Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Hello God. The mad woman is now an adult.

It is going to happen;
once more.

I keep count, no more.
But, my intuitions grow
like vines, creepers;

or is it just the sand
falling from closed fists?

Get away get away. The ease of
these thoughts, the words that form..

A shield, protector, strength:
call it what you will.It builds,builds.


It is a ball game now,
pendulum-like. I am at the edge.

I keep scribbling mindlessly,
it makes sense to me.

The half desire for you to read- ugh.
I almost do not want to see that.

This one for you-no no no.
If only it made a difference oh!

Boom, crash, down.
There, deal with it once more.

What is it this time?
Who cares- time is ticking,

Live live live.
Life is short.

It is a ticking bomb
a duck, a fall.

Up, up up. Yes, I am
walking again.

I was taught to be strong.
And its been a lesson; long.

Strong,long- I thought the rhyme
was it all. Ha ha ha!

I am an adult now; insanity:
I wish for.

I could almost catch it in a child's jump.
But a child no more.

That little escape,
no trial, no effort no salvation
at all.