No candles, no chocolates.

No roses or daisies,

No expensive dinner,

Or elaborate cuisine.

Just all my heart,

In the shabby package in comes in.

S o as we sit on this old couch,

and i rub your feet,

Keep in mind,

With you here,

I have everything I will ever need.

I have compassion for others

Pity sometimes really

Secretly sighing in relief

“Thank heavens that’s not me!”

I admire human tenacity

Just prefer not having to be tenacious

Due to my noted fragility

Watched myself and others sidestep landmines

While others walked right into live ammunition

Tripped over anthills

While swearing they where mountains

We all muddle our way though

Not saying I am incompetent

Far from it!

Just stating that like the first man who walked this earth,

I make it up as i go along

I am a staunch believer in the school of life

What I know I have experienced

Life lessons ingrained in my psyche

Shaping my character like a river on  rough terrain

Telling my story, making it folk lore

Giving that future acheologist

A dig of a lifetime!

I have lived my life,

Strode my stride,

Made  a lot of noise but not of what is important,

Been silent of all that is,

Now I fear my silence may cost another,

Who finds herself astride without a father,

We are not a family of hugs and kisses,

We are one of disappointments and tragedies,

We will ridicule you before we comfort you,

Look at how you embarrass us before your heartbreak,

I need to reach out but I don’t know how,

God take care of my sister,

Send her my angel to watch her while she sleeps,

Send her Gabriel to fight her battles,

Broaden her archangel’s wings for those days she doubts herself,

Let her know I love her,

For I am not sure she can hear me.

Scholars of years past

Pondering places been

Imbeciles of days present

Relishing in pleasures lived

Cowards of years to come

Scared and cowering

Needing direction

Motivation and ambition

I have demons calling my name

And no way of knowing

How to respond and save my sane.

Of a mother on lonely road

Having left her newborn child on a church doorstep

Or does it represent hope

The continuity of life

Life water flowing from the mountain top to the river

River to the sea

Sea to the sky

Sky back down to the mountaintop and back again

What about the tale of red?

Ripped from our veins

A color of a beautiful tragedy

Danger

Unparalleled romance

That little red dress always did trump the little black dress

Scandulous

But you have to salute green

With whom mother nature preens

A disguise, signature

Shroud of flair

Her mating call

Her badge of honor

If I had a flag, it would be red, blue and green

Red because I am the tragedy the world lives to hear about

Adorably scandulous!

Blue for the flow that is my ever changing circumstance

Green because I always achieve, overcome and attain.

Sometimes she just jumps you in the alley,

Robs you of your valuables.

Other times;

She lets you win the lottery.

And boy what a treat that is!!!

It’s me again,

Still buck toothed and pigeon toed,

I listened when you said I would find you in a relationship,

That was not for me,

Checking in and being considerate, gives me hives.

I listened when you hinted at monetary intercourse,

So i burned through my saving account,

I guess i was right, money can’t buy me jack!

I paid attention when you said you were in the intellectual pursuit,

Diploma after Degree and Accolade after Honor,

An intelligent misfit,

I am starting to think you are eluding me,

Playing with my emotions,

Seducing me like a siren to a pirate ship,

Leading straight to the rocks!

I am moving on now,

I have met contentment,

Who lets me appreciate my eccentricities,

My neighbors issues,

And my cock eyed grocer.

I am content.

“Lou Lou skip to my lou,  Lou Lou skip to my Lou,  Lou Lou skip to my lou, skip to my lou my darling.”

I find these words disconcerting.

“I lost my partner what shall I do?”

Maybe proceed to the loo by yourself. The last time i checked it was a solitary activity.

“I lost my partner what shall i do?”

Suspicious indeed.

“Skip to my loo my darling.”

Yes, go along. Skip on to the loo my friend.

“I found another one better than you.”

Whoa, stop the presses. What?

“I found another one better than  you.”

Is anyone else hearing this?

“I found another one better than you.”

Stop the madness.

“Skip to my loo my darling.”

No! Stop that innocent child!

Maybe its just me but this sounds to me like a pedophiles creed. I sang this song with great abandon as a child but hearing my niece sing it took me aback while i deciphered the obscure meaning behind it. Maybe  I am a blundering idiot seeing spies where there are non but i think the author of this song is an evil genius pedophile who went to his grave a happy man.