"Wrath"You let me Bleed into your hands
into your Soul,
what psycic Parasites-
You go so low.
And I've got two roads both filled with Red
so I'm staying in my bed
dreaming of another road inside my broken head.
I cut through bushes filled with thorns
to cut a different path,
and it's so lonely as I do
I see Red with my Wrath.
And over Mountains, hills, and snow,
through the heat both high and low,
there's somewhere through this Hate I'll find
just me this Time.
I'm Mother Nature's DaughterI'm Mother Nature's daughter,
in Heaven rests my Father,
my Brother is the Sea
who means the World to me.
My Sisters always Loved me,
an example of pure glee;
My Mother is my Rock
as she always will be.
My pride keeps me from an empty Shell;
I say my daily chants and cast my hopeful Spells.
I give my Heart away but find
not many people are as kind.
The wind blows through my Hair like my lost loving dead,
and then do I realize
it 'twas always in my Head.
For My Family is the Ocean,
my Family is the Sea;
my Kin is the whipping wind
surrounding all of me.
For I'm Mother Nature's Daughter,
and the bright sky is my Father,
the sand beneath me warms my Soul-
The Beauty of Earth makes me whole.
"Love Is A Gift..."Love is a gift we give freely,
sometimes it comes back in a "return to sender,"
and it's something you always remember.
For love is a gift we give freely-
we shall not expect back but have Faith in our choices;
We listen to our innermost voices
to guide us on our way.
And may you never feel entitlment to gifts others may give,
may you stay humble when you give to keep your Spirit true-
For Love is only that, a gift, we give our whole lives through,
and There should be no footprints on your back, only beside you.
"Life."The stage is set,
the window's down-
there's no regret so profound
Imagine once, if you will,
your life's not a sunny road, but a hill,
and it's so steep, baby, just trying to walk it it
puts you to sleep.
And the higher you climb, the harder you
Just Keep Singing The BluesThere's hopelessness in the air, surrounding me everywhere,
there's nothing left for this Lady to do
besides sing the blues, sing the blues,
drink your sorrows; and she'll sing the blues.
As if each drag could make things right
it wouldn't feel as dark as night.
But then the dark turns into hues,
and even the sky is singing the blues,
even the sky is singing the blues.
'Cuz the sky sees her everyday but cannot do a thing
as teardrops scatter kohl-black eyes down to red lips that sing,
and they sing the blues, they sing the blues,
baby, it's what we choose,
to hold it in and let it cringe just to see what maddness ensues,
or we can be like her,
and just keep singing the blues.
A Child.A child
lost in space; a space where no one can hear her scream.
And God, she screams so blue, she sings so blue
that I cry, too; I cry, too.
Even as she puffs away
the pain decides to stay.
all alone, no friends, barely a home,
humming "Grandfather Clock" down the street
kickin' up the dirt around her blue-veined feet.
And when she talks, she talks so blue,
it makes me want to cry some, too.