Hammer N Nail

Clearing webs from the hovel
a blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I’ve been digging too deep, I always do.
I see my face on the surface
I look a lot like narcissus
A dark abyss of an emptiness
Standing on the edge of a drowning blue.
I look behind my ears for the green
Even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
Gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.

I had a lot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension,
Started seeing the road to hell and just where it starts.
But my life is more than a vision
The sweetest part is acting after making a decision
I started seeing the whole as a sum of its parts.
My life is part of the global life
I’d found myself becoming more immobile
When I’d think a little girl in the world can’t do anything.
A distant nation my community
A street person my responsibility
If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring.

#Indigo Girls

Winning back ’89

Winning Back in ’89

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Winning back in ’89.

A conductor’s timepiece…

doing time.

clockwork of Technicolor breakdowns

And, races to the finish smeared with red tape.

Cheers of holding on, discoveries that came much too late..

Winning back in ’89

Family values of a primitive kind.

No matter how white the snow may curently be

It has no choice to soil itself down.

It is in the deficient nature of the beast.

Wining back in ’89

Not of importance at the finish line.

Can a new reality be forged

Can we allow tainted walls closer to

the heart…

Can yesterday beckon a seasoned start

Winning back in ’89

Closer, closer, closer to fine.

No matter how secluded those that were dear

No matter how sequestered they appear

Beastly bones are nothing more than a…

Handed down meaningless antique.

Winning back in ’89

Taken back to the night

and

where to draw the line.

Be chivalrously autonomic

Being intimately private to true bone

Being in internal love, one but not alone.

 

Fruitless Family Fines

the Revival

The Revival

I am progress...not perfection!
I am progress…not perfection!

self searching = successful spiritual consumption
self searching = successful spiritual consumption

Through the quiet of the bedlam

You, indeed, are the victor.

Within the communal solitude of your hope

You, indeed, are the humble 

host to harmony.

Restoration erected by lack of will alone

You, indeed, are amongst the fanciful faithful few.