Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

babysitting a fifty three year old woman
my family still has one foot in the nineteenth century
we come into this world innocent and trusting babes
and life takes its toll on some of us

But some choose to be happy
and some choose to be misrable
we are little gods
so much our fate in our own hands
unless you are born
in the third world
or is their a fourth world these days
that makes the third one look like Aspen Colorado?

answer:
smiles on peoples faces & forgiveness...........

I have turned off the projector
I am going to the river to pray
monkey brain genuis hell on wheels
miracle medical machines that cure cancer
miracal minds that paint, and sculpt and write

these are still the good old days
if ever a woman had too much to for give
as a teenager she would say to me
"I wish I had never been born"
Everyday for two weeks we wake up with the same thought
Will today be the day the death sentence is pronounced

Blues For Allah
Don't it make you want to rock and roll

smiles and forgiveness is all we have left
thanks mark
my Baltimore /DC homeboy
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it's what get's me thru the fray
laughing it all the way....................

truck I thought you did not write poetry. You sure do a good job of it if you ask me. Life can be crule sometimes, we make the best with what we got. I'm reminded of the words to a song I kinda like..."it's not getting what you want, it's wanting what you have."

I really liked that last line. I wonder though if there are just two worlds these days. One for the very rich, and one for the rest of us. Just thoughts. Enjoyed the read.

love lots
Deb.

I been confusing pleasure with happiness deb. I have learned the difference before it is too late..

Thanks for the kind words sister.