Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I tried everything
To love and be loved by her

She is like my mother
She just cannot get out of her head

Why I am surprised?
She is all over the map
secrets- lies
Like her father
Like her mother

What I see
She really does not know me
And this was all that mattered to me

I came from old Hollywood
All the way from grandpa and granny'

Now the son is a director

She cannot hear me
But I stopped talking

I used to call her little beaver
Because she tried to chew her way out of the crib
Excellent teeth- but a strange Scorpio tail
Whack
Judgement
I used to wonder why I felt crazy
Until my son imported my friend
Who validated my perception

That is when the game went into the end zone
I have to watch this movie of familial alcoholic bullshit
But I have been there and done that
I just cannot participate in the insanity
We left the bar early
The next day she was ill
Ask me if I was surprised?
But no you cannot drive

Wealth of the soul has empathy kindness compassion
It is not continuous in her reflections

Not one word I heard that was not blurred by some slow motion editing
Not one photo in a natural way
All seemingly to portray
Some hut in uraquay

That she never dreamed of
Or wrote about


Tears of many lifetimes burned in the flames of the sacred
The sacrifice is mine
I have to let go
It hurts
This is where the magic has stolen the riches
Because I got no mo time for bitches