no peace

No peace

No peace

No peace

 These  angry voices take its place

 destroyers of solace

Creators of irritation

Tiny pin pricks of discontent

Suspect

That they may take up residence

Stirring rancor where there once was none

No peace

No peace

No peace

Darkest shadows rolling in

To suffocate what could have been

Sequestered screams that

Loom and threat

'Slipping By', lyrics with edits

Slipping by

Is it

That easy way it was with us

time we took to be

 our truth so  fearless

  (Appetites) without boundry

Slipping by

Is it

All of it that felt so certain

 finely dressed in honesty

Boundless times of perfect fusion

And mergers made so fairly

Slipping by

Is it

Words heard never spoken

Growing  doubts so artless(ly)

moments lost in speculation

no faith goes on this blindly

"Tailspins", lyrics /original rough draft w/ open lines

Tailspins of happenings
Here we go again
Long and hard and fast
Wicked storms we stand in
Coming from our past

Standin there in front of me
Your hands on my face
Desperate eyes of restitution
and cluttered energy
From your open mouth pour good intentions
Only words this meaningless are spoken for free
Floodin my ears with your lack of direction

Bouncin off the four walls of this crazy box we built
Mindless babble as your contribution
The geometry of us (unfinished line)
the unwilling witness to this (our) de-evolution
still baffled by your effortless oblivion (always blown away by your endless oblivion)
Knowin I don’t have a fix for your hurricane of guilt


Your Passin out your platitudes
With equal distribution
Wantin me to offer you some quotient of self worth
Sittin back just watchin you
your passionate precision
In Faces that you show to me
Your truths have been unearthed

Tailspins of happenings
Here we go again
Long and hard and fast
Wicked storms we stand in
Coming from our past

The gifts of Mary Oliver

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

WALKING ON WATER

Feel me soakin you up

Till you’re breathin underwater

Over there where you see yourself

walking on the water

you're like some Poseidon’s daughter

Would you baptize me in maidenly surf

Immerse me in charms of

The spectacular anointer

 Submerge me in delirious mirth

 Held in buoyant laughter

 You artful womanly crafter

Feel you soakin me down

Till I'm breathin underwater

An old bit being put out once more

Sadness from nowhere & somewhere & here

Feel the weight of it come to fruition

pressing in on me

Ghosts from before in the shape of fear

in whispers planning our condemnation,

are the thieves of sleep

Falling from self and at loss for purpose

Mistaking my love for imperfection

Startled by my need

Voices in my head that want to speak

to ask you for rescue and salvation

and some bit of peace

Immersed now I find myself under this

purity of truth that builds your devotion

and sets my hope free           

Bolstered by your vision of what I am

your eyes a mirror of my foundation

now through you I see

These ghosts from before I can shake them clear

Strengthened, I come free of their affliction

I give them release

An interesting sand unintentional blog schedule

Today i was reminded that i had this blog....yes, i had actually forgotten...and had to laugh when i logged back into to see that it had been almost exactly a year since i opened and published the first post....My 10 year old sits looking over my should saying "you blog mom?" ...how exactly to answer this honestly as i am at this moment creating a post but have not done so in a year...i think it really has to be a 'no' answer at this point...there hasn't been an overload of creative writing this year...a bit of poetry...and I am now head on into a short story for competition entry which is fun but is also making me not want to do ANYTHING  else but write...but i am really loving the brain spins of creativity where the parts of the story are being formulated in your brain while the rest of your body is busy with other things like dishes and dinner and homework and dog baths.....

So..thanks Liz for asking me if i still had this blog....i make no promise about using it ...but you just never know....