For S.

I have a friend, a very special friend
I know when I need her, she will hold my hand
We have shared a great deal of laughter, and even some tears
She often stood by me during a few of my greatest fears
Even though we live mountains, and many roads apart
Nothing could possibly keep her away from my heart
I hope she will be around forever and a day
Without her I’d be lost, a voice with nothing to say.

Anticipated

Waiting here in anticipation
Thinking about the big creation
As long as my actions are understood
The world I live in will be good

With love and care my seeds were sown
But they will never be totally grown
Therefor I appreciate every single friend
that destiny and the years have sent.

You were saying?

So you think everything is going to go your way?
Don’t look at me to see if I fall my knees and pray!!
It simply doesn’t matter what you think of me
I have been working on the plan, that will be your destiny.

You say people have made me the gossip of the town
Once I’m done they will be the ones to frown.
Why are they trying to let their lives seem like frolics?
A couple of them are weird, the others, Alcoholics.
Don’t bullshit me and tell me you are clean.
You ain’t as good as you make it seem.

Why don’t you come over and look me in the eyes.
Tell me you hate me and you don’t tell no lies.
All I do is live my life to the fullest.
I don’t run a contest on who is the dullest.
If you don’t like it, please leave me alone.
Don’t come back over, don’t ring my phone.

You can’t leave my life the way it is
Are you afraid there is something you will miss?
If you don’t stop bugging, don’t hang around.
I just don’t want to be your personal clown.

JunkMan

What happened to what he used to have?
Where did the pride go he used to own?
He picks up the needle from his hand
The burning sensation hit right off

Maybe tomorrow he’ll fix his situation

… He said yesterday!!!!

The Square Root of "3" by:Unknown

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

let it be written, let it be done

Heretic Heart

by Catherine Madsen

I am a bold and a Pagan soul a-rattlin’ through this land.
I judge the world by my own lights and I come by my own hand;
And if you ask me where I learned to live so recklessly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

My mother was a spinner of tales, my father a dreaming man.
And I have swung on the Dragon’s Tongue and danced on holy land.
I have sung the seed up from the ground and the bird down from the tree;
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

Once I was bound but now I’m gone away from the faithful fold
From those who preach that holiness is to do as you are told.
Though law and scripture, priest and prayer have all instructed me,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

They tell me Jesus loves me, but I think he loves in vain;
He must go unrequited, on me he has no claim.
My healer is the Lady Moon whose tides run deep in me.
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

And while I breathe this glorious air, an outlaw I’ll remain;
My body will not be subdued and I will not be saved.
And if I cannot shout aloud, I’ll sing it secretly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority!

let it be written, let it be done