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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Monday, October 13, 2008

Played My Part


I played my part.
I did what I do.
Now
Is it up to you?

The sun rose
A brand new day
I showered I dressed
After a night of distress


It followed me throughout the night.
I tossed and I turned in my fright.

The sun rose
A brand new day
I showered I dressed
After a night of distress

I wore the shine
I played my part.
I did what I do.
Now is it up to you?

I am a mother
I am
At the end of the day
The moon shines through
Who are you to tell me what to do?

The blood was shed
On the cross they say
For what sin did he do except not living up to you?

Peace for all in a fantasy world
So that place I prefer
Mine not yours
For I am a mother
I know
If
Yes if
I could play God
For surely I would
For I am a mother
Not perfect only created
In this fantasy world with a body that feels
For her children she adores.

Are you a child?
Are you mature?
What lessons have you learned?

Creation creates
Man imitates
In the mirrors of time
One way or another
Love will get through
And Life so gently
Discovers
Love for another.

This is my dream
Do I awaken?
If so
Would I prefer to go back to sleep
Like the dragons within me
Stirring and saying
Do you have the courage to face another day?

Could I easily slip and slide and release all the fears inside?
Look around at the stories told
For we all see reflections of a life we once told.
Hold on to only let go
For to cling will only bring misery
To a future unknown except to those who awake
And accept all which nature holds.

This heart aches and cries out to ignorance withheld
Get your foot off my petals
For I might melt
If I am dead and cold in the ground
How in the hell might I be found
Let me rise and spread
For I am a mother
Not one who smothers
But
Again back to that beautiful but
That kicked me in the gut
To make me wake up and realize
It is not about me
It is not about you
It is about all of us.

I play my part.
I did what I do.
Now
It is up to you.

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