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there was no past
to remember,
and forget,
there is no future,
to long for,
and wait,
there is no present,
to consider,
and let go,
there is nothing
to honestly think about
anymore,

yet when you walk past,
my eyes wonder,
did you hear my desire
in the sigh of breath
that left my lips
and make their way
to yours

you make no sense,
but you are fire
and I've been cold
for far too long.
(I had this dream years ago. I was reminded of it today)

I dreamt that it rained.
Down the city street past Kathy's door,
Along the illuminated storefronts.

There was a hum in the chilly air,
in the California Dew, I stopped.
To stand under a lamp post.

'I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling...'

Gene Kelly, full of life and melody,
spun around the lamp post,
and kissed my cheek.
Jack: as so many of us yearned to know him,
Still knocking down 90% approval ratings,
50+ years dead: we still approve.
Dallas recognizing the event . . .
Cue Etta James: At laaaaaaaaaaaaast . . .
The City of Big D,
Dallas in the Sixties,
Still wide open,
Still Wild-Wild West Wild,
Still string ties & Stetsons.
Hizzoner/Da Mayer–Now,
Recognizing the venue, at last.
Finally, it was time
To take ownership of the crime scene.
Non-stop memorial coverage,
On CNN and MSN, of course.
Fox, meanwhile,
Doing agribusiness updates;
This year’s Carolina turkey crop &
Wuzzup in the cranberry bogs?
I’M A GIRL,
Adventurous and awesome,
but not artificial.
I'M A GIRL,
Beautiful and brave,
but not a ballet doll.
I’M A GIRL,
Charming and capable,
but not careless.
I’M A GIRL,
Dramatic and deep,
but not dreary.
I'M A GIRL,
Emotional and efficient,
but not egotistical.
I’M A GIRL,
Frank and fabulous,
but not fussy.
I’M A GIRL,
Gentle and generous,
but not grouchy.
I'M A GIRL,
Hesitant and hot-headed,
but not hateful.
I'M A GIRL,
Interesting and inexperienced,
but not immature.
I'M A GIRL,
Jocular and joyous,
but not judgemental.
I'M A GIRL,
Lame and lovely,
but not mean.
I'M A GIRL,
Naughty and noisy,
but not nosy.
I'M A GIRL,
Polite and passionate,
but not picky.
I'M A GIRL,
Sentimental and sweet,
but not selfish.
I'M A GIRL,
Warm and wonderful,
but not dependent.
I'M A GIRL,
Strong and supportive,
To my lovely Daddy.
Love you Nanna!! Keep teaching me how to live... Take care of me like a baby.. love me infinitly.... Thank you Nanna..
*Nanna is dad
'Coz everyday
I die another day,
With moments
*C  l  o  u  d  i  n  g     b  y .
Hear the following prayer
in the timbre of gratitude:

I've had enough with all the bags
in which I carry my things,
with bright screens that sting my eyes,
and with the musical strings.

My ears are sore from the machines
that change and amplify the waves;
so bring me the thoughts of poets and
bring me the prayers of saints.

Whisper the wisdom of years gone by,
of life spilled out in the streets.
My heart is weary, the weight of this world
has brought me to my knees.

There's only one thing I ask
for which to dull the pain;
bring me the thoughts of poets and
bring me the prayers of the saints.
A prayer requesting the death of my Christmastime materialism.
i used to write
i'm not sure what made me stop

i suppose maybe it was the small glimmer of hope that began to appear.
the happy smile that i actually felt and not faked for once.
i wasn't sad for a moment
i wasn't anxious
i was simply caught in time

but you could say i'm back
because when it comes to notes, it's real
when it comes to looking back on my thoughts it's real
when it comes to eating less and less it's real
when it comes to crying more it's real
when it comes to questioning my sanity it's real
when it comes to wanting to disappear again ... it's real

hello depression, here i am
ready to be consumed again
ready to get lost in the dark hole that's so incredibly hard to climb out of

i guess i just couldn't stay away
maybe i was meant to be sad
after all, it got me to write again ay?
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