sons-= healing rennovations
Posted: May 8th, 2014, 1:15 am
my son is driving his surfer dude van
to see me for mothers day- camping and surfing along the way-
family to us
is around the world
kauai,hawaii
nigeria
italy
poland
san francisco
los angeles
air-a-zona
even reston va
bondi beach australia
porviner chile
the family reunion
livingston -bianchi reunion 2014-14 is in bondi beach
surf is up
in the past
i was summoned
by the king
the father unit
when i was needed
then dismissed to go and be a california girl
with the italian growl
he has for years told my children
i was a whore
my children carried the father s luggage
for years
like lil bellhops
hoping for their fathers approval
he would bribe and gulit and manipulate
he would buy them whatever they wanted
but they came around
found that the soul has no price tag
turns out mom isnt a whore
they went to vision quest
their mama is a sun dancer
they supported me when i was really lost
they showed me a love
i never had before
i became a child in thier hands
in some ways
but the wise woman will step up
from time to time
which is why they summon me
to crack the miraclous joke that splits the story wide open
all those secrets suddenly come out of the belly like a long
hidden laughter
buddah jesus allah mohamned God CREATOR---BAHAULA
they have beards and are men now
they have cars and offices and factoires and
resturants and bars and
FILM STUDIOS AND ART
dripping from the genetics of many relations
gentle love filters down
i am becoming an old lady
as gracefully as posible
wishing for no more
then i already have
there are no freee lunches
but wait
the taste is sweet when the love slows you down and says
'this is the greatest feeling i have ever felt'
like womb strteches beyond the earth
thru the skies and stars and kisses
moonlight on italian skin
freckles and cotton candy
that was it
the voices
discussions
lining up a the toaster
no one ever had a lighter
to light a smoke
all that communication
was good for them
those bike rides
and ceramics
dust and clay all over the mexican paver tiles
surfboards and waves and salty sandy towels
sunlight and laughter
hurricanes , centipedes- fish and nets
barb q chicken in hanalei bay
there i s no better place on the 4th of july
i love this family even i we do not get to see each other much
we watch each other s backs
love to you my sons
i miss you sometimes
i carry the dreams
to see me for mothers day- camping and surfing along the way-
family to us
is around the world
kauai,hawaii
nigeria
italy
poland
san francisco
los angeles
air-a-zona
even reston va
bondi beach australia
porviner chile
the family reunion
livingston -bianchi reunion 2014-14 is in bondi beach
surf is up
in the past
i was summoned
by the king
the father unit
when i was needed
then dismissed to go and be a california girl
with the italian growl
he has for years told my children
i was a whore
my children carried the father s luggage
for years
like lil bellhops
hoping for their fathers approval
he would bribe and gulit and manipulate
he would buy them whatever they wanted
but they came around
found that the soul has no price tag
turns out mom isnt a whore
they went to vision quest
their mama is a sun dancer
they supported me when i was really lost
they showed me a love
i never had before
i became a child in thier hands
in some ways
but the wise woman will step up
from time to time
which is why they summon me
to crack the miraclous joke that splits the story wide open
all those secrets suddenly come out of the belly like a long
hidden laughter
buddah jesus allah mohamned God CREATOR---BAHAULA
they have beards and are men now
they have cars and offices and factoires and
resturants and bars and
FILM STUDIOS AND ART
dripping from the genetics of many relations
gentle love filters down
i am becoming an old lady
as gracefully as posible
wishing for no more
then i already have
there are no freee lunches
but wait
the taste is sweet when the love slows you down and says
'this is the greatest feeling i have ever felt'
like womb strteches beyond the earth
thru the skies and stars and kisses
moonlight on italian skin
freckles and cotton candy
that was it
the voices
discussions
lining up a the toaster
no one ever had a lighter
to light a smoke
all that communication
was good for them
those bike rides
and ceramics
dust and clay all over the mexican paver tiles
surfboards and waves and salty sandy towels
sunlight and laughter
hurricanes , centipedes- fish and nets
barb q chicken in hanalei bay
there i s no better place on the 4th of july
i love this family even i we do not get to see each other much
we watch each other s backs
love to you my sons
i miss you sometimes
i carry the dreams
