Year of the Horse

Clever and kind

It's your time to shine

Cheerful and sweet

You are quite the treat

Perhaps a bit stubborn

and there's lots of chatter

but it doesn't matter

Everyone wants to be your friend

Time for the Year of the Horse to begin.

Work Day

I don't want to go there
I just want to stay here
Why did I agree to this
Why can't I afford to miss
a solitary day?

It's not so bad
It's just I'm spoiled
To 9 to 5 I have recoiled
I've better plans for my hours
I enjoy my chance to play.

Get up
Time's flowing
It's time to get going
No use trying to avoid it
Time to go to work today.

The Words

The words are sitting just beyond the point of comprehension
I see them
I hear them
they are calling to me
but they just won't come to this reality.

The words are awaiting my natural intuition
They sit
They spin
They allow me to comprehend
but to this plane they will not descend

The words are trying to capture my attention
They dance
They play
Capricious in their way
but from me they run away

Kicking and Screaming

Watch your back
Look out for my knee
Hand me my brace
Did you take your vitamins?

Not Statements or questions
of our youth
But color commentary
providing proof
That age may be a number
that our bones know quite well.

Kicking and screaming
is how we'll go
Whatever  the number
Whatever the pain

Resistance is futile
Some try to claim
But even if it is all in vain
I'll continue to play through the pain
til  these bright lights start to wane

Change

I don't like change
unless I change it myself
I don't like progress
unless I think it really is
I don't like feeling
as if it's all moving too fast
I don't like wondering
if it's going to truly last

The more things change
the more they stay the same
I've always found
that statement kind of strange
Change is change and
the same is the same
How we perceive it
shows us who to blame

I don't like change
unless I change it myself
I don't like progress
unless I think it really is
leave it alone
so it can stand the test of time
Why do people feel  being old
is such a crime?

Not Ready

Not ready to rouse from my slumber.
Not ready to wake from my dream.
Not ready for today's journey.
Not ready, not ready at all.

Why is the morning so early?
Why is the sun still asleep?
Why must the day begin at dawn?
Why does this time make me yawn?

Not ready to rouse from my slumber.
Not ready to wake from my dream.
Not ready for today's journey.
Not ready, not ready at all.

Why can't we have one more day off?
Why must we all work so hard?
Why can't we start a bit later?
Why does it all go so fast?

Not ready to rouse from my slumber.
Not ready to wake from my dream.
Not ready for today's journey.
Not ready, not ready at all.

These Are Our Words

These are not my words
they belong to us all
Said by the strongest
voice to hear the call.

The call for freedom
The call for equality
The call for Justice
The call for peace.

"In the process of gaining our rightful place, 
we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.
 Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom
 by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
 We must forever conduct our struggle 
on the high plane of dignity and discipline. 
We must not allow our creative protest 
to degenerate into physical violence."

These are not my words
they belong to us all
Said by the strongest
voice to hear the call.

The call for freedom
The call for equality
The call for Justice
The call for peace.

'I have a dream that one day this nation
 will rise up and live out the true meaning 
of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, 
that all men are created equal."'


These are not my words
they belong to us all
Said by the strongest
voice to hear the call.

The call for freedom
The call for equality
The call for Justice
The call for peace.

"And when this happens, 

and when we allow freedom ring,

 when we let it ring from every village 

and every hamlet, 

from every state and every city, 

we will be able to speed up that day 

when all of God's children, 

black men and white men, 

Jews and Gentiles, 

Protestants and Catholics, 

will be able to join hands and sing 

in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

    Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

These are not my words
they belong to us all
Said by the strongest
voice to hear the call.

The call for freedom
The call for equality
The call for Justice
The call for peace.
One day I dream that these words
will reach the hearts, souls and minds
of all mankind
We still are working towards the dream
Let's make the dream come true

Getting Ready

Drifting in and out of sleep
the alarm rings.
Time to begin another day
but I am not ready.

Snooze for five minutes
maybe 5 minute more.
Soon it's been half an hour
Time to cross the bedroom door.

Wising vacation wasn't over.
Wanting to go back to bed.
Getting ready for the day ahead.
Can I take a sick day instead?

No use trying to avoid it.
No getting out of it now.
Time to earn my keep
I'll get through it somehow.

Worry

It doesn't help to worry
every moment of the day.
What's going to happen
is going to happen any way.

Breathe in breathe out
let the tension seep out
Know that you've done your best
beyond a shadow of a doubt.

It doesn't help to worry
every moment of the day.
What's going to happen
is going to happen any way.

Sadly not everybody
can be who you expect
It can lead to disappointment
It will make you upset

But it doesn't help to worry
every moment of the day.
What's going to happen
is going to happen any way.

Don't let the insidiousness of others
ruin every moment of your life
We're here for far too short  a time
to exist in daily strife.

Because it doesn't help to worry
every moment of the day.
What's going to happen
is going to happen any way.

Where do You come From?

I come from islands I've never seen.
I come from hard work and determination.
I come from a thirst for education.
I come from a complicated nation.

