Ain’t No Man

There ain’t no man that can save me
There ain’t no man that can enslave me
Ain’t no man or men that can change the shape my soul is in
There ain’t nobody here
Who can cause me pain or raise my fear ’cause I got only love to share
If you’re looking for truth I’m proof you’ll find it there

You got to serve something, ain’t that right
I know it gets dark but there’s always a light
You’re gonna have to buy in to get into the club
Trade your worries
You gotta show up if you wanna be seen
If you matters to you, ma, it matters to me
I’m gonna fall hard, yeah I know I am
When the clowns crack up I laugh with them

You say you look funny, I say you’re a star
I say you’re whatever you think you are
Watch your naysayers fall right in line
If we believe it they’ll say she is so pretty
He is so fine

You got to go somewhere, ain’t that true
Not a whole lot of time for me or you
Got a whole lot of reasons to be mad, let’s not pick one
I live in a room at the top of the stairs
Got my windows wide open and nobody cares
And I got no choice but to get right up when the sun comes through

Ain’t no man that can save me
There ain’t no man that can enslave me
There ain’t no man or men that can change the shape my soul is in
There ain’t nobody here
Who can cause me pain or raise my fear ’cause I got only love to share

@theavettbrothers

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When Worlds Collide

the Beatles

Tell me true,

what is it that you feel?

Does a passerby…shower hurt your sense and sensibility?

Do the clouds above pad your nobility?

What a different world…when walking into someone else’s words.

Some spend a natural lifetime looking for answers.

Lifting every immobile boulder.

Each knowing in the precious present…what we get is older.

In the heart and the head.

In the lily and the pond.

In the here and beyond.

Dark as a Rose

A storm within a storm within a storm within a Rose

A lily without her pad…forever sinking

So, what is in a name Rosie?

With your whirlwind of violent voices…jading and shading your blood red petals

I hear your claim to be quite alright

But I see your thorns routinely sharpened…just out of spite

Requies-Cats

The great charm of cats is their rampant egotism, their devil-may-care attitude toward responsibility, their disinclination to earn an honest dollar. In a continent which screams neurotically about cooperation and the Golden Rule, cats are disdainful of everything but their immediate interests.

Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat-No worthier a cat ever sat on a mat, or caught a rat! Requies-cat! John Whittier