The One In the Window
In certain slants of light, she looks
like that dude from Metallica (in his younger years).
Everything was happening in Hollywood.
This ain’t Kansas anymore; it’s real,
And my favourite ruby shoes
have a broken heel.
I don’t like how it feels.
And nobody wants to
have anything to do
with a girl and her guitar.
It occurs to me I’m in a dead trade.
I can’t find work so I cant get paid.
And it seems to me,
Everybody does it all for free.
And you realize, as you roam,
that there’s no place like home.
But your home is someone else’s couch.
And it’s do, or don’t;
Not a question of won’t
The universe inspirates.
Failing to find love and happiness;
Falling fully and flailing completely;
It’s all in the rewrites.
Through it all, you gotta keep on keeping on.
... And then I had a bit of a creative tantrum, which was super cathartic. I feel much better, thanks.
shall every be destroyed.
Even a cookie survives-
That one time,
as I pitter-pattered
with Your platter of cookies...
Well, I fumbled
And I stumbled
Before I tumbled.
I was troubled
as the pieces doubled, all crumbled and crumpled.
Humbled and puzzled,
as I struggled with the smuggled, jumbled
treats and platter.
was flatter as it scattered and splattered,
You should have heard the clatter!
I heard the laughter long after this disaster
of JUMBLED MATTER.
In Honour of Earth...
in awe of Her great beauty
but I see it on a screen-
that separates me
from what's real
what I see
makes me scream
stop the insanity!
Let Her be in love & peace
Today is a great day to create a great day.
This site is my attempt at gathering all of my creativity that I have strewn about out 'there'....
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