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Tell about me? Should I be honest?
Well then...I am a procrastinating, unorganized, wanna be writer mom... who has library books past due and who paid nexflix 19 bucks a month for 2 years rather than RETURN THE STUPID DVD's! Whew, it feels good to be honest!

Well that's pretty much me.

Oh, and I do like music and art. I especially like live music played by unknown artists at Open Mics. Sometimes there are a lot of bads - bad music, bad lyrics, bad singers, but there's always that one really great one that has all three just right and I always feel so lucky to be there when that happens.

ENTER MY CONTEST!









Hawking some of my faves::::

Filth Pigs
James K. Blaylock
(Master Poet!)

Fatima and the Last Fairy
BrightEyes
(Start with this one and then you MUST go on!!!)

Her Way
Ophelia of the Lake...
(this is what happens when you mess with the wrong woman!)

The First Step
Yvonne Heidt
(Start here, You must read through all of the steps)

Death Changes Life
Midnitefyrfly
(A haunting memior...read on after this one.)



Some Favorite poems and lyrics of mine::::

One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This
Gwendolyn Brooks


One wants a teller in a time like this

One's not a man, one's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.

One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.

One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now:

"Put on your rubbers and you won't catch a cold
Here's hell, there's heaven. Go to Sunday School
Be patient, time brings all good things--(and cool
Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?)
Behold,
Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual."



Little Boxes
by Malvina Reynolds


Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.




"Why" by ANNIE LENNOX


How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me...
Why
Why

I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
Tell me...
Why

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel
'cause i don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I fear
You don't know what I fear