My Brain Can Float

Yep, My Brain can float like it did
when I was in the tomb
my brain can float, because
substance isn't reality
floating is

My brain can slip around the moat
it can fish wishes from the water that
isn't connected to the earth
That water moves, feeds into the universe
clouds, atmosphere, space, universe
We are all one,

But, lookout
Evil lurks

Not the Philistines, Lord

it's like we have been thru it

wondering if our child will live
if we would be the not one more parents
going down and up and back down again

Would we?

Now, for those other kids who
were straight, who did right by you

they got bit by bugs, plagues, them that
crawl on the ground and seek the pant leg
the journey up the trunk

them that devastate as much and the plague of old
but Lord, these are NOT the Philistines, please
these are them that honor you, that have the blood on
the posts outside, so that the angel of death might pass by.

These are them that are jumping of joy
grabbing on to their Daddy
bringing incense of love to you
because they honor YOU.

Are You Listening?

And how can it be
Oh Lord take me
I can afford it
maybe 69 almost 70
isn't as much as it should be
for these times but it's a lot more than 38
I've lived OK
with enough time to do some stuff

You are sovereign and I accept your Will
but let's remember the kids
four of them
you sent them

it's not ideal without a parent

Lord

are you listening?
Of course you are.

Is This Just a Bad Day?

Why does it have to be so sad
Is this just a bad day?

I am looking for silver linings

Gold covered clouds

I am so sad

Dear Lord, only you know the outcome
Dear Lord, I hope you are here
I hope you hear.

Today Again: Success isn't Easy

Today again it's the same old same old
shes not getting into college even tho my cousin said she was in his class today
it's that time again we will be withdrawing from school
...all paid for we will be driving to o hi o to regroup
was I that bad was I such an idiot that
 I didn't see the boom above my head
not realizing
balance is flipping so easily against my court?
She is 30. I had how many kids at that point?
She is 30. How many 'nother chances?
 Hey, life isn't fair, isn't all encompassing allowing for your failure
 it doesn't even care about success.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=7-8iK6XifV4

Spirits Have a Conscience

It's 3:23 AM on Fathers Day
Guilt
is that what keeps me awake

How do spirits keep
floating if they do
horrific things

I just think I didn't do enough
and I am revolving around
a tornado

You can see it
pluming, scheming, forming
going from one end of the
country to the other

Mike and Shelly

They were phenomenal
Mike and Shelly
Lovers
Caretakers of Love
As it should be
Mike and Shelly

You could tell
It was real
it's funny people knew
that love is real in
certain relationships

Mike and Shelly
They were them
REAL

I think they are
REAL

Love goes on
Mike and Shelly
like a river
Flowing

What can we think now
Without them

So does the river flow into
Eternity

I want to think it does.

When in the air I asked for
Bernie to be mine
'And then I had a letter when i
got home.

It's the wave love
that flows to set the
precedent
for Mike and Shelly
Bernie and Caroline

Made in heaven.

I Am The Queen II

Of course

If you didn't know it
Then

I shouldn't have to tell you.

You fall into lies like flies

I see you

I stand back and observe
falling, as you do for ridiculous antics

Look inside the brain after you open it.
Is there a hijacked road.

yep,
it's the weight of love.

Love of normalcy
ingratitude
ungratefulness
like of agreement

Life Begins with Air addenum

Life begins with love, passion, need.

Life begins with a meeting of sperm and egg.
It meets and forms an human being immediately

Life begins with liquid
sperm, desire, want

Life begins with God

He sends a  spark of life

He  nods a yes

We accept

Life begins with God

What is God

He is Creator


When did you think
YOU did this?

Life Begins with Air?

Life is precious
Do you know.
Life begins, when.

with air?

So, according to you
Life begins with air oxygen
force doesn't count

movement in womb
doesn't count

Life begins with air
with breath, not with fluid

So, fish have  no life

The Queen

I am so distraught

Everything is music inspired

And it wouldn’t be bad

Except

It’s trendy

TRENDY

I hate trends

I want ART

But what is wrong

There can’t be that many artists

There is a myriad of pretenders

That don’t pretend well

And that is what makes me mad

They don’t even try to act

They assume no one is paying attention

I guess they have been told so

To emote evoke and misquote

Then shall we all be entrenched by mesmerizing

Good will

Yes, we are marching on good will

That fills our hearts with shit

Tree is Defrosting in the Basement

Now our tree is in the basement, it was frozen in the bucket outside

so we had to defrost it.

