Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sacred spirit calling song
and coffee
on my third cig already the sun has risen= am headed for the jesus highway
hopefully he isnt too busy today-maybe he can make the people i love- love me back- and maybe he can make my visit to mental health pleasurable..
the broken pieces of four years ago- the shattering soul- my own- splatt accross the sky-
and in my effort to glue it back- i hadda ask for so much help-
my grandma told me = 'never have a nervous breakdown because people will step right over you to get where they are going--' she was not lying....
then in that sweat lodge i had to cry and say'i cannot fix it'

maybe the spirits can fix it.

my heart beats in my chest- but it is surrounded by barbed wire-
and when someone gets inside there- i look like a deer in the headlights
waiting for the problems the pain real lies and bad juju
i do not see love and butterflies
if you knew
the things i had to do to learn to protect myself
from people with a plan- on how to get more.. more than what i bargined for.
the sign on the road says 'men working' - they smile at me as i drive by
a man in a bucket trimming some trees
the sun on the grass and the bees
being grateful i can feel the breeze= that this moment is filled with peace
i wish i could have explained more to you when you were young- but these things- are songs we cannot have sung before
some of us knew what we had to do
some of us gave up
the indigio children- the light workers....what part of this world is changing have you not understood?

beautiful write creativesoul, i've been to the place where they lock the doors, begging them to give her knitting needles to her, she said the wrong thing, to the wrong person, bout jumpin in front of a bus, then it was a trip to the 7th floor where the vacant stares and big guards roam the halls, enough to scare the toughest soul straight.....i'm thinking thats american indian music not india indian music, u were listening to, right???

yes- and i can smell the streets- it has been raining on and off- and
on and off
the little treasures flow
the crows were thick like a woman s hair in kauai
before a tropical storm
never saw so many homeless people
some seem more creative then others
but judgement must be suspended
i do not know the story they tell

Good thing in this world granny who said that watches over me-
Love does prevail-?

the bots steppin in granmas house
careful doreengonna zap ya

I became a sun rise woman
When sun dancing transformed my soul
The rest of me is still trying to catch up with....
Some things I see
Some I feel
But asking inside
For things to be revealed
Love is not always
Signed and sealed

Most " normal" people
Would think me crazy
Until something don't work
And they are hazy
Holler and cry
No dry eyes
But this healing will happen
I wish for that
Looking at Bondi
Australia
Coffee and cigs
And then a patch
It is a funny thing
The songs we sing