Super Tramp plays
Give a little bit
And there you are
Looking at me
It was the first moment
All I could see was you
Mis-spent Youth
The days I care for my mother
The days she forgets to be kind
She is the mother I used to know
I finally understand
Why I wanted to
run
smoke
drink
eat
and sleep with boys
Socks
Where are the socks?
The socks
The loves
The friends
The toys
The excitement
The drive
The books
The hair color
The skin
The glasses
The collections
The neighbors
The work
The parent
The time
Facebook Hell 2017
I am drawn to Facebook's siren song. I like to write so FB is handy and the feedback is gratifying. I created my profile 10 years ago. 5 years in I realized most of my Facebook re-earthed friends disappeared again. There was obviously a reason we had lost touch. We were always friends......but not Friends.
Is this all knowing that FB provides worth it? My parents never talk religion or politics in polite company. I had fun and and it was subversive in the 70's to buck the system and watch my elders flinch or get angry. My in-laws called me Polly Anna for my optimistic views, and I laughed. It felt the same when I joined FB 10 years ago. I argued and spoke my mind and it was fun, and then it was not.
Last year in 2017 I fell into Facebook Hell. Who asked for this? I sorted through my settings; security, list of friends, paring down, sorting those I might talk my heart and Hear theirs and not offend or be offended.
They call it trolling when one goes below the belt with insults and rudeness on digital media. I feel assault. I am not a snowflake in either definition of the slang term. I am not easily offended nor am I a white supremacist. I am equally abused by the constant use of the term "liberal" as a swear word as I am by naked orange sculptures of a public figure meant to humiliate. After the 2016 election I felt abused and assaulted from everything I had seen and read about the election. I am saddened by the beautiful practice of religion being thrown around for political gain, either side.
My parents knew the rules of polite discourse. They lived it all their lives. If you want to ruin a friendship, talk religion or politics. I understand now. I protect my heart now. I protect my true friendships now. I don't need to know what everyone thinks about these two topics. The world will keep turning if I don't publicly share what I think about them. I do not believe anyone wants to understand why one thinks like they do unless asked in an intimate safe sitting, in person. Social media is now the world hurling the frustration at each other while the companies benefiting from this hurling and mud slinging laugh all the way to the bank.
What is Lost
Laying on top of the covers with no clothes to feel the air on the body
20 minutes uninterrupted in the dark
Unfettered bodily functions
Five dollar meals
A handy hairbrush
What was gained?
Someone to call
The Youngest
I was lonely that is all
Prettier than I could ever be around you
Not enough that it mattered
It is impossible to slap the personality
and the plain
Off my fat bossy superior brat face
Comes a Day
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns....
They are here
The Flow
Old mountains have rounded peaks
A wisdom of passage of time
They are easy on the eye, pleasing, serene
Their lines flow like rhythm and rhyme
Clouds lie gently 'round the mountain peaks
They don't seem to swirl and leap
Lying soft along the quiet curves
As the mountain seems to sleep
Young mountain's lines are sharp and steep
Their rights they seem to be taking
They tear and rip the clouds apart
And their beauty leaves you shaking
They rise up from out of the Earth
Screaming with strength and might
Fighting the elements for youth and beauty
Laughing from their great heights
The young will learn as the old have done
That the elements will win in time
And they too shall slow and become serene
Flowing like rhythm and rhyme
