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Life in a moment while sitting in my car / For my daughter

It’s  ten thirty-three

and I’m sitting in the seat

of my nice red car

not drinking, not the bar.

 

I wish it was easier

than keeping it calmer,

the more advice I get – I give

The more I search for the will to live.

 

Grasping at straws trying to help

Sometimes I’m just angry and I yell.

Taking it easier and living it slow

changes my face as I move forward, grow old.

 

It’s not my age that makes a difference

It’s not the pain, it’s the helplessness.

I’ve got to give all I got to you,

to your sister and brother and your daddy too.

 

Flipping it, shaking it, sleeping it off.

I wish I could drink till my head spins off.

But, I am just spiraling now, out of control,

so I need to stay occupied, keeping my whole.

 

Don’t fret, don’t threat,

Don’t live and let die.

Be happy, not cross,

Don’t live and hide.

 

This life is a blessing

and you’ve got so much to give.

Learn to create and

to spread love and live.

my girl

upside down and round

view from my home

view from my home – upside down and round

it’s sometimes upside down

you know, after spinning around

looking at the sky, the trees

then watching the blur around my feet…

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A Fool Am I

A Fool Am I

I am newly indisposed

after learning what I already know…

~

I could tell you lied

and still you tried

not to say

so as

not to hear…

not to make it real.

~

This bumpy road we’re on,

should we move on or slow down?

If we do, I might get stuck too.

 ~
I keep an eye on oncoming traffic.

But, sometimes a car cuts in when you least expect it.

~

I already knew.

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