You can never see the bottom of the arch formation of color regardless of what gossip old lies myths tell . Like never walk under a ladder? As if that was one of your life choices it’s such a random statement and how do you apply to any man’s life as it’s word foolery meant to pacify a simple mind. Never open an umbrella indoors or disaster will before you? When I was little the visual of opening up an umbrella indoors meant possibly impaling someone’s eyeball . I guess which would be a true disaster to the visual field . Wear a safety pin inside your clothes on St Patrick’s Day to protect you from evil Irish ways. My grandmother Margaret insisted we had to wear red and our kilts to school on St. Patrick’s Day . I felt foolish when everyone was dressed in green I mean I was already weird did she need to keep reinforcing it to my peers?
Bee Logical: I couldn’t hold the frown and the pout from my face I didn’t believe any of these fake gibberish myths. And why should I give such a wonder to things when real life reality for me could be a troubling thing?
Biting your tongue:
I don't watch movies that remind me I don't wear clothes from those sadness days. I shoved everything washed clean into bags and did I drive by donation. People want me to be what they used to know but I tell them I lost my high top converse so I don't hear the songs they need to hear. Ironic I have spun out here on my own because I am supposed to but no one wants to see I don't want the past We are not to recapture the past we are not to be those ghosts so let them go the image of what we were in love we are supposed to know a better now given the the erased black board don't look for old chalk tracings of me we are meant to start here so let that be the new start you are not yesterday and I am not there either this gift don't burden it with yesterday. we are to dance free take this gift given us free from yesterday.
Tomorrow started yesterday: Was I so blind that I never saw? I hardly think I see myself in the wild curls that fall below my waist my eyes look gold as the camera flashes I waited a good woman's time before I stood for more photos The proofs are of woman I know is me but gone are the fears in her eyes I let my hair go wild when I used to be so sure People ask did you do something to yourself? No, I came home to rest my soul I slept the long sleep of those who dream I discovered the Spirit who guides me I prayed and hiked to think about my own sins A true woman does not just blame she understands her own part.
These things shall pass Bonnie girl :
My boss called with a perfect job all that I had wanted I thanked the Spirit and my family awake yet asleep for their protection. I am not unaware of the man who has stood beside me. I am not unaware of his concern These days will nor last as the Moon rises red A pirates moon to show the healing is rightfully done. I had to heal alone I had to feel alone The goodness won't dissipate if it is indeed goodness. I dreamed of his good heart I saw it there it is there I pull my Irish blanket around my shoulders Do not change a thing dear Lord, let us learn what we are meant.