For Brandy, Keelan, and LaDonna

SHOES by s. streight

Shoes, shoes, what would I do
without my lovely shoes!
They keep my little tootsies warm
They keep my feet real clean
They take me places I want to go
And don’t you dare be mean
Cause if you do, my good old shoes
will go right after you
you haven’t a chance, they’ll kick your pants
they really are a dream!

My shoes! How I love them,
I’m hoping you do too
My shoes how I love them
I have more than a few
My shiny black, teach me to dance
The Nikes, for fast running
My stiletto heels give guys a thrill
They’re more than they can stand
And lest I forget, my Sunday best
The pumps go with, my purple dress.

But alas, my favorite pair
Will walk right over you
I guess you know, my boots kick ass
Don’t say you didn’t know.

And so goodbye, the time is right
It’s time for me to go
The next shoe trend is calling me
I’m off to look again
For the shoes that catch my eye
I fear there’ll be no end
But what the heck, I love the effect
I'm sure I won't regret!

CHORUS TEN by s. streight

I never thought this would happen to us
How many times has that thought been put down
on paper or song to find it was wrong

I never thought these tears I would cry
or leaving you or saying goodbye
would cause such pain,
clinging to a tattered refrain of our love

Years have passed while our song played
chorus 10 won’t play again
These tears that drop splinter like glass
in the reverberating sound of our last dance

Lingering in the quiet halls of hope,
the radio plays, I turn down the volume
holding memories close to my heart
and brace myself for one last dance

How can it be, in this time of our lives
that one of us could leave the other
crying in the rain

No, don’t try to explain, your eyes say it all
so one last kiss and one last dance
will close this life-long romance
the ending of a sweet love song.

CRUCIFIED by s. streight

The twirling leaves
swirled around
reminding me
of thoughts I'd found
within myself; questions asked
of who I am; and what I'm about
If truth be known; and I hope it will
a conglomeration is where I’m bound
the best parts from everyone
all mixed together is what I've become
and as this thought
within me grows
the ugly things I'd come to know
I thought about
And sacrificed
layed down to rest
and crucified
till all the bitterness within my soul
disintegrated
and I let go
free at last to be just me
no longer concerned about my glass house.
Let the rocks come smashing in
I’m shatter proof, from within
Stronger now because of you
Crucified to what has been.

POOH!!!! I had a lot more written, but blogger ate it and I'm not going to do it all again except to say, "Keelan!!!! I've looked for Lucas' beat up piece of truck every time I go by there and haven't seen it parked where it was that day."

M-Kay Maybe next time blogger will cooperate and you'll get more info.

My Latest Poem by s. streight

NO DISCERNMENT

The man lived life with no discernment
Never marking the path he trod
Seemingly stupid to life’s consequences
Noncommittal to any senses.

Walking as if he had no eyes
Stepping where he ought to not
Closing his ears to what goes through mind
Falling into cracks along life’s road.

And not only that
But…

Acting as if things won’t befall him
Brainlessly trudging along
Molecules of strife scattered behind
Trailing in discontentment.

Stubbing his toe on what’s in plain view
Eyes looking ahead, but seeing nothing
Fast-forward run toward idiocracy
Insulated in his own superiority.

What he refuses can harm him plenty
But ignorance is bliss in a case like his
If unawareness were all it was, acceptance could be given
But alas, total abandonment, seems to be the cause.

And so he goes in this haphazard fashion
Daring discipline to come
Tossing aside all sane reason
Defying rational wisdom.


Happy belated St. Patrick's Day birthday to my daughter!

Two of my daughters, Brandy and Keelan came up last week and Keelan's friend LaDonna. I had a great time! I don't get to see them often so them being here was a lot of fun.

I'm comitted to going to the gym now. I have on and off for always, but have been off more than on lately. However, I am seeing great results in my body. I feel so much better too so it is something I will not give up again.

Guess that's it for now.

<>I blogged using netscape and it's all out of whack!

Poetry by s. streight

MEMORIES <>
Time and space have no meaning
when in memories a person lingers
a simple touch, an aromatic fragrance
a fleeting smile make simple pleasure.
Lost in time, in memories gone
<>passing feelings wander by
echoing thoughts of long ago
of songs and feelings

I used to know.

<>IN PURSUIT OF MAN

Evil lurks in the guise of man

waiting

always in pursuit

of

Scared little men in their

starched suits

afraid to do what’s right

living life in

disrepair

while their souls tag along

disintegrating …..

out of sight.

IMPATIENCE

Time stands still

when impatience abounds

an ungrounded feeling ensues

stress engulfs

with its stifling touch

solidly welding the two.

ONCE by s. streight

I read some writings
Once…
from a long time ago and
I heard a voice
Once…
spoken back when
and was surprised to discover
I recognized both
writer and speaker
the way he was then.

The inward out style
the attitude of voice
have all been traded
for an outward bound silence
the traces of passion
that peppered his speech
now lay on his tongue
in hushed retreat.

I wish I’d known
his free-flowing verse
what flowed from the inside
he crammed in reverse
now inward it goes
emotions ice-capped
reflections of youth
disassembled by wrath.

Willingness to expose
emotions no more
veiling from himself
the truth that he seeks
prisoned there
in the adult he’s become
the silence that slumbered
awakens from sleep.

Still working on the last two lines. I'm not sure they say what I want them to say.

AAhh...

So...I've had a couple of glasses of wine, a bowl of ice cream and I'm feelin' mighty fine! My mom told me today, I talk northern. I'd rather keep my southern roots. I like sayin' fixin' and y'all. I need to get back to my Okie roots! I wanna go home! But, I like Indiana. I'm in a fix, ya know?

I bought the book, "Second Sight". It's the book that The Two Lives of Jenny Logan was based on. Much of the movie was taken from the book, but there is a difference. The book merges the past with another element such as another dimension. In the book, Jenny dies and goes to another dimension to live with whatshisname. He dies in her world, but she and he live in another dimension. Ok...so it is weird, but I like the book and the movie.

I also bought some other books I enjoy. Write about them later.

DAYS AHEAD

I look forward to days ahead
when time will heal all wounds
a bright new dawning of sights and sounds
music to my weary soul.
Until then I keep the thought
of brighter days approaching
and mark my calendar with a hopeful check
looking toward that far off goal.

HOMESICK

Homesickness is stuck to me
like molasses syrup hidden in a tree
waiting there, just to be tapped
slowly oozing like punctured tree sap
clinging to me in a sticky mass
until in heartache I collapse at last
all at once I’m homesick bound
feeling depressed and very down
longing for familiar faces
yearning for my homey places.

WILL OUR LIVES

Will our lives return to normal
If they ever were
Or will our lives continue to spiral
Always in a stir
Will a time come when all is quiet
If it ever was
Will our lives be full of joy
Instead of in a fuzz
Will the burdens of this time
Evaporate like dew
Or will we always live in strife
That fits us like a shoe
It seems of late, that’s all I’ve known
Perhaps it always was
Turmoil falling down on us
cascading from above.