I come from stubbornness and pride.
I come from sunshine and ocean tide.
I come from creativity.
I come from uncertainty.

I come from dreams and imagination.
I come from love and happiness.
I come from broken promises.
I come from ideals not to be dismissed.

I come from laughter and music.
I come from heartache and tears.
I come from yesterday and tomorrow.
I come from here.

What Story Do You Want?

Tell Me a Story.

What story do you want?

One with adventure.

There are many  you can choose.

One with love.

That's a story for all time.

One with hope.

That resides within yourself.

One with friends.

You know how that one goes.

One with dreams.

Far too many to be told.

One without pain.

There's no story without that.

One with confidence.

You can create it with each step.

Tell me a story.

There's not one YOU cannot write.

Tell me a story.

You can create it on your own.

Tell me a story.

The story's yours and yours alone.

I'm Going

I'm going to be positive today

I'm going to make the most of the moment

I'm going to speak in riddles

I'm going to speak in rhyme

I'm going to remember

to take my own sweet time.

I'm going to be the best me I can be

I'm going to accept my reality

I'm going to make a difference

I'm going to make a start

I'm going to take this self pep talk

totally to heart.

I'm going to do so much today.

I'm going to do so much tonight.

I'm going to be a busy girl.

I'm going to need a nap.

Small Sips

There's just a thin layer of liquid
left in the bottom of the bottle.
"Why is this in here?" I ask.
"Small Sips." is his response

What?
What?
Small Sips?
What do you mean?

I filled my glass to where I want
and there's too much to just pour out.
I'll leave the rest for a small sip
for when next I'm up and about..

Torn between laughter
and utter frustration.
I find his explanation
 honestly amazing.
This is my reality.
This is my life.

Dating couple living
under one roof.
Learning about habits which were
previously aloof.
Can we make it together
This will provide us the proof.
Small Sips,
My baby is just such a goof.

Ick, Ack, No

Ick, ack, No
I don't want to go
Getting out of bed
will only hurt my head.

Why is morning so early?
Why is evening so late?
If we could just reverse them
That would truly be great.

I need a later start time
I need more hours in the day
I need to sleep
I need to rest
I need to go out and play.

Ick, ack, No
I don't want to go
Mornings start too early
It's too cold
Too dark
Too soon

Can't I please
continue
to sleep sweetly in my room?

Virtual Duct Tape

I thought of one this morning
but I didn't write it down
So much to do
So much to do
My head keeps spinning round

I can't recall the details
but I know it was something good
No time today
No time today
to do just what I should

Somewhere just below the surface
creativity reigns supreme
It's in my head
It's in my head
I'll find it in a dream

Life goes quickly
thoughts escape
try to hold them
with virtual duct tape
When all else fails
relax unwind
eventually
all returns in time.

So Tired

So tired.
Are we there yet?
Is it over?
When does it end?

Just when I think the end is in sight
There comes another bump around the bend.

Such hard work.
So much research
Proving you did more
than just your part
Just to get half of your share.

Listen to the Angels
is what I've been told
My cries have been heard
but it feels as if the answer's
taking forever to unfold.

So tired.
Will this truly be the end?
Just want it to be over
so we can begin again.

Comfort and tranquility
Life without hostility
You Are awaiting
Just around the bend.

Holding My Breathe

Holding my breath
trying not to turn blue
Don't be an illusion
We're counting on you

Come round the corner
Come to the light
We're hoping our miracle
will soon be in sight

Holding my breath
trying not to turn blue
Don't be an illusion
We're counting on you

Too many eggs in this basket
Too many fingers crossed
Hoping for the best
that our dreams don't get lost

Holding my breath
trying not to turn blue
Don't be an illusion
We're counting on you

Waited so long
just for your arrival
Heart pounds in our ears
The feeling's quite tribal

Holding my breath
trying not to turn blue
Don't be an illusion
We're counting on you

Can't hold it much longer
Starting to feel faint
No time to dawdle
No time to be

Please hurry and get here
We're waiting for you
Blue isn't my color
You know what to do.

This Gift

This gift I give to you alone
A wish from now until you're grown.

I give to you a mirror
to see what we all see.
I give to you luxurious
moments of tranquility.

I give to you the music
that floats free upon the night sky.
I give to you a cup of knowledge
to quench your thirst that never runs dry.

I give to you the ability
to simply sit serene.
I give to you the strength
to try not to change everything.

I give to you the serenity
that eventually it'll turn out right.
I give to you a tomorrow
to look forward to after each tonight.

Happy 2014

Looking forward
Looking back
That's where all of us
are at

We want the old year
to be done
We want the new year
filled with fun

We want success and
happiness
We want prosperity
We want love

We want it all
but want's not enough
Sometimes we have to
experience
what seems too rough.

Resolutions won't
change our ways
No matter what
our conscious says

Set a goal
and work it out
That's what life
is all about

Blank days
like a blank page
Here's the chance
to change our ways

Blank days
like a blank page
Grab a pen
Let's play