There's an "i" in isolation
In fact there are two
But to tell you the truth
One "i" will do

A vulnerable "i"
An "i" in seclusion
Since feeling together
Might all be illusion

There is only "i"
Only one altogether
Because in the end
There's no "i" in forever

Someone called me a scorpion today
Scorpions are spirit animals representing determination
So thank you.

Someone called me a scorpion today
Scorpions don’t go into attack mode unprovoked
So thank you.

Someone called me a scorpion today
Scorpions have magical virtues of fortitude, grit, mental keenness and willpower
So thank you.

Someone called me a scorpion today
Go ** yourself.

There is beauty, everywhere
from within and in the air
that beauty, that joie de vivre
that joy that’s put in every weave

There is beauty, everywhere
Coming through for all to share
that beauty, that bold new you
Inside, out and through and through

There is beauty, everywhere
from within and in the air

you're in the movie
in a car
the top is down
you're strumming on your guitar

everyone knows the words
they're singing out your tune
she's up front
can smell her sweet purfume

Next scene you're walking
in the rain
she's right beside
as you stroll on down the lane

the skys open up
a signal to the sky
you stop and stare
the quiet amplified

hello world.

There’s a black box
sitting on the ocean floor
telling tales as whales
stop to listen

And the stories it tells
of the time before landing
as debris in the sea
Not withstanding

It will eventually stop blinking
and stop calling for help
and cajole in its new role
as collector of kelp

But maybe, perhaps
in a search for the plane
it will find its way back
to public domain

That black box might talk
not of planes that are crashing
but vampire squid, tube worms
these creatures are smashing!

It’s a time for us all
and the things we hold sacred
will we spill them or save them
or drown in the water?

There’s a black box
sitting on the ocean floor
telling tales as whales
stop to listen

She walked in
In a tail spin
through the ringer
in a heap

I took her in
Like an umbrella
Or a warm hug
or a blanket

She hung out
in the sunlight
Consumed my shelter
Then she disappe…