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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, August 3, 2009

Songs

As I listen to all the songs on the radio
it seems to tell my life
yet I could do it so much better
for I am living it tonight

One son in jail for DWI
one son in jail for public drunkeness
one daughter at home
telling me to
"go fuck yourself"
yeah
the songs they sing
I made
so they say

I let it slip by
by the moon in the sky
for I know
there is a way
there is a path
to lead you back
to what matters most

Life flows
not that I would ever say
those words to my mother
times were different
yet
never today
would I confess
the words of my daughter
to my mother
for yes
times were different

The moon shines so high
in its glory's mind
to touch the earth
means much more
putting your heart and your soul
into those hurtful words
letting them flow on by

Is she a bad child
Am I a bad mother
No
times are different
yes the foot remains
standing firmly
do not speak to me
with disrespect
for it will only come back to you
to bite you when you least expect

My children
My children
love stands by
with the moon
glowing in the sky

It is not I
you wish to contend
face the mirror
not to pretend

Be honest with yourself
what you like
and dislike
throw away the old
face the new
every day

This life is yours
don't live according to me
this life is yours
live
according to you

No excuses
no fools
take your life
and make it as your jewel

My sweet, sweet children
it is up to you

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