Oh My!

I am slowly learning the things I thought as a child. They were true, some of them, and this one was saved for after the bad news that so mant of my delusions were precisely that. I am not entirely a fool!

I had thought, it was sort of foreshadowed by a teacher in Enlish Literature who instead of poetry we studied Lyrics from old songs. I then decided that Poetry had been the evolution of song. When I listened more carefully to the Smiths my shock continued, but this I think just occurred to me as I was washing dishes.

The forms used in popular poetry and songs are the very same "forms" I had studied in Form and Analysis courses at Ole Miss (Theory IV). And Lena likes to find patterns in rhyme schemes and I had noticed that they are similar to those we studied, too. This cries out for careful reseach and a dutiful paper by some reknowned musicologist or professor of theory somewhere, currently, i do not have much evidence beyond a hunch. Speaking of hunches, I need to finish my season of "Terra Nova" I had paused it to put the kids in bed. where someone said not to discredit information just because there is no evidence, yet.

My Love

Please note, to assume my poetry to be autobiographical would be your imposition not mine.

I never Loved you
though I wish I did.
And if you loved me back
You'll likely wish you never had
I never want to harm a soul, by doing what I must
But doing what I must I find I'll hurt us both so much

Some things are too painful to write about
And this is one of them, My love

I can't find words
to say what must be said
To write another song of love
A heart, now all has bled
I only want to speak the truth I only want to say
The things to make you understand this love won't go away

Some things are too painful to write about
And this is one of them, My love

My love is like a soldier fighting for the one he holds
in the highest place imagined
Stil another he must harm (Someone must be slain).

I'd like to take all the
Blame for what is done
But, My heart speaks clearly of
A soul who won't be one
My heart won't let me serve a man although he might be king
Steal my heart, not just my head, that is the only thing

Some things are too painful to write about
And this is one of them, My love

A note while I'm here

Joe always wants to play cars. so, I pretended that I (as a car) wanted to go to a drive in and watch a movie! It worked.

Another funny thing.He took off his shirt and wanted to wear one of mine, he found one in my drawer and brought it to me saying " Shirt! Shirt!" He took the dresser apart, too. Silly boy.

Ya know. getting sleep makes me tired!

another song

Still with training wheels. I've not regained my skills, but I don't plan on giving up. i want this too much.

here it is:

I'm sitting on the bed alone
texting on the telephone, just waiting, waiting...
waiting for him to walk in and notice me
will today be the day that I hear him say

My, you look so very pretty
And I think your hair looks nifty.
Can we just sit here for a while? While I sit and stare
And think about how lucky I am just to see one such as you

But, you see me everyday I say
And you know it's true, but I try to turn your head
all of this id do is for you.
All of it's for you. Cause I love you
And I want you to say

My you look so very pretty
And I think your hair looks nifty.
Can we just sit here for a while? While I sit and stare
And think about how lucky I am just to see one such as you

Today will finaly be the day
I feel alright, I look okay.
I look into the mirror and I see
the girl that I always tried to be and now I'll only want one thing. to hear the words in honesty

My you look so very pretty
And I think your hair looks nifty.
Can we just sit here for a while? While I sit and stare
And think about how lucky I am just to see one such as you

but, I'm just sitting on the bed
All of this is in my head
I know he won't walk in and notice me

Excerpt from what I wrote today

This is just the begining, nothing's set in stone,
But something draws you to me. We won't be alone.
This is who I am,
If it's not what you want, I'll just try again, Maybe things will work out
In the end.

.........................

So, now, I've spent a lifetime trying to impress
It seems that my best's not good enough, I never pass the test.
This is who I am,
If it's not what you wanted at least one of us will be happy
In the end.

Deluding of Gylfi

(This is the actual story, alot of changes I wanted to make I didn't disobeying my Holywood notions ofcreating a more interesting story. The story is interesting the way it is)

In the first days of spring
the day was closing
the sun was calling aback it's rays
signaling the end of day
The gods deign to play a little stunt
with a little plot of land
these gods all seemed to be giants
when compared to man
with the exception of a fair woman
who they placed before a king named Gylfi.

Gylfi, though a king was man,
and at the close of day,
This man feared being alone and so he looked for company
disguised as a man named Gangerli, he wandered very far
until he found a certain place
where the wisest of all gathered.

Seeing all of these wise men
his questions began to flow
He asked of earth's creation
So promptly they answer so he seeks more to know
Answered almost too quickly
He knows they cannot be men

But, from their perches above the earth
they spy a way to trap
By filling in his need with the maiden fair
And giving her their wisdom
Now she entered willing to be the mouthpiece of such respect

The woman lured him away with stories of
How it all began.
It was all too much for Gylfi to question
So he just believed
This is what she said:
One of the gods had a daughter named Night
Who was dark enough to blind all sight
She married an Other and had a child
A daughter they named Earth.
Then she wedded "Shining One"
And had a son named Day.

The mother, Night and brother, Day
Ride chariots through the sky
watching over Beautiful Earth
Protecting where she lie.

This was not enough, still, for our disguised king
He sought to know futher yet
About the Sun and moon

Continuing she answered him how mortal man did bear
Two daughters of the brightest sort, fairest above fair.
This made the gods jealous and placed them in the sky
One was named Sun, brighter still, than the other named moon.
I have far much more to say
but ill save for another day.
Then his questions shift from day to season
Summer is so hot and so he asked to know the reason.

Weary of his questions
She instead attack his ignorance
Explaining that everyone knows all of this.
There are two children, of gods, no doubt
One of them named Summer and the other Winter.
And though they never meet, they definately try.

You might begin to wonder
how it is they never die,
Because they are of gods all
Eternity is in them.
You surely have heard of Elves.

Our king feels the weight of all of his questions
Pressing on his eyelids
So, he deigns to sleep.
He offers this woman thanks
by granting her a ploughland.

Her giant, godly siblings,
fitted her plough with giant oxen.
And dug a chanel though his land
leaving a huge Swedish lake and creating Zealand.

Now, who was deluded, I ask?
The loosers of which task
The king who believed a story and gave thanks
Or the gods for thinking his self was not a prank?

Actually a song I wrote and like

Music is the next natural step when writing poetry, huh?



Though I'm awake,
Let me just stay as I am.
Unmoving, enjoying the sensation of not knowing what to do
and not caring.

I'm sitting here wide awake now
knowing exactly what to say,but it doesn't feel as real.
Why didn't I just turn around and kiss you?
That doesn't even matter now anyway
I'm awake

Still awake,
thinking clearly now, and I choose you
it really doesn't matter if I'm dreaming or if
I'm awake.