Noodles are me
Although it didn't
Always used to be
There was a time
Before
When you lived
We'd go out to lunch
Almost everyday
Where to go
Usually a buffet
There we had unlimited choices
For dessert
And we made
Chow Mein memories
How Asia
How American
That was how
It used to be.
Now I choose
Between Spicy hot
And not so hot
Ramen in a cup
Eat up
We lived never thinking of tomorrow
Tomorrow came
And you were not there
The rug was pulled out from under me
I was hapless and helpless
Because you had done everything.
I knew
Our dreams would never come true
I thought
We were Overly confident, Overly optimistic and completely over the top.
Where was the moderation
You were the orchestration
You ran
A one man band
And I didn't know it
Until I did
And you died.
When I look back
I have to reflect
On how you really didn't want my input or point of view.
You completely rejected the feminine
It's true
And those who followed you.
You were both cowardly and misdirected
And I didn't know what to do.
Now I'm down under.
Never sure where i'll be
Quite a journey
Under attack by so many
Who seem to reject my very existence
I can't tell you why
One demented old lady
Swing a metal cane
At Casper and Me
Wishes to see us both dead
Because we don't speak her language.
Am I understating the issues
Please hand me that box of tissues
Tears seem to never run out
My life full of fear and doubt
A box of issues
That's more like it
Was God thinking
'She takes too much for granted'
Let's throw in a hardy
Sprinkling of despair
It certainly wasn't
Compassionate Care
A bedeviled group home
Where negativety hung heavy in the air.
Where is the beauty
I pursued all my life
Now only
Loneliness, fear and strife
And my senses
Assaulted at first
Tip toeing through
The littered sidewalk
Where are the flowers
Where are the tulips
And the I saw the single survivor
Hardy. Small
Mellow yellow
Heroically fighting their way
Through the cluttered display
Distracted
Everything on two wheels or more
Making noise, noise and more
A cacophony of sound
Never harmonizing
Speed and hell bound
And the voices
Loud and animated
Friendly and allowing
My housemates
That's another story
Let's just say
There was a huge divide
Between
The outside
And in
One flew over the coo coos nest
Had nothing on them
I knew I had to get away
Before they killed me
With vitiole and rage.
Can I live my life backwards
Where I'll have more Appreciation
Be more sage
And that's why they say
Hindsight is 20/20
If your long range vision
Is dim
Or not there
Better beware
You could be me
Well
Without my creativity.