You Might Not Feel This Way Tomorrow

Goodbye momma goodbye to you too pa
Little sister you'll have to wait a while to come along
Goodybye to this house and all it's memories
We just got too old to say we're wrong

Got to make one last trip to my bedroom
Guess I'll have to leave some stuff behind
It's funny how the same old crooked pictures
Just don't seem the same to me tonight
There ain't no use in sheding no more tears mamma
There ain't no use in shouting at me pa
I can't live no longer with your fears mamma
I love you but that hasn't helped at all

Each of us must do the things that matter
All of us must see what we can see
It was long ago you must remember
You were once as young and scared as me

I don't know how hard it is yet mamma
When you relaize you're growning old
I know how hard is not to be younger
I know you've tried to keep me from the cold

Thanks for all you done it may sound hollow
Thank you for the good times that we've known
But I must find my own road now to follow
You will all be welcome in my home

Got my suitacse I must go now
I don't mind about the things you said
I'm sorry Mom I don't know where I'm going
Remember little sister look ahead

Tomorrow I'll be in some other sunrise
Maybe I'll have someone at my side
Mamma give your love back to your husband
Father you've have taught we well goodbye
Goodbye Mamma goodbye to you too pa 

Child's Song by Tom Rush

Letter to Heaven

Dear God, 

You and your son are phony cunts

Wishing you well,

Nonbeliever 

"Hey little girl is your daddy home

Did he go and leave you all alone

I got a bad desire

I'm on fire"

"Tell me now baby is he good to you

Can he do to you the things that I do

Oh no I can take you higher

I'm on fire"

"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife

Baby edgy and dull 

And cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul

"At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet

And a freight train running through the middle of my head

Only you can cool my desire

I'm on fire"

Letter to Jesus

Dear Jesus,

You don't exist

Sincerely,

Another nonbeliever

God Won't Win

I might just kill her

Stab her non existent heart with my sharp knives

But for now her I'll just kill her with my words

Hoping that karma will come through

If there is a God, I will pray that the cockroaches of the world

Will not survive the nuclear war

She is the leader of the cockroaches

And even if I must fight God for his thrown 

Just to throw her into Hell

So be it, I will stomp and trample you 

Like the worthless bug you are

And So the World Turns

And so the world turns

Along with my vision, along with my thoughts

All swallowed                   up by the dizziness

He is no friend of mine

The sound of the telephone 

And the sound of the television

Morph together and become the blur

Make it stop

I'll soon throw up

Sorrisos

What does a smile say?

Hello.....

I missed you.....

I love you.....

You're cute....

You're funny....

I'm utterly and completely 

Happy

How nice a smile is. 

I really liked this painting. It's Mother Teresa of Calcutta, and she looks utterly and completely happy. Like she knows the secrets of the world. 

The painting is by Dan Lacey. Painter of Pancakes.

And to paint such wonderful and joyful people must mean that he is utterly and completely happy. And he wants to share that happiness with his canvas. 

I only dream that one day, even for just a minute. That I will be utterly and completely happy. And that my smile will tell you exactly how I'm feeling. 

What would you do if a guy strung you along, and then decided that he wanted someone else?

Because he liked them more

And then he told people that you liked him and you chased after him

And that he never flirted back

Even though you know perfectly well that he did 

Because you still have the messages to prove it

I barely know him but I can't deny that my feelings are hurt in a way I couldn't have imagined

My pride is shattered 

I hate being anyone's lost puppy

Oh dear God, what have I done

Another day missed

Another argument awaits

How many times will I break these promises

How long until someone finds me and forces me out of hiding

I know that day is soon

And yet 

I let it Spiral

Fuck the Eighties Purple

I try and put my emotions into words but I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't seem to do any good.

For example, when I tried to explain how I felt two days ago, it came out as something like this

  I want to roll around on the floor and fuck the eighties purple

........ yeah

The Beginning of the Nonsense

Words are lovely.

Like

albatross

and cellar

and daggers

and eloquent

and other such nonsense I suppose.