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Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Talents
We were very careful with our Talents
The Drawings all came True
The Music became Dance
Became Sex
Became You
Now we record, recite, playback
We are no longer obliged to be careful with our Talents
The Magic
The Pain of Finding
The Universe in your Hand
Gone with Age
Bound with Time
Forgotten to be Found again
The Drawings all came True
The Music became Dance
Became Sex
Became You
Now we record, recite, playback
We are no longer obliged to be careful with our Talents
The Magic
The Pain of Finding
The Universe in your Hand
Gone with Age
Bound with Time
Forgotten to be Found again
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Beauty in Texas
Beauty in Texas
Old School Femme, your hair is long
Weighed down with sweet sweat
Your waist is small
Nothing to eat but tears
Your skirt is short
Long legs ending in cowboy boots
Your look is predictable
Loved by the man you hold
You hold him up
He puts you down
Beauty in Texas
Old School Femme, your hair is long
Weighed down with sweet sweat
Your waist is small
Nothing to eat but tears
Your skirt is short
Long legs ending in cowboy boots
Your look is predictable
Loved by the man you hold
You hold him up
He puts you down
Beauty in Texas
Friday, June 17, 2011
Spinning to Butter
I had roses
Now I can only see the roses in her cheeks
I had hours, days, seasons and years
Now I have work and not work
I had celebrations, rituals and spirit
Now I paint pictures to contain the love that has no where left to go
I had you, spinning to butter
Now I have memories and forgetting
Now I can only see the roses in her cheeks
I had hours, days, seasons and years
Now I have work and not work
I had celebrations, rituals and spirit
Now I paint pictures to contain the love that has no where left to go
I had you, spinning to butter
Now I have memories and forgetting
Thursday, June 9, 2011
HP - the beginning of the first of many
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Anchors
Now the water washes over me
The anchors hold me down
50 years of struggle
now acquiescence
No one to disturb the endless weight of waiting
The anchors hold me down
50 years of struggle
now acquiescence
No one to disturb the endless weight of waiting
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
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