Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The trees seem scrawny and the women unhappy
Did you see her smile; even once- her name was in all the paperspapers. The boulevard glistening with neon and Cuban music and galleries- her paintings were the talk of the town. She could not drive- anxiety- like her feet planted on the ground-
The procedure had made her more aware of people and their opinions

Ulterior motives from the perverse caregiver has to be smashed- bellowing good morning with all the charm of a beached whale- sensing disaster everywhere while near her- like a tatoo of a target on her forehead - she kept talking- to herself- to any person employed by the super market- the department store
There you will find her whining that she is too fat for anything or crying because she wants something
If she stopped trying to “ get” she might feel the beauty of giving
But you will have to argue with her- she likes that-she will justify any behavior with “ no one loved me the way I want to be loved” crap - well here is one more person that does not love your behavior- I now ; must be the intelligent and instinctive person that I am and I release you- back to where you became a friend that would take anything I gave and give nothing -
Well my mama was right- “there are two types of people- givers and takers.. “
yep
Thankful I don’t have to be involved with her drama of 25 years- or longer..

i know what you mean
I'm done with all that
if I get a whiff of drama
i'm out the door like a snapped finger

I like that-“ snapped finger”

She came into every room talking loudly
Saying things for shock value
Old people looked at her and seemed sort of detached

In restaurants she liked to talk about her sex life
She is upset because she wants to “ cuddle”
She bullies people into her point of view

Cannot stand it that maybe
Her views are not harmonious

I distance myself
I refuse to participate
Oh no thank you

But someone someday is going to spank you
And I just want to thank you for the lesson

Life is still in session
Nice not being stuck in depression

The truth is that in a moments notice
Conforming to a kind social model
Finding my soul speaking beautiful words
Of support and laughter at ourselves
It is bliss to love like this

oh narcissus
can't you ever see my reflection
it's there in the water next to you
do i look like an elm tree, a fire-bush ?
I am human
so are you
you are not the center of the universe
the earth does not rotate at your command
I have had enough of you sister
i must have joy in my life
your frozen frown will eventually fade
you will be forgotten altogether
and I will forget your hateful words as well

requiem to a buzzkill...