The way I see it
My reality is fine
And the way you see it
That business ain’t mine.
The way I see it
My reality is fine
And the way you see it
That business ain’t mine.
I asked the sun so kindly
“What door shall I take?
Should I go left or right
This decision I can’t make!”
She smiled very sweetly
“You know what I’m to say
There really is no change
To what I said the other day!”
“So how about the left?” I said
“It may give me what I want
It’ll big up my ideas
In gold, italic font
Or maybe right is best
A way I’d never planned
Leaving the big city
Calling home sea and sand
Or… one day I’m in one
And another day, the other
One day I could have money
And the other day, a lover
Or right arm in the left door
And left goes in the right
Each hand fondling something
Keeping something outta sight
Another option is
I just stay where I am
So what do ya say, stay put?”
The sun replied “yes ma’am”
I thought I knew who I was
It seemed I was very wrong
Mostly thought of as being flakey
I hoped people would see me as strong
But then one day when they did
I got scared as I don’t want to be
Someone other than whom I’m familiar
So I’ll go back to flakey old me
And maybe I am strong some days
But I’ll be that behind closed doors
Like a flower that blooms behind roses
There’s no ‘ultimate being’ laws
So for now I’ll just be who I am
To not worry how others perceive
As they’ll see what they see, as they see it
And their view is the one they’ll believe
So yes, I’m as flakey as hell
Changing mind at the drop of a hat
Once I’m strong to be strong than I’ll be
And I can’t do better than that.
I’ll devour these words
Every damn letter
The dot on the i
The curve of the e
YUM, there ain’t much better
I’ll sip the t
I’ll crunch in the d
I’ll grind my teeth on the c and the p
So nothing’s more scrumptious
Than writing on the wall
What they say, who bloody cares
Each word, I’ll eat them all.
“I’ll tell of this love that I know”
She said to me one day
“So please, if your will should allow
Listen and hear what I have to say”
She spoke of the soil cushioning her
The grass tickling her ears
The sunflower towering above her
Yellow soothing and easing her fears
She told me of seeds and their spurt
How spirit moves heavens on earth
And the force that grounds deep roots
Is the same as us knowing our worth
“Don’t forget you are no different”
Her whispers I still hear
“What makes the sunset so beautiful
Is you seeking you, my dear”
And with all this love that I know
From the listened word, not spoken
I conclude that I was, all along
Whole, not once ever broken.
A herb a day
Keeps the doctor away
And calls in the witches
The white and the green
The rosemary sprig
The kiwi, the fig
All help keep me glowing
Through times hitting hard
The end of the tunnel
The light in my funnel
Isn’t further than reach
As we’re told it can be
And this delight I feel
I didn’t earn it nor steal
It’s a thought that I had
And decided to keep
When my health starts to tip
Herbal tea I do sip
And imagine my body
To be sparkly and well
It’s not easy to write when you’ve nothing to say
I pretty much face this dilemma each day
But as problems go, it’s not so big
There’s larger worries for a slaughter bound pig
Or the grass that’s brown from no rain for a week
Or the alcoholic who’s reached their peak
So writing something, a prose or two
Is just filling my time with something to do
So over and out, this poem I’ll end
Instead I’ll find something to break and then mend.
Give 100% and you’ve no where to go
60%?
“No way, too low”
40% and you’re off the scale
10%? Hanging on by a nail
30%?
Yea, that’ll do…
If you’re frail and starving or struck down by flu
There’s always 50, the happy between
For the average, make doers, not large but not lean
80% gets a tap on the head
And 20% gets our arse outta bed
90%, that seems pretty high…
“Can’t push for 100?? Tut tut, oh my”
70 then, that’ll have to do
“70 might, at a push, get you through”
1%, 12 or 103!
What number grades best when I’m just being me?