When they say...
your best thinking got you here
run for your life.
90 meetings in 90 days
the goal
to surgically implant all of their meaningless
platitudes into your brain
while the stains left from
sipping crushed grapes are still
wet, and dripping
from your thirsty morally
defective lustful lips
insatiable to the last drop...
run for your life.
The truth may be that
you were trying to quiet
the loud drums inside your mind
that played along
steep and darkened
caverns within your soul
that were carved by sharp knives
making you bleed emotions
so red
you just wanted to calm your passion
that came in storms
flooding you internally
without warning
until it began
sweeping majestically over
snow capped mountains
for a month
touching down briefly
for a week
sometimes less...
picking up speed
dipping down
like a roller coaster
nose first
tormented by gravity
plunging into dark ocean floors
sipping grapes along the way.
When they say...
to abandon your ability to reason
intellectually
dumbing you down so that you
are frightened into questioning
their dogma, and everything
that you know to be true
run for your life.
When any one person
or, group
tells you day after day
you are powerless...
you are defective...
that you must give up
and, surrender
your right
to think for yourself
run for your life.

When is a word that can mean
so many things
When will you love me?
When will I see?
It's all about the love
that's inside of me?
When will I be happy?
When will I be glad?
When will I appreciate the moments
that I've ever had?
When is always waiting
what comes next.
When is anticipating
the next breathe.

The little Princess looked up at the giants
asking them a question with defiance
“When will I be big? When will I be strong?
I want to leave this place right now.
You see, I don’t think that I belong.”
The giants looked down upon her
(as if they were both quite sure)
“You are a slave. Now be quiet, and behave.
You’ll never be big
You’ll never be strong
You are a slave, and it is here that you belong”
The little Princess knew this was wrong
for she had a faint memory of a Castle,
and rings, and lots of shiny things
of pony’s, and toys
where she was loved by a King,
and Queen with joy.
The little Princess grew up beautiful, and strong —
she sang music, and she wrote songs
Then one day in the forest
she met a Prince who’s name was Lawrence
he’d heard her sing a lovely song
and,
he began to sing along —
he said, “Your parents have been searching for you so long”
and, with tears in her eyes
she whispered,
“You mean I have wings to fly?”
“Yes”, he replied
then he pulled her up so high
shooting under a moonlit sky
to a Castle where she belonged
and, when she woke up
she'd been dreaming all along.

When it feels like it's been raining for too long
through endless days and endless nights /it's been the same old
story/yeah, the same **** fights
you've endured ice cold silence
through ice cold rain and ice cold nights
yeah n' you never thought you'd be the one to walk away
but that's exactly where you find yourself today
because in the end there's really nothing you can say
yeah, you finally have to be the one to walk away
to keep from getting rained on everyday
and, you know there will always be things you're going to miss
like the way he used to look at you before each kiss

When I wake from a peaceful slumber
wrapped up next to you
curl my fingers gently
and, tell me that it’s true
that I am yours forever
forever cradle me inside your heart
then whisper you’ll return to me soon.

Where clouds meet the sun
where she drifts, she drifts
no one knows
where she goes she won't say
she might say it's just for one day
it might last for one month
she can't say
but she drifts, and drifts
catching memories in silence
of your kiss
when she was held, and cherished once
when she danced under the moon
and sun...
where the clouds meet the sun
when she danced
when she was young.

In My Dream....

In my dream I am always floating
through a stormy grey blue sky
just before your shadow spins
where I find myself breathing in
the scent of blooming roses
planted in the ground

I hear your voice/ I hear your sounds
I pass you by
then I twist, and I begin to fly —
I see your tearful grey-blue eyes
(staring down at me)

I was your wild Goddess once…
my name rolled off your soft lips
exploring my body with strong hands
dancing music across my hips

like sweet wine you wanted more
than just one tiny sip
you screamed my name
and, we rushed like waves

Oh, how you couldn’t get enough of me…
I return to my dream
(a change of scenes)
in my color scheme
I just see red
where I lay my head
(there are red roses in the sun)
they are the ones you planted
just for me
while you chant your love
on this earth…

while I gaze at you from up above.

White noise like white light
it's the sound I hear
when I dream at night
You greet me on angel wings
when we fly into sacred white
a sacred white that holds no sound
encompassed by holy ground
We decide which way to fly
as Stars, and Planets float on by

I watched an eagle circling high
right into a stormy sky
his graceful wings were spread out far, and wide
and, he used the wind to speed then dive
to feed his family, and survive.
I followed him to his nest where the mother
warmed their young ones with her wings, and chest.
I wondered how simple life could be
if we came together you, and me.
There is nothing we couldn't solve
then perhaps humanity would evolve
by sharing our eagle wings to those in need
just think of all the nations we could feed
we have to start all of this here at home
there are just too many of us that feel alone
spread your love like eagle wings
*and, watch the beautiful peace it brings.

Though you may not love me anymore, on any day, in any way
I still love you
My darling I still love you ---
I just spent the longest hour of any day of any hour
thinking of the ways I still love you
(humming)
I may not be able to regain your love, on any day in any way, in any hour
I don't have that kind of power ---
but at least I can say I tried
I tried, and tried before I cried ---
that you would be anything close to me
again--
(humming)
Just remember
It's love I always send
and it will never end--
to you, to you, to you---
I send love to you
you, you, you ---
And though you're dear to my heart
I must make a new start
at something new --
New to me, and you.
New, new, new ---
for me and you.

You're the kind of girl that doesn't need anything
you give the impression that you don't need anyone
but first impressions can be deceiving
because pretty soon you start believing
that you're the kind of girl that can't be undone
Yeah, you've been taught that's how winners have always won
smiling through the tears for so many years
never admitting your weakness, or your fears
you're the kind of girl who gives the first impression
that you've never suffered anything close to depression
cause you hide it from everyone
because you won't let yourself be undone
and, you tell yourself to just be brave
you've been told that's just how winners must behave
even if you feel torn up inside
you're the kind of girl that always hides
all the sadness, and the pain
Yeah, you just keep smiling through all the rain
because you're the kind of girl --
that pretends she doesn't need anything,
or, anyone in this world.

I see the window you're passing through
full of all the hope, and dreams still inside of you
it's just a shadow
it's your last glimmer
of all the dancing candles
in your last window
you remember
the scent of red apples in the Fall
Oh, how you don't regret a thing at all
every pink cherry blossom on a tree
how you loved to watch them blowing by the sea
and, the fresh white linens you hung up in the Spring
as red robins harmonically chirped along, and they would sing
a reflection of all that's past
just like all the love you wish could last
fleeting as it may be
you don't regret the past
you're just happy you had a chance to see
how lovely a place this world could be
in this last window you're passing by
as I squeeze your hand, and say goodbye.