WHAT IF

What if.
Art is all what if.
Consider this.
Consider this.
What if God spoke through my dog.
If there really is a dog,
Perhaps God does.
Perhaps that’s Love.

Maybe?

Maybe I need,
Inner peace,
Some sense of deep release,
To reach existential answers that lay within,
Shaking off the old,
Shedding my proverbial skin,
Continually looking in the same old mirror,
Hoping vainly somehow for a reflection that’s clearer,
As I search for the better,
Through word and through letter,
I find that my mind wanders instead,
As experience raises its ugly head,
But it is what it is,
There’s nothing wrong with that.
Maybe I just need a new hat.

Dr.Seuss Moves On

Old fish, new fish,
Sometimes blue fish,
This one is passive-agress-fish,
Makes you think it wants to stay,
But nips your heels anyway,
No, no!
This will never do fish!
No need to even think this through fish.
I don’t want that sort of play fish,
So I’m sending you awayish,
Sorry if it makes you bluish,
But out with old fish,
In with new fish.

Taking The Piss

There was a girl who took the piss,
No occasion did she miss,
Never ever caught up short,
She always had a tart retort,
A sharp tongue and sarcastic eye,
She never let a chance go by,
So wrapped up was she in her tone,
She never saw she played alone.

Your Shadow

Let me be your shadow when the night falls,
Creeping through your subconscious as it calls,
From its deepest place and its dark desire,
I can reach that spark, I can build a fire,
Softly enveloping each part of you,
Revealing things that not even you knew,
Unraveling each of your mysteries,
Your animal self, your Divinities,
Unleashing The You, you knew could be there,
The You locked inside The You when you dare,
Brick by brick we can both tear down your walls,
Let me be your shadow when the night falls.

HELP (for my sisters)

(Take a breath, and read this slowly)

Close your eyes,
Hear your breath,
Feel your heart,
In your chest,
Count the beats,
One by one,
Now the calm,
Has begun,
Reach inside,
A girl is there,
Help her up,
Stroke her hair,
Take her hand,
Kiss her cheek,
That girl is you,
The You you seek,
Now be strong,
Just for her,
Guide her way,
And be sure,
Show her love,
Kiss her face,
All will fall,
Into place,
When she is calm,
So will you be,
That inner peace,
Will set you free,
You’ll feel warmth,
And love and care,
Let your life’s choices,
Flow from there.

The What-ifs & The Could-bes

The What-ifs and the Could-bes,
God the battles can be epic,
Jeopardizing everything,
If you’re not careful and let it,
Problem is the What-ifs can be
Ever so relentless,
With weapons such as doubt and fear,
They leave one near defenseless,
“What if we’re wrong, what if it’s bad,
What if we never make it?
What if we’ve got a friendship and
then n the end we break it?”
Truth is that the Could-bes
give one so much more to win!
With just a little bit of help,
They rise above the din,
The Could-bes could be everything,
You ever thought they’d be,
The Could-bes think outside the box,
With love plus creativity,
The Could-bes can be patient,
With the bumps along the curve,
Keeping eyes upon the prize,
Because that’s what we deserve,
So stand up to the What-ifs,
Make a claim and stake it,
For what-if there’s a chance for love,
And we’re too afraid to take it.

BOXES

The comfortable box,
With its well worn thoughts,
I'm inside though I've often denied it,
I tumbled in there,
Not fully aware,
Of the patterns I found there inside it,
Boxes I have known,
I've found while I've grown,
Were a challenge though I still could break out,
This one I've just found,
Has long been around,
Left me struggling with what it's about,
It's put me to the test,
Larger than the rest,
Encompassing what I'd not considered,
Patterns long instilled,
Leaving life unfulfilled,
And many relationships withered,
Some friends who know me,
Could probably see,
(On the outside they can be objective)
On the other hand I,
As years have gone by,
Have been blinded and rather selective,
Now I've let in the light,
After struggle and fight,
From this box I will finally break free,
With thinking that's new,
I'll expand my view,
Of what love and relations can be.

Old Fish, New Fish

Old fish, new fish,
Sometimes blue fish,
This one is passive-agressivish,
Makes you think it wants to stay,
But nips your heels anyway,
No, no!
This will never do fish!
No need to even think this throughish.
I don't want that sort of play fish,
So I'm sending you awayish,
Sorry if it makes you bluish,
But out with old fish,
In with new fish.

Me