah-uhh you got to get down low n' own it/Yeah-uh/cause girls like us we like to show it/Yeah-uh we love to dress up all couture/n' swagger with allure/
n' when haters pass/as they're checking out my ***/I say...
I'll see ya later
*I say goodbye

imagination is a destination
a kind of wonderful…
hallucination
meet me there in rainbow sky’s
home of sanctuary blissful sighs  
where pastel meadows in pinks,
and reds
see, roses spring near river beds
hear the joy of winged angels sing
praising love, and harmony
while dreamlike shadows —
watch over you, and me.

In a land called far away
where there is Magic everyday
you can dream of a life you really want
perhaps you even live in Camelot
in a castle that floats up in the sky
you can float on pink magic carpets
up so high
Dragons say hello as they fly by...
Little Fairies bring you presents all day
begging you to come out n' play...
And couples stay together forever n' ever...
Because they know they've found treasure.

In darkness, and in light this Goddess travels through the night
with her sword within her hands, a true warrior Goddess of distant lands.

She casts her magic across clover fields, strong in spirit, strong in mind, she's a Goddess of truth, and she's also kind. Cross her path even once, she'll make sure you're good n' done.

Green eyed Goddess from the Orleans, she only seeks victory, if you meet her in this life, remember to bow down on bended knee. She's the moon, and she's the stars, on her white horse she travels far.

She wields her sword through the air, like a lion roaring right at you
you'll feel her spirit passing through.

In the darkness, and in the light, this Goddess knows what's right.
Charging forward on her horse, she never feels remorse.
With golden hair, and her green eyes, she leads her army to victory.

Like Joan of Arc on a vision quest, she never has to guess. What is dark, and what is light, this Goddess knows what's right.

I always felt sorry for poor Eddie Yooper
who was bullied, and teased by mean Tommy Cooper
our school bus would bump up to his road
to a house that looked incredibly shabby n' old
Nine brothers, and sisters --
I think there were even more
they had goats walking in n' out a missing front door
and, little Eddie Yooper couldn't help that he was poor
One day I stood up to mean Tommy Cooper
That's when I yelled,
Knock it off - this has to end!
Eddie Yooper is cool, and he is my friend!
Now we're all grown up, and I'm happy to say
that all through the years --
he is my best friend to this day.

In memory of a flower that did not grow
its grey ashes lay forgotten in the snow
left to dry its spirit inside a soft Spring wind
whispering a message to their next of kin
carrying a hope, and prayer from within
that their cherished flowers never see
a war that kills beauty, and humanity
In memory of a flower that did not grow
its innocence, and number are all I know.

There on the cliffs
I spread my arms
over the sea
I reach for thee...
The room is still
I hear the ticking of the clock
I seek solace
  as the ocean crashes against the rocks
These words, these words they're all I have
beckoning me home again, and again
You hold me tight
  while we're in flight
we soar, we soar, to dizzying heights
my white gown flutters
all through the night
Tick, tick, tick
and, there's the hum in the room
inside stars
it's just the sound of my cocoon
Oh, how I never want to leave this place
in my imagination I've found grace.

He's just fiction for now but soon he'll be springing to his feet
bouncing off my Apple screen...
leaping from my Final Draft program,
and -- he'll start to scream his dialogue at me...
                                 (PROTAGONIST)
"******* barefoot Mary Joseph n' John
what n' the limey beans took you so long----
What?! All to give me a **** voice?!
You haven't even given me a choice - mate!
Come on...come on..hurry up
we've got one heck of a writing date!
I've been locked up in here - like forever---
all up inside your brain...
while you were...What?!
trying to come up with a title n' What?!
My **** name!"
I'll have to answer him...
                                     (ME)
"I know, I know --
I'm slow...
it's just this whole time
                   (a beat)
I was carefully crafting your backstory
I wanted to give some obstacles
give you some powers n' incredible force
so you'd have a way to chart your course...
then rise like Hercules or Thor - you know
to give you some kind of wonderful glory
I wanted to give you a fantastic story!"
I was...
In Search of __All of The Above
Last but not least...
I wanted you to fall in Love."
                                 (PROTAGONIST)
Is that why you've got me all dressed up
like I'm going to ****** church?
Man, these shoes make me feel like Lurch...
                                (ME)
Wait! Did I just hear you say feel?
                                (PROTAGONIST)
Yeah, like -- duh! Don't you know ....
you've just made me real?

