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FISHKY'S DEAD Fishky died, Clara cried, Fishky's dead, Seth said ... All the children wondered why, Our Betta Fishky had to die ... Each day his silky blue fins swam' His lips pursed in a smile, He was so special, electric blue And lythe We thought at first that he was sick With fish disease that is called ick ... He was old and very tired, That's probably why he expired. |
PAINT THE DAY .... ECSTATIC A glowing days' eye refuses too die after the exit of summer..... A dark face glows soft and gold after brushing against the moon A kiss stays moist in the memory......... dreams of a melting sun almost fading.....breaths that are warm sighs..... a summer moon lowers like a fat orange head in and out of the dye stained night bleaching clouds into grey tears, hesitating....... where the wind tossed shadows of our hair on the sand reaching beyond all vision racing rivers revolved catching the same day twice..... we recapture the sun still holding on to remnants of one long summer day clothed in fire hanging angular over a fizzed out moon ending the sea in pink........... |
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AGAIN Again, it must be Spring, here in Texas ....... no denoument of frost, only the air swollen with fragrance, pieces of flowers peeking above the dry earth waiting ...... The slow and easy silence before the cicadas, cannas, waiting to be Golden Kings.. The dry earth waiting ...... What kind of blushing sunset is this pasted against the endless Texas Sky ..... descending as a vast, quiet, pink lady pouring neon into a hot balmy night.. The dry earth waiting ...... several hours of dawn flock impatiently urging me to move into this New Day I'm a Robot, in clay shoes.. lifted as the sun, an orange disc on fire slid down the black sky, Again, crickets cackle grasping for the sun ...... All of a sudden. I have to be somewhere ...... |
EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE A TEXAS SKY [a song] I was a high strung girl that came from New York City, Grimy subways pushed my body around, Now I found a home in San Antonio City, And everyone should have a Texas sky, The trees lay back The sun hangs down pours that golden blanket over the town, Sometimes raindrops tease the ground, And everyone should have a Texas sky Where mockingbirds fly off the earth The June bugs always giving birth Everything grows twice its size Underneath these Texas skies A city girl is tranquilized And Everyone should have A Texas sky ..... |
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I WANT A DIVORCE [a song] Workin this song from inside out, Verses submerged in deep oppression Climbing out of my mouth .... yeah .... lift the depression .... I'm singin I'm singin The screamin so loud, workin this song from inside out .... yeah Why don't you get off your horse cause I want a DIVORCE, Yes I found someone new, and he's much better than you, Best of all .... We're not gonna get married til we know ourselves well through out some great times and hell we will travel along livin life like a song of Lovin, and holdin, and touchin and Feeling deep down the closeness around So Why don't you get off your horse cause I want a DIVORCE He might be new, but it's true, We say the things that we feel To talk about it is real, and that's how we discover our way of loving each other, So I have no remorse Why don't you get off your horse cause you never came near inside the world we could share Best of all' we're not gonna be married .... It won't be a great loss When we get a DIVORCE Our heads are so far away when you feel night I feel day Let's throw this marriage away There's a new life ahead I feel good as you can see Now I finally am me You are free I am free Oh yeah .... Why don't you get off your horse Get off your horse, get off your horse, get off your horse |
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GOT OVER IT You mean Nothing Your words a still life of Nothing- Your warped smile suspended in an old yellow photo- Your voice has been disconnected from my heart- You mean Nothing A memory never to be viewed again- You mean Nothing The negative burned in the flames of my anger And the Pain of Knowing you dissolved with The rain .... |
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