| Bind Up My Life Mama Earth Days Page 2 |
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| Remembering What memories have I made for you When I�m cold in my grave As you sit by the fire Remembering, remembering Will you recall the hateful moments And the ancient rages and The tired faces of me Or will you recall those things I loved And how I looked when I loved them? Will you remember the advice So adamantly given? Will you believe in its truth? Will you feel its intent? Will you understand its history? Or simply smile at the futility of A mother�s love? What memories have I made for you When I�m cold in my grave Piercing pictures stinging the senses? Soft hazy dreams of a never-never was? Wistful could have beens and was�s But will never be again? Just remember my heart As you sit by your fire It always intended to be in the right place At the right time It always wanted to beat Strong and courageous Inside your favorite action hero Even if it often found itself Imprisoned in a fool�.. Just know that it loved you In its way and in its time While you sit there Remembering, remembering� |
| No Man's Land I traverse this crack Between human existences Explore the nooks and crannies A path has been offered Reluctantly Certain factions of the wild daisy And Poison Ivy contingent Have conspired to regain the territory For themselves, though Both having suffered at the hands of man One in longing, the other in scorn Like the rose and the thorn It is an uneasy alliance But that�s a tale for another day�. Today it is my middle ground Today it is my abyss between two truths I�ve have given these truths various faces Today it is WAS and YET TO BE And today I am in the Land of IS Here the demons of these truths are kept at bay Here they cannot touch me though they try It is a precarious balancing act To stay on this path of IN THE MOMENT Not in the physical sense � No, that is merely a mild and winding incline It offers no danger No it is only when the mind wanders�� I wish he was here with me now Here to share this IS of US Perhaps then we could look together Unafraid of our demons See clearly the truths of our existences Admire the sound of bull frogs And the drone of the cicada And forget our respective fates But as it is, We trudge in our respective trenches Down with the rats and the stenches Peering out over a No Man�s Land Knee deep in the mud� We are Passchendaele We are a war of attrition � |
| Cassandra in the Woods I�m Cassandra in the woods, Will you not listen? Words perfectly formed Into some incomprehensible language I can see it there ~ That expression on your face~ Missing the point. I have suspected It is missed on purpose~ A deflection of energy~ Take that! Ninja Bitch! The subtext to the text, Down to its basic element; A battle of wills Covered in human goo. Through an eyeglass, darkly�. Let me twist it to a glass eye See the reflection of my smile And for a moment, Recognition: Acknowledgement Of another point of view. Through a glass eye darkly, I�m Cassandra in the woods�.. |
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