Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

hard to know
when its just posture
aint got no root
in love
when you know
all else is just sweets
my family aint nothin to do with blood
you are or you aint
pure beauty
the vagabonds of love

Sweet

you are able to love yourself-forgive your soul
Ask for gentle medicine -
The sky was soft that day
Shades of various blue sky color
Clouds merging and designing
A sacred moment
I was hoping to see that smile :
In sunlight
But the load bearing trailer of my assorted skeletons
In my heart- bone crusher of insanity
Yelling at God- h e l p
In the car
Really?
I knew that
Oh well I did not know how
I guess I am still hoping to learn
The switch on the tracks
Sent that train into the station
Where I heard with clarity what I needed that day

naught all works out
as is planned
yet we come together
like butter in a hot pan
my existence depends upon yours

I don’t like my mother
Or my sister
Although I love them
They each can be so cold hearted and oblivious to anything else
That television show was not worth watching anymore
Interdependence is what I crave
Any other way
I misbehave

My sister said she is not mad
My mother : she is always sad

My sister said she is not mad
My mother : she is always sad
Sometimes I just have to laydown

the beauty of interaction
is it takes nothing to exist
all is free, but,

She paints- I like that about her-
I like it that she dips oreos in milk
I like it that I don’t have to love everything about me or her

My sister is quite another story
In all my efforts to communicate
She shuts me down
I feel attacked by her
I see