You say you love me
You say you care
You say you will be there
You lied
You turned your back on me
You looked the other way
At night, he would come
Red-searing pain
This must be love
You’re a bad boy he says in death whispered tones
I feel myself imploding
Please come touch me
Red-stained sheets come morning
You know what has been done
You look the other way
I don’t matter
I’m just a stain on this world
Come spread the disease
I feel lonely
Woke up a bright-eyed bushy tail
Blue skies cloudy trails
Coffee maker brewing Starbuck’s
Medium roast in my cup
Gulped it down highway bound
caffeine twitching
Sweating itching
late for work once again
Sunrise rays neon orange-blue
city skyscrapers all in hue
Dim lights shine on busy streets
a wide-eyed owl sits upon his stoop
The walk sign turns green
The large crowd cross silently
Coffee cups time to wake up
Cab drivers in a rush
The bus runs non-stop
Rushing here and there
The mass of people must be somewhere
The clock tick tocks
You told me you love me
You told me you would never leave
You told me I could trust you
You lied to me
You ignored me
You looked past me
You took my soul from me
You let him violate me
You watched me cut myself
You watched my sisters beat me
You watched your daughter suffocate me
You watched me disappear
You knew he was hurting me
All you did was sit and stare
You did not love me
Mother, why have you forsaken me?
Why have you ignored me?
Don’t you love me?
Can’t, can’t you see
twilight tripping
Neon dripping
Twisting, turning to the synth-pop beat
The flock of Seagulls hairstyle
sweet dreams are made of these
break dancing
Lace fingerless gloves
Like a Virgin
I’m burning up
White lines
White wedding
first pump
Saved by the Bell
Valley Girl
Pet rocks
Where’s the beef
boom box
Summer of Love, 1967
California poppies
Flowers in my hair
Free love LSD ;
Flying colored musical notes
Sit-ins
1968, Vietnam, point-blank Viet Cong Guerrilla shot in the head
Televised into our living rooms
War has a front-row seat
hand-in-hand we protest across this land
Peace Love Happiness
We take a stand
December 1st, 1969 Selective Service System draft,
8.000 protestors, Stanford college an unwanted war
tearing up the draft card
Shots fired one student dead
America at war
Vietnam cease-fire
1973, 200,000 dead
God bless America
Traveling down the red highway at speeds faster than light,
I see your smiling face. It feels me with delight.
Curly hair and bespectacled you are a sight of joy
I feel so in love with you, my heartstrings have taken flight
Celestial sky and outreached arms, You take me into your loving embrace and whisper to me it will be alright.
I have given my soul to you. You have promised worldly delights.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference
I whole-heartedly place my life in your caring hands.
Take away my grief and fill me the serenity
I am free at last.
Purple music fills the room
Lilac flowers sway in the wind
You give me butterflies
Honeybee sting so sweetly
Love rushing onward toward the eclipse of the sun
My heart sings butterflies
Fluffy clouds clear sky
My wings take flight
When you are close I feel your love
Take my hand and hold it tight
Wrap your arms around me
Give me butterflies swirling around my heart
I am chosen
I love you
You were heaven sent
Looking glass mirror, crystal sphere
deep blue ocean eyes
Red-plump heart
Caress my thigh
Kiss my silent eye
Stroke my silken hair
whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Unbutton my jeans
reach inside and pull my hair
Take me on an orgasmic ride
Faster, Harder softly slow
Take your time and make me yours
Make me see the cosmic sky
Kiss me gently
Hold my side
Tell me you love me
I need some sign
I feel my skin so alabaster blue
I see the grey sky glittering with raindrops tapping their shoes.
I touch the Earth with shaking nervous hands. You’ve come back to haunt me like a rat trapped in a gilded cage.
You’ve called me names.
I feel the jab.
My heart an open wound.
You’ve pureed my tears into summer squash stew.
I feel like a wingless dragonfly about to be consumed.
I will not take this sitting down.
My fists will become battering rams.
You will feel the sting of the dragonfly.
Now take your stuff and head out the door
Your garbage is yours not mine.