Priorities
Birth
Principles.
Changing your principles,
Without counter-checking your priorities,
Can cause a huge mess,
Very confusing one,
The two - principles and priorities.
Go hand in hand..
Your priorities detect your principles,your principles protect your priorities.

Sitting on hold
Letting the silence grow
But I don't hang up
Because this is one of four phone calls we'll share this month
I feel like I owe it to you to stay on the line
But twenty minutes have passed now
And I've got things to do
I've waited on you my whole life
And I'm finally learning how to hang up
How to feel more sorry for myself than I do for you
Work has always been more important to you than your family
I've known that since I was young
Since I would chase your car down the driveway after you returned home from the office
So excited to see you
Because it seemed like you were never there
And I still feel that excitement when you come in town
But it's been dulled by the waiting
Waiting for you to hang up with a coworker
Waiting for you to keep to your promises
Waiting for you to stick around
Waiting for you to admit your mistakes
I'm still on hold
And you still believe work is more important than your daughter
So I hang up
Because I'm tired of waiting

I'm just in this time of my life
where I don't care about anything.

I don't care what time it is when I wake up,
what's for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
I don't care about what I'm going to do in the day or what I'm going to wear.
I don't really care about what is around,
how's the weather,
or what's going on in the country
with the politics, economy,
or religious problems.
I don't even care who is or not in my life
or what people think and say about me.
                          
I just in this time of my life
where I only care about me,
about survive,
about knowing how to deal
with each circumstances
that try to destroy me.

This is                                                                  ­        going to be
one of those nights                                                        I hopelessly
                                                       wait
up for you                                                                  ­ only to be
disappointed again,                                                      isn'­t it?

Kicked to the curb
all dust and water and ash.

Passed over easily
not worth the time to step on.

Best of people
fail to offer your satisfaction.

*** drive takes over
and promises more than one release.

Its like you finally
picked a scab that was itching

and without a glance
cast it to decay.

You expect to bleed
and for that bond to come back.

Eventually only scar
tissue will be left;

is a reminder enough
to replace us?

We bleed as well
when you cut our sternum

and wiggle our ribs
to rip out what you want.

You choose to bleed
and we come for more abuse.

Whose marrow will
give in to the end coming?

everything impermanent doesn't matter
                       everything is impermanent

*s.q.