Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Somewhere inside me
Is a voice that sounds native
Bold he is when he feels it
Let’s me know in a hurry

That piece to retrieve
The darkness of alleys
Hiding until daylight

Sleaze is unpredictable
As a teenager
That thought my parents were hypocrites

I ran instead


I dunno if any of that darkness will go away
Back then I was attracted to the odd and unusual

One husband said “ you have a cat with a tail like that because you must have a freak in the house “

Somehow I ran on empty for a long time
Maybe now it is caffeine
Maybe a cigarette if I’m crazy
Like glass shards that make a Jesus window
Sun comes through and the beautiful colors
Illuminate the silowette
Yep

Maybe that piece ain’t never gonna heal

Things heal, even if never quite the same, and some pieces transform in the process... The gift, the art of a sun-star coming over the horizon, or at least being able to witness it, well that is it, or at least what I think it might be..

so many roads

are you experienced asked jimi
well, I am came the echo
one foot in front of the other
we step into the future
apart from mom and dad
grandma, aunts and uncles
we make our mark, be it
erasable or indelible ....

we are where we've been
for better AND for worse
it just is what it is
(is that what they call a "tautology"?)
I heard someone say divorce is a state of mind
so I never check the "divorced" box
I am SINGLE, thank you very much
my past mistake(s) are no one else's business

Mistakes? Paths?..

So convinced that the love I have demonstrated is returning me to a healed up spot
Got way more than I ever thought
Breathe in and smile
That there is a style to loving strangers
Like uplifting and generous
So alive and sweet