STRIVE TO STAY ALIVE

STRIVE TO STAY ALIVE

I want to cry for my lost dreams. 

That house made of stone and glass 

with all wood inside the fame 

and fortune I never gained, 

the way my heart has been maimed 

my life tamed and bought at the corner store. 

Dreams estranged 

caught up in the buzz of busy bees

 living day to day in a maze 

on a pension fund 

Money I earned not charity 

driving safe in the slow zone. 

No airs or golden chalices, 

standardized morphing of reality 

Leave me to blaze on a hot day 

Sweat with no underwear. 

I fear for the living dead. 

Live life in my head 

less than half my dreams 

never come to fruition

because I’m not Annie Malone, 

neither is he 

change your tone please, 

Don't use your phone 

while we're having this conversation. 

I want to be a milliner

Tired of infighting, 

heart a siren, beats with desire 

Set the sky on fire, bring souls out of mire, 

stir the fires of love

Ignore the jive of each haze, 

the latest craze

Always some new malaise 

Live like lost

In a moon phase

Do my best to stay alive and thrive

REVELATION

Waiting on a revelation about the coming revolution 

It’s slow no one wants to know we’re just a bunch of good little soldiers

Doing what we’re told to

I’ve made no resolution to begin a revolution 

I want to see people treated fair

I turn to me, say, see me free to be fair to me

Set me free outside myself

Set me free, let me be me

 “my bad” will set me free 

deny the naysayers, haters and dis abusers

See me

An angel cast from heaven 

originally 

because of my big mouth, I was sentenced to hell on earth 

fallen from grace, a casualty for being me

Set me free from this insanity, this rat eat rat culture

We waifs wander the street
like abused common yard rats we want to be set free. 

Even rats are drawn to starlight and 

love to feel the earth beneath their feet instead of the hard city pavement 

where we are caged together

dining on musical words helps me while away my days 

whilst I sit here and await my fate in the next genocide an autolytic sourpuss

pray, permit me to continue

in a prison, I sit awaiting sentence

my pitiful existence pale compared to thee

cast me from your kingdom

wandering searching far from home

am a product of your fear and castoff genius combined

disowned and disavowed

Wings stolen while I awakened from a nightmare to discover

I lived a life not mine

Worrying doesn't help

Accepting unfair demands doesn't help either but what if you don’t have a choice

easy for you to say let it go and let it be

Let it go and let me free, let it go and set me free

On wings, I flew once with you as an angel now cast from your grace

Laugh as you look down upon me pleading to be set free

And you say girl you had it the way you wanted to be

You ask to be set free

I set you free and now you want to come back to me.

Pity about those set free who want to come back to me

Being me who’s no longer me is no fun even when you think you want to be free

Once you rode on wings you could spread but you prayed me to let you be free 

Now you beg to come home and it’s too late to let you back in my grace

Let it all go daughter, let it all go so you return to be 

an angel spreading her wings – wings fashioned from dreams - 

wings with kaleidoscope colors 

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