My Far Off Flight......for Joe

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It snowed
I cried
Seems I was not sufficiently
alibied
The rain froze hard
I drew the wild card
And away I flew
Away from you

In the dark corners of
last night
I found myself questioning
my far off flight
Why would I  take wing
From something
So sweet and solidly
grounded
I need you to know I know
the life we founded
Was and is rich with humbled
honor
This bird knew changes were
bearing down upon her
One day.... away she flew
Away from you

One truth that resonates
with me... as my time bomb
detonates
Blowing apart any rational reason
I deserve a trial for my treason
But in the piles of the rubble
I know that no matter how
deeply troubled
My heart and soul may be found
You will always pick me up
off the ground
And to you... words of peace I will 
impart
No matter how much we move
apart
We will always find our way
back
To quell and calm the world's
attacks
Because the love we founded
Will always be grounded
In graceful respect and grateful love
That's the most precious gift
I could ever think of

Fly Flags of Flowers

 

 

Hey, what ever happened to that

peace thing?

What ever happened to loving

your brother

ALL your brothers and

sisters?

 

Why do we still argue about

skin color

or ethnicity?

 

Why are some of us so

afraid of ourselves

still

That we will attack

another person

For any reason....

 

Hard to say?

Figure it out, friend

 

Whatever happened

to love

and caring and

feeding those souls

that starve?

 

What ever happened

to sharing

and not littering

the planet

 

Hard to say?

Clean this place up!

 

What ever

happened to

common decency?

 

What happened

to you and

me

 

Hard to say?

Where are you under all that

everyday damage?

 

Climb with me to that

ground high

Let us lift our voices

again

 

Hold my hand in your hippie

skirt and bare feet

Don your patchouli

pungent

Fly flags of flowers around

your neck

 

Love me free, comb my

hair...flowing

Dance in the streets in the mid

day sun

Take a day off work and

take a nap in the park

 

Fly flags of flowers from

windows

Hand flowers out to the wandering

strangers

void of beauty in their

lives

 

What happened to us

people?

 

Hard to say?

Make it easy once

again

 

 

 

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something....possible

say it
if ya feel it
life is too short
to wonder
and way too long
to wander

say it
if ya need it
life is way too short
for waiting
and way too long
for regrets

say it if you
mean it
life is way too short
for misunderstandings
and way too long
to stand in the
relentless rain of
tears tumbling
down

hard to say what you
need
want
or
know is
right
then quit cryin
and gift yourself
a way

life is way too short
to spend time
any where but where you
want to
and way too long to
long for
something.....
possible

DadSpiration..... A Daughter's Desire

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maker of the money
builder of the birdhouse
owner of the 401K plan
tough guy, tender on the inside
I suspect.....
I hope
hard to say
sometimes......that
which lives in your heart

risk.....I need to know

dads...they come in all shapes
and sizes
swords, they are wielded
as monsters are at the door or
under the bed
brave and gallant dad...
slaying the thought that they
exist
saving the day
when I needed you to say
that which lives in your
heart
it's hard, huh?

tell me, I need to hear you
say it

tell me you are afraid, dad
tell me that sometimes life does not work
out
but, I will be ok anyway
tell me that you cried when I was born
and that you love me to the moon
and back
300 times.....tell me

just like you taught me, dad
if you kick your fears to the curb
they are gone
tell me about your fears, dad
I need to know that boys care too
or, I will choose one
who can not tell me what lives
in his heart
and it will be hard to say if I will be
happy...not knowing
tell me, dad...I need to know

save my future now, daddy
the real monster at the door is
the  vacancy.... no emotion known
tell me.....please...risk it
speak it
tell me....risk the reaction of me
telling you too

"I love you, Dad"

hard to say...perhaps
tell me, I promise I will make it
easy

Seasons Shift

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Snow on the mountain this morning
Sun on the hill
Melting, freezing, repeating the
process
Spring.....where are you?

Gaia suffers her seasons once more
What have we done
How do we fix it
The patterns of the seasons shift

Yet we still expect the same patterns
There may be no "fix"

Our seasons are changing
As the snow melts off of our mountain
Soon we will navigate the hills
again

And we will climb that mountain
together
The view from the top....perfection
As the patterns of our seasons
ebb and flow

Changes are inevitable
We adapt
We change in circular cycles
We are partners in the new patterns
of our ever changing seasons

The snow will melt in its own time
The grass shall grow lush and green..again
The sun will warm my face
as I allow the shifting of my seasons

Epic Proportion!!!!

Today, she decided to honor herself

to be herself

to celebrate herself

To own her epic proportion

She is an incredible creature

fluid, fancy, faithful

Open, just and true, real

A Broad of Epic Proportion!

Her love lives vastly

it is vast

it is accessible

If you respect it

Do not attempt to belittle

or undermine

Silly human....one does not mess with

a Goddess of Epic Proportion!

Be true 

and truth

you will receive

in return

She decided to honor herself today

You best prepare yourself!

She is worthy of the honor

She is a Woman of EPIC PROPORTION!

Builder in the Basement

Hard to say why we as humans desire love at our core....and when it comes, we run from it. What quirk of nature causes this?
Logical? Nope. Fearful? Yep.
Is it logical to give something so precious over to fear? (only you can answer that one for yourself)

Do we feel we don't deserve it?
Afraid we'll mess it up? How can you mess it up if it never begins?
You find yourself living in the shadows of what  might have been....again, how can you know what the shadows will look like or that the shade they provide is their purpose if you never create them in the first place?

Have you built amazing structures, plans, brought about great change in the world? Then stand up and say you did it! A builder boarded in their own basement can not live their purpose, right?

Maybe we call love something else less scary......connection, fulfillment, peace, honor, touch, taste, melding.

What word would allow a safe place to dwell? Maybe we call it being ALIVE, is that too scary too? Let's call it Bill, or Ted, or Mary.....it's just a word, right?

Your car needs gas, you provide it, your body needs food, you eat.

Your soul needs to be alive.....the ball's in your court.

Time to stop letting a word have so much power......make it what you want it to be.

Can We Really Be More Just By Weighing Less?

You will never be enough 

until you are enough with yourself

All the bumpy lumps

The ups..the downs

The smiles and the frowns

Today I saw another ad

  Featuring Carrie Fischer

She's got a famous ma

And a gig with Jenny Craig

 30 pounds lighter..

Blah, Blah, Blah

 

But, what about the soul inside?

The words narrow

Long or wide

Can't describe a soul

A soul is noble, wise or pure

Maybe wicked on occasion

It can't be weighed, it's quite obscure

And needs no coaxing or persuasion

To do what it's here to do

That timing is up to us

One thing I know for God Damn sure

The soul's not better if we have a smaller gut

Or a tighter ass, or bigger boobs

None of that shit matters

If you're not enough with the weight

You'll never be enough without it

Don't you realize?

It's the soul you carry, not the weight

So if you're gonna exercise, exercise your right

 Attend to your life's gig and make THAT tight

And stop worrying so much about your thighs