Hide and Seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Because it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.

Damage

The summer heat was like death in her lungs. 

Damage knew the dry suffocation 

would be the end of her dreams.

This threat was real. 

Beautiful that she was

her faith was weak

her emotions too real. 

Her reflection created unbearable pain. 

It was as if there was no room

to creep forward or backward 

but her soul felt the pressure to break free.

Movement was her only hope, 

her only outlet to allow for survival. 

At any cost this was the achievable goal.

Damage would tell herself, 

move from the couch to the bed. 

Move from the bed to the kitchen. 

Rinse and repeat.

Pray and repeat.

Weep and repeat...

The passage of time moved Damage

out of one house, into another 

and another and another. 

Her family still had the dirt of the road 

on their shoes and yet

she still had an insatiable need to move.

Further, faster, without end 

A Woman Should... by Mary Angelou

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... 

enough money within her control to move out 
and rent a place of her own, 
even if she never wants to or needs to... 
something perfect to wear if the employer, 
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... 



A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

a youth she's content to leave behind.... 
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to 
retelling it in her old age.... 
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... 
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry... 



A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family... 
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, 
and a recipe for a meal, 
that will make her guests feel honored... 



A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

a feeling of control over her destiny..... 
how to fall in love without losing herself.. 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

how to quit a job, 
break up with a lover, 
and confront a friend without; 
ruining the friendship.... 


EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

that she can't change the length of her calves, 
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. 
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

what she would and wouldn't do for love or more..... 
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

whom she can trust, 
whom she can't, 
and why she shouldn't take it personally... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

where to go... 
be it to her best friend's kitchen table.. 
or a charming Inn in the woods... 
when her soul needs soothing... 



EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... 

What she can and can't accomplish in a day... 
a month...and a year... 



 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower...movie!!!

I will travel many miles. I can hardly contain my excitement. I believe it's time to read it for the 10th time. It's going to be a spectacular day.