Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Want a little piece of mind

At the crossroads between dejection boulevard and desolation road
I try to leave the dead behind I’m so
Tired of dealing with unkind references
to myself and others
I’m tired of making lemonade with so many lemons
I want to leave the bad behind, keep an open mind

I want a little piece of mind so I can leave behind
Everyone unkind, stop being confined by the tales
they unwind
People can’t see, no one’s clever; hope survives
forever blind
I live in a world where everyone is kind

Our great nation is at the mercy of another oppression
a rising recession
a looming depression of immense proportions
like we’ve only seen once before.

I paddle faster trying to stay afloat – and stay positive. I keep trying to figure out the solution to the pollution the question of destruction to humans and animals. Keep searching for direction in all this confusion, hoping for evolution a revolution a new solution for all great nations.

In a rhapsody of blue dreams undefined
blowing in the wind
The planets aligned provide piece of mind
I want a little peace of mind to keep hope alive
Like fresh brewed java in the morning served
with a little steamed cream
Sunlight steams though my window blinds
giving me my piece of mind.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Super Hippie Vegie Girl

Super vegie hippie girl wearing a thin blue Indian gauze skirt and misty blue lacey t-shirt standing on her head in the corner talking about how her organs are finally getting some rest. That girl was crazy and beautiful in her own way.

Awareness and loneliness seeping through to the bottom of her shoes so she could look up and you’d recognize her pain and see yourself in the darkness emerging out of a festering wound finally brought to sunlight. You’d place your hurt alongside hers and you’d know someone in the world really understood.

She was like that. New agers called her a good old soul, kind hearted to a fault. I once watched her give away a handcrafted velvet one-of-a-kind hat that even now, forty years later, she still can’t find one similar. A wiz on the Internet and helping friends get government benefits, she failed miserably in matters of the heart, placing her faith in one ungrateful miscreant after another.

She wore a smile on her face that made her seem beautiful. She wasn’t really beautiful but her inner beauty shined though her smile. She smiled at everything and everyone when she wasn’t busy crying.

Crazy hippie vegie girl took everything to heart. 

If you looked at her cross or had a mean tone she’d analyze the words you said for days on end crying about her loss.

When she speaks about her about her childhood she cries with a passion that will never end. She cries when men on helicopters shoot down on helpless wolves and wild horses with high-powered rifles and when she learned about canned hunts and how they kill penguins and seals just born, she said she couldn’t understand why anyone would kill just to kill and why are there wars by the way.

If you get her temper up she’ll never stop talking and she could probably win a war with her mouth if anyone would listen.

Her tears fell easily over a few unkind remarks or mistreatment. I don’t understand how someone can be so sensitive. Her therapist told her it was because she was stuck at the age of an infant and lacked impulse control like infants do. Generously she gave away things she’d barely used behind her husbands back, gave them away like pieces of herself floating away.

Crazy hippie girl listening to Bob Marley before he was famous, hooking her cheap stereo to her cheap microphone while she dusted her old broken furniture and mopped her scratched and damaged wooden floor, singing "No Women No Cry."

It makes me wonder if some are born to be tortured to hear the same words set to fifty different songs with so many suppositions and fears, and by the way why are there wars?

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Floating in and out of words

Transcending time never out of words
Out of mind words carry me to and fro
between different uni-verses I grow
Words correspond
words transport me to another place
words fall, likitty –split,
from my lips heating your ears like whips
words channel though me
Tick Tock - time stalks me
Pendulum swings from thought to thought
Clock chimes consider moments bought and unused,
borrowed and blue
Words force me through closed doors
Unknown scary places words chase me plague me
Follow me taunt me chastise me
For dear life I hold on to words
Words ...
Searching through lost words
discovering new words to turn over and lose
An entire day spent turning words around
searching for misplaced words find my soul in words
Words play over and over in my mind
Words keep me prisoner for days in a row
Words mime me chide me imbibe me find me
Impossible to hide from words no matter where I go
Words reside in my brain jumping cell to cell
Analyzing and attributing meanings to words
Words play no way to escape
words  are here to stay
Words locked in and outside my brain
Closing the gate after words escape
once spoken can never be taken back
Words build escalate exacerbate
Words build hierarchy policy describe trap and abuse
words cause wars to be fought
words create space and places
People forgetting their place return to a private base
words trap me enslave me cause wounds to open
Never out of words in the woods because of words
Honest words offend old wounds mend
Words start race riots expose the caste system alive here just like India
Words create reality
Words keep me alive no time to rest till death inhales my words rest on paper like smoke crumbling in time how long do you suppose my words will survive suspended on internet sites in people memory ram words live on internet
Words are the beginning the end and beginning
And the word is …