Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The barrel stared at her
She could not face the repair
The damage
Seemingly disconnected to everything
She prepares her final concoction
None of these things really matter
I cannot be lovable
Distance was her only choice
She could not stop
Never get away
-too many times -
- been here
-no more-
Cannot do it
-
Go through it
Nooooooo
Tears groan
I just want to fucking die

We do not die
We may exchange dimensions
These lessons are too hard
I trust you God I know that you love me
-

So the gun is set down
And the violence passed
She is sick of politics
Money and fascist ideas
She wants to help

Always with the chance
That this new way could work
What can I say about that
More than likely: too much-k
The stories of 32 years around
This place of nomadic spirit
Adventure- high risk behavior
Passionate and fragile

Her wings kep going the wrong way
She seemed intent
On self sabotage
The hole in her heart let the light in
Like an Eagle taking the prayers to great spirit
She soared

The whole thing with talons
She knew the pain of harsh landings
But never stopped trying
Her heart beating like a drum

The dream time came
Her conversation with her sister seemed to echo
She knew that sound:

When people are backed against the wall they make

Childlike voice cracking through years of blues

We had different fathers
Like maps accross the time when we were small
I though I knew it all
I was the older sister