You Don’t Know Me

You don’t know me,
Nor do I,
I can’t say what makes me cry,
What makes me laugh,
What moves my soul,
What makes me sing,
What makes me whole,
When I’m sad I don’t know why,
You don’t know me,
Nor do I.

MISGUIDED

Never leave food on your plate,
Nor drink in your glass,
As principles go
I should let this one pass,
For my efforts to never
Let food go to waste,
Is adding considerable
Girth to my waist!

Removing Me

Down on my knees,
I scrape and scrub,
Tiled corners,
The bathroom tub,
Pull out the stove,
Refrigerator,
Clean behind the radiator,
Every speck of dirt,
Every single hair,
Every sign that I,
Ever have lived there,
It was my home,
Filled with my presence,
Now I remove,
Every last essence,
Of my existence,
Completely clean,
So even the best CSI team,
Could run their tests,
With scientific care,
And never prove,
That I’ve lived there.

Folds Of Grey

Dark shadows coming from the light
From one I trust,
It isn’t right to feel this way,
My memories wrapped in folds of grey,
Forbidden, hidden deep within
Guilt embedded in my skin
Lay buried there deep in my soul
For I believed I played a role
All those years ago
My innocence defiled
Your loyal, reponsible child,
Lived with years and seeds of doubt
Till finally the truth came out,
An unexpected voice let it be known,
It was not just me,
I was not alone,
He too has lived a lifetime spanned,
With ripples from your probing hand,
I was shaped and formed,
You bent my will,
With your own damaged needs to fill,
Now finally time turns around,
With answers not sure I wish I’d found,
And the facts just lay there,
Cold,
Like a steel crutch,
Shattered remnants of a mother’s touch.

Curves & Bones

Curves and bones
And bones and metal
Tactile swerves
To prove your mettle
Not some bit of yum
But a work of arts
A woman whose sum
Is more than her parts.

Ripples

Our influence is like water, never sure who we get wet,
We go around affecting lives, of people we’ve never met.

Midnight Rain

The midnight rain
It beckons me
To show myself
And I don’t resist
Because we both know
I love to be kissed
By sweetened drops
From a night sky
Not obsessed
With staying dry
For the night rain knows
When all’s said and done
I prefer midnight rain
To the midday sun.

Don’t Come Yet (Christopher’s Song)

(I was reminded today of this lyric that I wrote when I was 19 years old, and expecting my first child. I used to play it to him often when he was in his mother’s stomach. After he was born, and even up to the time he was ten or so, he would curl up into a fetal position on his bed when I played it.)

Don’t come yet, I haven’t made the world, into what it should be,
Don’t come yet, there’s still some problems in this world,
I don’t want you to see,
There’s still a lot of lies and hate, it’s gonna take some time to change it,
Don’t come yet I haven’t made the world, into what it should be,

Don’t come yet, I haven’t had the time, to make the world a better place,
Don’t come yet, there’s still some problems in this world,
I don’t want you to face,
But I guess there’s nothing I can say,
You’re already on your way,
But don’t worry, I guess it’s for the better,
We’ll change the world,
Together.

Every Raindrop

Sitting in the park
At an outdoor venue
Just over an hour before the show should start
And it starts to rain
People hoping it will stop.
They scurry
In surpressed panic
Covering heads and picnics
Popping up umbrellas
I close my eyes
Tilt my head
And try to feel every separate drop.

NUDITY

Nudity, oh nudity,
Shunned due to practicality,
But I can’t help wonder if we,
Could gain by losing our false modesty,
If then, and only then, we’d see,
A oneness and a unity,
Of course we’d see a little more, 😉
But more than that we’d see the core,
Of what we are,
Were meant to be,
A vision of humanity,
Naturally and beautifully,
Alive in our diversity,
Not afraid of our own nudity.