I guess we will put it up tom. after I get home from work.

I did all my Christmas shopping Friday and Sat.

Ms. Directed

All I could do today was cry
I cried with branches hooked into the sky
The waves went up, then back down

Waves of angst wishing for cessation
Charred at the edges

Feelings felt for fumbled moments
ms directed intentions lacking thot

I cried all day

Fight all gone   months
years
Welling up
I looked down surprised
astonished at the height
I dared to jump
but didn't

All I could do today was cry

50 Years

So much to tell
I have not to give
But you all think I do

I just want infinity
with my hubby

I want to live
on the river, the lake,
and see the tranquility that
breathes there.

He has not much time
I probably not too

Please let us go go go

go fish on the lake

go hike in the woods
go have fun

it's been 50 years

Bob Dylan Cassius Clay

What to say

A Lot

Remember me
to one
who lives there

Give me a reason to remember
Since memory is precious

Bob Dylan
Cassius Clay

Simple Simon
What to say

A Lot

Fruit of the loom
is fleeting

Sure to beat with
stupor infested serene

Good times killing me
one after another

rolling flowing overpowering
one right after another

oh no, up for air too short

rift, down, above: here it comes
another

Holidays, food, presents
treacherous, times

Here it comes another wave

I can only wait, not long enough.

Nothing Ever Hurt You

Do you remember when you looked at your baby
and said I will never let anything hurt you

Heroin comes in
and then they can't come near
the house they grew up in
cause it's a trigger

how i hate that word

I want to take it and fling it
into space's black hole

And maybe follow along

Space's black hole
not to think anymore about this
or that

Or YOU

There's a Blanket

I don't understand much of anything
I just feel more than I know

I wish they who don't have kids
would know what it means

when a kid sits on a street with
no home

What do you think?

Let's be tough

Let's not care

much, we did more than enuff

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-8iK6XifV4
(start the song on youtube and then read the poem)

Ya Shoulda Heard It

I am in a quandary.

I feel like boxing ears.

Hid in the sand ears

I want to resurface them

And say

Lookee

Where ya been

Ain’t you heard of it

Haven’t been touched by it?

Your comments are perplexing

They go something like

They had a choice

They didn’t have to take that first hit

They shoulda coulda done nothing like they did.

They coulda just lived in a perfect world like I did

I did it. They coulda to

They shoulda known better

I think they heard about it like I did 20, 40 years ago.

When I was 14

And ya weren’t born

You shouldn’ta had your head buried in not yet living or being

Cause, I think ya shoulda heard it.

I Must Have Flown the Coop

I guess I must have done something wrong
He says; she says so.

Cradling you in arms
singing praying laughing at your smiles

I must have flown the coop
I must have fried the sun on my head
of thot

I must have fridged my heart to be an ice block
so I couldn't see

I must have written that last blog while you were
drowning

Doesn't matter.

God will; does judge righteously.
He knows and will tell me

Not you who are blessed enough to
not have a child stumble into a railway train on a track

to point a gun to her head and pull the trigger because they can't take the pain

to flail at an eat 'n park and lose a career a whole other life

to drop one's pressure so as to be sure not to return to this life

It's a blessing to come back; to not be gone
But, you haven't had the experience

So, sorry for expecting you to understand,
It's like expecting the color red to see the color blue

If i could reach i could expect to lessen the death sentence

More of our kids would search for help
More of our benefactors would willingly respond and
mete out balm.

The Rebuttal

Facing the death of someone's kid from addiction
Is like grabbing two images embedded in concrete
butted up against one another

One of the dead child
the other of a veil of fog lined with daisies

an image turned around and behind
a monster hovering over the denial
in epic proportions

and I know it but i keep
revolving in denial

saying NO!  affirming NO!