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i am far away
i remember the drift as my own.
we know what comes
and a strange feeling
lying on my back
translating the blankness
of a once white ceiling

peace from the night

from the fury of the warm wind

not planned

i am told I dont want right.

i know what they Wanted. from me. what I could not give, i would not overspend.
i know a difference, because here is not there.
i know they tell the rest not to drift where I am.
but even so
shame rides her mind at night.

i know a lot more than I let on to.

they probably ask the mirror where they went wrong, the missing pieces. she has a head hung in shame over me.

it's my drive.

there is more than the steel embrace of cages.

i thought we all were

I don't know if you can hear me,
or if your'e even there
I don't know if you would listen
to a gypsy's pray'r
Yes I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see your face and wonder
Were you once an outcast too


God help the outcasts hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
God help my people, they look to you still
God help the outcasts or nobody will

I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can posess
I ask for God and his people to bless me

I ask for nothing I can get by
But I know so many less lucky than I
God help the outcasts, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were the children of God

I thought we all were the children of God

lone

alone can take many different shapes.

alone folds over me. the point at which we all walk with severed cords, half empty hearts.

alone can feel together, elated by the memory. together is there also. its not completely solitary. sometimes we look outside of peripheral.

alone is a lot of things, alone comes at birth, even in my mothers arms the one who brought life to me, alone is coming. life is that way.

i am a wild flower, travelling gyspy who loves the earth. I sing about the empty road, the open soul.


'falling back to separateness, to be always and irrevocably other blooming outside domestic gardens."

tommorrow

trying to name what is affecting me as of late. I feel a broader understanding of human suffering, of all.

not frustration either

but a deep calm and a concern riding along. though sometimes it does flesh me.

builds me.

small

small is a feeling that comes when you are looking too hard. i think human is a funny word that tries and tries again to remake itself. we all tire of the plasticity, the urgent tragics, the flame, all that resonance.

we all talk about rescuing but really this is no utopia. it is a long tangled web.

Those who have lost are ones I can know best.

the feeling of transparency sometimes
sometimes I mistake that with peace. even still can I deny the beauty of the fade? I always caressed the scenery.

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call it war
i'm pasting it down
in the rotten paged books
as error.

a wide scar
opening claiming more
of me and I feel I am thinning
out
asking a gloved woman
for the scapel
cause the way we all
collide accidentally
happens, and if what happens happens
no thinking is left but here
dangling

hearing moans that wake you
when you are away
all I can say now is how
to keep the triage
down to a whisper.

asking where the humans went
between stitching flesh
of thirsting wounds.

sirens everywhere
watching them need, bleed at once...

scar crossed

I don't wonder as much what they think, ask. Not as much. What is seen though? Some girl who is shut away in her room all day. Cause I feel them asking.

"She okay?"


You know how I tell things.

explain the reality as a widely crossed scar. Not pretending, still can see the flicker in my eyes though I may stand straight.

into the dark

There were stairs they were steep
I was falling falling deep
You were there you were small
There was screaming down the hall

I've been here sleeping all these years

There comes a time we all know
There's a place that we must go
Into the soul into the heart
Into the dark

There was fire there was death
There was lying on your breath
I turned away I would pretend
But the burning never ends

I've been here sleeping all these years

There was a wave over the house
There was fear choked in my mouth
You were there you left your mark
As I stumbled in the dark

melissa etheridge

child

Where did my body go, the night that my soul gave in
Fell from that high window into burning skies
Where did my body go, the night that my soul gave in
Fell from the high window into God's eyes

Answer me that question, you'll get the biggest kiss
You have been waiting for, for your whole life
Answer me that question, you'll get the biggest smile
You have been waiting for since you were a child

Where did my spirit go, the night that my soul gave in
Fell from that high stairwell into stranger's arms
Where did my spirit go, the night that my soul gave in
Fell from that high stairwell to sounds of alarms

Answer me that question, you'll get the biggest kiss
You have been waiting for, for your whole life
Answer me that question, you'll get the biggest smile
You have been waiting for since you were a child

When you were a child, did you think about things
You thought in your lifetime you'd never see
When you were a child, did you think about monsters
When you were a child, did you think about things
You thought in your mind would be only bad dreams
Nightmares... truth... dares

What is this this emptiness, so deep inside my chest
Feels like it's poisonous, won't disappear
Could this be history, trying to cradle me
If so her lessons are ephemeral at best

-rachael sage