One day,
she became "Was"

found and filled
her cause

put her ego-self
on pause

gave the world
its due applause

grit her teeth through
menopause

laughed at all
her flaws

had great sex...
just because

then

rode the
Rainbow Ride
to Oz

With the sun's golden illumination, you find yourself wandering,
Your hair is glowing
The warm breeze kissing your cheek,
You run barefoot in the soft sand
Every step is a dance toward the divine depths
You wade into the waves
it's so peaceful you forget the noise,
You are lost as you hear the peaceful sounds of the expanse
You swim and everything seems to slow down,
Where the colors of the sea, ranging from turquoise to aquamarine, don't move or change.
The colorful fish
a beautiful rainbow beneath you,

When the world
Takes a stroll
On the sidewalks
Of their dreams,

The darkness
Wishes it could
Sing me a lullaby,
So I could also
Take the back streets
In my dreams.

When you are here,
There’s no need
To speak to myself,
For I find the
Boardwalk in your
Loving eyes.

In your arms,
I find a sunset
That makes sadness
Wish she could
Turn into a smile.

We are born
To fight to live
Always a wild, wild west
For eternity it will be
Everyone looking out for someone
To play the true part
Even in Manhattan,
Good sheriff,
In 2034
Poor and broke
Rich and broke
Stitch, stitch,
You can still always be
A stitch in the world
If
You try
And then hold on tight
To the ends of the threads
Until you rest
In your dusty grave
That will do just fine
Sheriff.

no matter whether or not ya give a hoot

especially after feeling super charged
watching the second night of
Democratic National Convention conclave
ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité.

Men and women are born and remain free and equal in rights. Social distinctions may be founded only upon the common good.

Article 1 of the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen (‘Déclaration des Droits de l’Homme et du Citoyen’)

I had to write this out
It was bouncing
Off the walls of
My mind

Fear makes me
Into an elevator
Stuck on the
Lower level

You must think
I am a park bench
That drunks use
As their summer home

I am just fighting
A war that would
Make your worries
into action figures

Next time you say
Calm down
Know that I’m
In the middle
Of war and my
Only weapon is
A flare gun

In life’s crises defeat
I walk alone in the dark
my heart is filled with emptiness
I am lost without the instructions
feeling like drowning in the ocean

Without a rescue of a given direction
come to a destination that left behind
with much confusion and worrisome
In times of doubt with many questions

I pray for an answer to lead
with a self-discovery
through a life of transformation
to grant wisdom and guidance

When the medley
of songs to dance to
ends with applause,
smile and curtsy.

The hungry gallery,
feels the love shining.
Peer into the assembly
for that desired face.

He has been hosted in both
your night and daydreams,
in your waking, he is of mist
leaving you with a gentle kiss.

Come, rise from your bed,
glide out to the veranda
to greet the moon so full
which wears a gossamer gown.

The rules that I used as my guide of life
Now are gone and create such strife

In the absence of those very rules
I lost my my most valuable tools

I dance to an unknown beat
And wander down an unknown street

If only I had not lost those directions
My life would would be filled with more affections

Now I search for the rules I lost
I realize the tremendous cost

Perhaps there is no such thing as soulmates
And fate doesn't exist
Maybe we are simply people who get along
Two individuals that enjoy each others company
Perhaps life would be wasted waiting for the perfect one
Maybe you just have to pick someone and start living