In the darkness of the night
you don't give up for hope that dreams can come true
even when no one believes in you.
When they say you haven't sold
or, that your work is just too old --
you still hang on to a dream that holds
your life in balance at this time
you hang on to your every line
because no one can ever take that away from you
stay strong because you're you
still you keep creating every day
you keep creating in every way.

You hold my hand
as we walk into the forest
I breathe your breath
I take it in
I take it in
for my health
under a green forest
beneath a blue sky
as a river passes by
the birds, and butterfly's
they flutter on by
flutter past
and-- our love lasts
and, lasts
forever
as the river flows on
forever past.

I can see how one tragic event
could push a person
to a ledge
when that person
was already teetering
on the very edge
looking down for quite some time
picking up loose dimes
on the street
trying to scrape together
just enough to eat.

They didn't plan on it being this way
they've just been trying to survive one more day
She is your neighbor down the street
in a small town where power has gone to the local Sherrif's heads
A mother of three
out of work so she steals a loaf of bread
while her kids play in polluted dirt
I see how her story could end
she didn't have any friends

Smile at a neighbor today
you might keep them
off the very edge
of a ledge
the gift of hope
while they're at the very end
of their rope
You might be the one person
that keeps them alive
just by smiling...
and, looking into their eyes
*You just might keep them alive

I was never going to be okay in your eyes
because my eyes are not blue
they're green...
I was never going to be a perfect Vogue model in your eyes
because I'm not anorexic enough for you
I was never going to be smart enough in your eyes
because I'm still learning
I was never going to be quiet enough for you...
because I'm a woman with opinions
I was never going to be a mindless ***-kitten in your eyes
because I'd rather read a book on physics
I was never going to be a hot brunette to you...
because I'm a blonde.

Your charade exists because of this..
the hate you hide
is all inside
the flaws you see
are not in me.

You hung me up
like a mirror on your wall
n' you glance at me
from down the hall...
you see in my eyes
but can't recognize the lies
you've told yourself
this ****** stuff
that made you think
you're not enough...

I am just the mirror.

I won't let you use me like the other girl hanging on your arm
Yeah, I saw you last night singing to that other girl with your guitar
the way you gazed into her eyes is just like all the other times
you used me like before like a devil at my door

Yeah, and I know it's my own **** fault when I met you in New York
I was taken by your charm but it's the weapon you use to harm
I've seen the damage that you've done n' I just won't be another one
who's been used just like a rag/then your small ego has to brag
you're just a devil that's been at my door n' I don't know you anymore

(hook)
Devil at my door /don't ever come 'round me no more
cause I'll take you down, down, down
if you ever come 'round 'round 'round
I won't be the other girl hanging on your arm
n' all your devil charms don't work no more
I see the devil in all your lies
when I look into your devil eyes

Before July...
I had not lost part of myself /I had not been robbed yet
I had not been damaged yet
I was not waking up each morning with tears in my eyes
I had not been cut up/torn up yet
by not just you, and -- you, and you --
but him, and -- him, and him --
On top of the others, in July.
It wasn't until August
then it became - them.
There were four of them that came to my door
I did not have bruises on my body yet
I am trying to paste all the pumpkin colored leaves back onto my trees
I've raked them into golden piles
in my mind I rewind the leaves back onto the branches
it looks like a film moving backwards
I want to rewind my life --
back to July,
before, August --
before the tears.

Ken and Barbie drive around
in their matchbox cars in my small town
its bright yellow with a stripe you'll see
how hard they try, and wanna be
admired by everyone /including me
stepford wives, and soccer moms
stepford husbands mowing lawns
with perfect twins that keep them in
competition to hide their sins
their tongues spew knives from their lips
about a neighbor that's not so hip...
they're so busy judging everyone
they don't notice flowers in the sun
words, or art -- or people like me
that don't fit in the picture they see
I stand alone in my small town
while Ken, and Barbie drive around.