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day at the races
a night at the opera
mercurial songs

dark piano plays
bohemian rhapsody
the white queen dreaming

a sheer heart attack
great king rat bought and sold
to a faithless world
here’s the jean genie
androgenous clone fashion
so chic on his back

he is outrageous
a starman who amazes
with space oddities

ashes to ashes
star man shining forever
ziggy played guitar
are friends electric
mine’s run down no- one to love
car’s only machines

cloned white then to black
electronic waves delight
gary numan fans
leonard cohen
brings you tea and oranges
suzanne takes you down

shows you mysteries
you want to travel with her
the ghost within song
diva madonna
living in dark new york slums
moonlighting boudoir

a material girl
heart closed for so many years
when her mother died

for she was frozen
years when her heart was broken
now she cannot melt

still I see her dance
in dark arabic rhythms
give away our hearts
Dandelions puff,
upon a rose re-create,
two birds for the one,
Gives you a diamond finger.
Annihilate your soul to die
and watch as they die, one, by one.
Wisdom grows upon weeds
by the spark of a dandelion.....
That voice
Inside your head
The untrue you
Past and future dread

Remnants wanting to shape
Events that are not facts
Wanting to control
Anything else

The low burning blues
Up from the underground
Seen when life around
Is shining

Fly above, look out
Beyond your self
Take a peek
Glide right back in

Into your spirit
Into your hope
Turn fear into angels wings
The universe needs you
To stop trying to fix it
'The holiday season shines a spotlight on everything that is difficult about living with depression ... the pressure to be joyful and social is tenfold. " NAMI
Once, you leave again
Are my wounds bigger than me
An outline contains
Poet Laureate from Colorado, Andrea Gibson, writes, I've been dancing in the end zone
Since you taught me to start breaking
Every promise I have made to my pain, taught me my wounds
Will never be bigger than I am.
Thank goodness for you
(From book, You Better Be Lightning)

My wounds still feel bigger than my self many times. If I outline them, perhaps I can contain them.
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