Not Your Baby

I’m okay I’ve never been helpless I’m not the baby Anymore   Don’t worry I don’t need saved I’ve made it this far On my own   I’m all right I never asked for Not your baby All alone   Don’t worry I’m okay I was your baby Not anymore

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Mess of Dreams

I stumbled onto you A picture, no less In fact there were three   Grinning in one Head thrown back Softness apparent New to me   Black shades the next Guitar aimed Like an arrow At her heart   But the last The soul heavy tired eyes I remember these Even now   So old [...]

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One of the Shes

One of the Shes She’s got it so bad She’s counting the seasons She’ll take to be had She’s one of the Shes He’s leaving behind He’s giving her notice But taking his time   One of the Shes She’s falling in stride She’s counting her reasons She’s standing in line She’s one of the [...]

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Intellectual

“Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers. You can fill your life up with ideas and still go home lonely. All you really have that really matters are feelings. That’s what music is to me.” –Janis Joplin

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Waiting On Him

She waits Counting hours Days Weeks She’ll wait It’s been a year now She’s waiting For him   She stays Counting fears Doubts Assurances He’ll stay For all those tears now She’s staying For him   She hates Counting signs Red flags Hunches She hates them There are so many Waiting On him

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The Why

There is no understanding “Why”. Trying to comprehend, with a compassionate heart, the incomprehensible; the compassionless. It will make you crazy.  All that needs understood is more stark and brutal than I like to be, but it is the truth still; there are people in the world who cannot be filled or satisfied. Ever. The [...]

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Push

I scream the streets Of Hollywood Push my old Impala I’m on my way To meet the man But on my heels Another seems To follow   I can’t shake The imprint left Your fingers On my skin I need the heat I’m on my way to meet The man And stuck in high gear [...]

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Kissing Frogs

Kissing Frogs Well, no. I am not really kissing them. But petting them. Carefully, with one gentle fingertip. They look on, silent, occasionally perched on my arm where they landed, jumping from the wake of my more vigorous watering and weeding. They don’t seem to mind the petting, but I try never to subject them [...]

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My Heart

What makes sense? Nothing makes sense, in a way. Like many, I sift, process, sort. Matching what I knew and believed with all my heart, against the stark facts of reality shown me. Against my Heart. My heart against my Heart? No, not against the heart I knew and which had lead me all my [...]

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The Ruse

What greater audience than a woman’s captive heart? And if he loves anything, it is an audience.   I think it is the ruse I find most offensive; endless variations of the same old play. However unique each woman, however special the connection, the words still eerily duplicated and the ends nearly identical beneath various [...]

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