We came and looked
We went away
At home we spoke
Decided
I went alone
We spoke some more
A little less divided
Somehow a day was spent that way
It should have gone by faster
At home we looked and spoke some more
Move this one here and flip the door
The children let us do this
A simple change
Should be a minute
Instead a day went by
Oh, well
It's done
Now we wait
We'll know by noon tomorrow
Will it be ours
Probably so
A house will be a home now
Friday, April 17, 2009
All I want is ....
A long time ago I wanted to come up with the perfect wish.
I was outside and looking at absolutely nothing because the only sources of light were millions of years away.
Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
What should it be?
What do I want?
Be careful what you wish for.
Word it just right.
There will always be a loop hole in the wish you wish tonight.
So I wished for something that is neutral, with a secret garden hidden inside.
I wished for everything to be alright.
So, it has been.
Now that it is, I worry.
Dare I wish for something more?
Greed kills.
Greed robs us of the equilibrium that peace brings.
Still I wish I may, I wish I might ....
No!
Stop!
No wishing!
Be
Glad
For
What
You
Have
Wish to keep it.
Fear
All I want it to stop being afraid to lose what I have.
I have spent my life leading myself to the riverbed through which my hopes and dreams may flow into reality.
Now, I am scared of the damn.
I am helpless and tongue tied.
To wish for anything at all would be to tempt fate.
A long time ago, my grandmother taught me to read cards.
With the lessons came a warning.
You can only read the cards, not tell them what to say.
If you try, they will lie to you.
Like the goldfish, sick of the fisherman's wife
To wish for anything more could do that, too.
So, I will not wish for anything else.
Except, all I want is for everything to be alright.
I was outside and looking at absolutely nothing because the only sources of light were millions of years away.
Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
What should it be?
What do I want?
Be careful what you wish for.
Word it just right.
There will always be a loop hole in the wish you wish tonight.
So I wished for something that is neutral, with a secret garden hidden inside.
I wished for everything to be alright.
So, it has been.
Now that it is, I worry.
Dare I wish for something more?
Greed kills.
Greed robs us of the equilibrium that peace brings.
Still I wish I may, I wish I might ....
No!
Stop!
No wishing!
Be
Glad
For
What
You
Have
Wish to keep it.
Fear
All I want it to stop being afraid to lose what I have.
I have spent my life leading myself to the riverbed through which my hopes and dreams may flow into reality.
Now, I am scared of the damn.
I am helpless and tongue tied.
To wish for anything at all would be to tempt fate.
A long time ago, my grandmother taught me to read cards.
With the lessons came a warning.
You can only read the cards, not tell them what to say.
If you try, they will lie to you.
Like the goldfish, sick of the fisherman's wife
To wish for anything more could do that, too.
So, I will not wish for anything else.
Except, all I want is for everything to be alright.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Oh, Maryanne
Lick your wounds and dust your skirt
Brush your hair and smile
You know that time has been unkind
The years have passed you by
Chances that were never taken
Disasters left undone
No gains from ventures best unspoken
No milk stains on the floor
Children did not give you headaches
Or jump upon your couch
Now nobody will visit
Sunday dinners still for one
Your heart aches came only from watching
Soap operas and prime time
You stayed away from cads and liars
You learned off of the backs of others
Making no mistakes
Today the sun rose over head
The birds chirped and the trees have started blooming
The squirrels and birds have come and gone
The paper stays unread
The coffee cup is empty now
Your bank account still full
You're ready now to take a risk
But, who will risk on you?
Brush your hair and smile
You know that time has been unkind
The years have passed you by
Chances that were never taken
Disasters left undone
No gains from ventures best unspoken
No milk stains on the floor
Children did not give you headaches
Or jump upon your couch
Now nobody will visit
Sunday dinners still for one
Your heart aches came only from watching
Soap operas and prime time
You stayed away from cads and liars
You learned off of the backs of others
Making no mistakes
Today the sun rose over head
The birds chirped and the trees have started blooming
The squirrels and birds have come and gone
The paper stays unread
The coffee cup is empty now
Your bank account still full
You're ready now to take a risk
But, who will risk on you?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
So We Decided To Sleep
One day in the deep stark forest of my mind
I lay awake in bed and dreamt
Of shadows that passed over head
Of memories that long ago had nothing to do with me
It seemed to last a while before
He walked through the room
Not looking my way even once
The water flushed and then he lay beside me
He turned around
His back to me
Then my mind started to wander
How much does any of this matter
We only live by pure coincidence
We float in open space
Not much keeps us safe from things that choose to crash our way
Sometimes I try to tell him
He can't say much to this
He only shakes his head and says
"What do you want from me?"
I lay awake in bed and dreamt
Of shadows that passed over head
Of memories that long ago had nothing to do with me
It seemed to last a while before
He walked through the room
Not looking my way even once
The water flushed and then he lay beside me
He turned around
His back to me
Then my mind started to wander
How much does any of this matter
We only live by pure coincidence
We float in open space
Not much keeps us safe from things that choose to crash our way
Sometimes I try to tell him
He can't say much to this
He only shakes his head and says
"What do you want from me?"
Ruins Of A Party
They sit and soak
All day and night
Hoping for somebody
To come and wash the dried on ruins
Of super that's gone by
Beside them lie
The silver tools
That aided in the doing
No more in glory and in shine
But with a lot of stuck on grime
The pots and bowls are not much cleaner
They wait their turn to come as well
And in the distance they lie thinking
That it is just about time
To go to bed
Leave till tomorrow
The toil and the dryness
Of hands that have to scrub and rinse
These dishes of mine
All day and night
Hoping for somebody
To come and wash the dried on ruins
Of super that's gone by
Beside them lie
The silver tools
That aided in the doing
No more in glory and in shine
But with a lot of stuck on grime
The pots and bowls are not much cleaner
They wait their turn to come as well
And in the distance they lie thinking
That it is just about time
To go to bed
Leave till tomorrow
The toil and the dryness
Of hands that have to scrub and rinse
These dishes of mine
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Fridays
For every day that it is not
Remember that no time at all will bring it back again
It never seemed to matter, when I was just a kid
Despite what everybody said
Another day is all it was
Yet now the angst is real and just
Somehow it doesn't matter that I wish my life away waiting for another Friday
Remember that no time at all will bring it back again
It never seemed to matter, when I was just a kid
Despite what everybody said
Another day is all it was
Yet now the angst is real and just
Somehow it doesn't matter that I wish my life away waiting for another Friday
Longing for a do over
Last night the rain was falling
On my head it kept pouring
No longer dry
Grey hair hung limp
Inside the coat my skin felt damp
Near me the puddles rippled
Gust of wind blowing right through me
For the record it was more like a decade ago
On our honeymoon
Restless and much less than romantic
Atmospheric pressure adding to the tension
Downright eccentric approach to relaxation
On my left hand a ring
On my right side a husband
Venturing into the next chapter
Earshot away and deaf through the fog
Rapturous bouncing and sharing the news
On my head it kept pouring
No longer dry
Grey hair hung limp
Inside the coat my skin felt damp
Near me the puddles rippled
Gust of wind blowing right through me
For the record it was more like a decade ago
On our honeymoon
Restless and much less than romantic
Atmospheric pressure adding to the tension
Downright eccentric approach to relaxation
On my left hand a ring
On my right side a husband
Venturing into the next chapter
Earshot away and deaf through the fog
Rapturous bouncing and sharing the news
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