Often, when the winter lingers on, I am amazed at the little things. For at this stage in the game…’it is the little gestures that mean the most.’
Awed…at the fact, a leaf has hung on through gallant winds. Clumps of snow have managed to survive bouts of winter heatwaves. These along with other surreal visions, have provided me with hope. Contemplation in the everybody, somebody, me, wanting a revolution. In history, present day, the future, there will always be a hanger-on.
I feel the sweat,
taste my siblings veiled tears.
From Radio Flyer to Barbie’s plight,
revolutions provide the fire,
a rescue in mutiny,
rosary for the daydream believers.
Somewhere plans for somebody.
Someday, someway, a lone leaf
hanging from a winter’s birch.
anomalies in the snow.
peace from a frozen river’s flow.
Doesn’t have a point of view Knows not where he’s going to Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Woof, who let the dogs out! Wow, some of these self-portraits really, really, really, explain the need for one piece bathing suits!
Honestly, I’m surprised that Mother Theresa didn’t put a stop to that nastiness. Fat poking out here. extra breast flaps slapping out in the wind and me with a ‘look Ma I’m having fun’ grin on my face. Just like a small child visiting Disneyland for the first time.
Too bad, the photo was taken when I attempting adulthood. But you get the picture. I actually know why Mum never stopped me from showing the camel toe to Martha’s Vineyard. She wants herself an authentic and life like Barbie Doll.
And, given that my eating habits have not regressed she’s made due with the Over Abundant NH idealism of a Barbie Doll.
So, Mother Theresa and all the toddlers in tiaras with the southern comfort baby momma’s, this one’s for you:
It’s alright forty days of rain my skin stretched our from the growing pain I’d be nice to have an explanation, but it’s alright And it’s alright if you hate that way, hate me cause I’m different, hate me cause I’m gay Truth of the matter come around one day so it’s alright I look at this lifeline stretched way all across my hand I look at the burned out empty like a plague across the land And for everything I learn there are two I don’t understand That’s why I’m still on a search through the weather strewn church I’m doing the best I can and it’s alright And it’s alright though we worry and fuss, we can’t get over the hump or get over us It seems easier to push than to let go and trust but it’s alright When we get a little distance some things get clearer Give em the space our hearts grow nearer I ran as hard as I could and still ended up here but it’s alright I look at this lifeline stretched way all across my hand I look at the fires of hatred burning up the bounty of this beautiful land I know I’m small in a way but I know I’m strong And it’s my thirst that brought me to the water when I give it all up then she carries me on and it’s alright Yeah it’s alright And it’s alright though I feel afraid my plans in pieces my plans mislaid It’s the will of the way the will of the way the will of the only way that could have brought me here today and it’s alright.
What’s this little lie They keep on telling me It’s just another high They keep on selling me I was only five They fed me so much jive They said just have a ball Just be a Barbie doll They churned and burned me out Until they turned me out Over and over again
Mama I’m strange The thoughts and the wants are the locks On the back of my brain I’m descending pretending I’m blending I’m going insane And they want me to change Mama I’m strange
I’m on a shaky wall I’m tripping down the hall And all the king’s men can’t Can’t sew me up again I’ve got a leaky head Don’t know the full extent I’m drowning in my bed I’m just an accident They chewed and blew me out Until they threw me out Over and over again
If I could tranquilize I might just vaporize They couldn’t supervise They couldn’t criticize I have no evidence I have no reverence It makes no difference I have no innocence
Help me mama help me now
EARL'S PLACE: "AN OPEN & RESPECTFUL ONLINE SPACE TO DEBATE OPPORTUNITIES & CHALLENGES FACING THE GLOBE," CURATED BY AWARD-WINNING COLUMNIST, EARL PLANTE, AN UNFLINCHING ADVOCATE FOR SOCIAL & ECONOMIC JUSTICE