Lonely-ish, my way


Is there such a thing as being lonely ish,

I don’t mean just being alone?

Is there such thing as being visible,

yet wanting to be alone?

When I stare out my eyes,

it’s all loneliness I see.

I am in my house, I am all alone,

that’s lonely ish to me.

But, would I trade my freedom,

for someone else to say,

what goes on in my house, or whether I’m happy or gay?

Would I trade my freedom,

just not to be so all alone?

You can bet I can’t, nor will I ever,

live in a house where I must atone.

I’d rather be lonely-ish and Queen of all I own.

But don’t be fooled lonely-ish has its price I say,

and one I am, and for me, all too willing to pay.

Because lonely-ish is all it takes

to live my life,

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Too much light


Too much light will burn your eyes

So we put our blinders on.

We try to stay in darkness

And we sing a darker song.

We think that we are hidden,

as we hide all day long.

But funny is the trick that’s played,

And you played along.

That darkness that you’re hiding in

Believe me is no friend.

The only way we win at life

is when we do not bend,

to the will of darkness,

that again is not your friend.

So chose to stay in the light,

where truth does rule the day.

No matter what other humans

Make up as truths to say.

Open your eyes and stand up tall,

It’s going to be OK.

You can’t run and you can’t hide

The light of Truth is the only ride.

Turn up your light and let it shine

Because you just might find,

You are doing fine.

Too much light is A Okay.

Let it burn the darkness away.

runaway mouth


lots of people run their mouth

they have a lot to say.

but what they don’t know is the voice they use,

its not the voice that may,

lead them down the righteous path,

where they think they’ll stay,

with their rude words bound with hate,

spewing from their mouths that way.

look out runaway mouth I say

our words are coming for you this day.

stop the hate before its too late.

close your mouth like you’re shutting a gate,

and inform your internal self,

you are now done with hate.

 

 

 

ThanksGiveIng


thanks to the world of sorrow, and thanks to the world of pain

we have found ourselves once again blessed, to live as we are ordained.

dropped on our knees, are heads held low, just how far down will we go?

then we stop and look around, every head is on the ground.

What has happened, why oh why?

Wait! What is that light high in the sky?

all eyes look up and with a thunderous roar,

the sun spoke these words, so we would worry no more

“this earth has been spinning a really long time,

your creator and I have this, your fear and worry are out of line.

When filled doubt and fear has you down

look to the sun because here comes your shakedown

you have what you need and you need of no thing

because the light of the sun is your wellspring.

So get up, shake off,¬†God has this thang. (bet you didn’t know the sun used slang.)

Happy Thanks Give I ng—

 

 

 

 

A love cure


What if all it took was monumental love

to heal and change, through the push and shove.

What if love was the drug we were thinking of,

flowing down like a shower from up above.

With open arms and heart aflame,

this love will fill us as a frame.

To contain the bliss,

which is all that remains.

When love burns as life,

its fuel your pain.

Love is the cure for everything.

 

 

 

Get the eff out of here


Get the eff out of here!

I am sick of the sound of your voice.

All I hear is lalala,

so get out and leave me the choice.

I’ll tell you again and for the last effing time

it’s mine and no one else.

It’s time you got the eff out of here

before a swan song becomes your plea.

We are done listening to you

of this you will soon agree

Because that sound you hear behind you,

is not mercy coming to thee.

 

 

 

On being


I keep reading about just being,

like I was being something else.

Is it hard for others, this being,

the being of themselves?

Maybe I don’t know my being

maybe I don’t know at all.

The nature of what the hell is being.

Can anyone know or tell?

I don’t want to appear unknowing, I know what being means,

but is it I that does the looking out of this face being me?

or is the me the me inside you, that sees the me in me?