Where My Heart Is

Where My Heart Is

I drive this highway more often than I can say.

As I glance at the blue sky filled with brilliant cotton clouds,

I wonder if I truly belong here.

The evergreen and aspen covered mountains surround me.

I am encircled with beauty and love.

But it's difficult to determine.

Can I really call this place mine?

Sitting in this circle with you,

Reading words from a page.

Surrounded by black fabric, gray walls, gray floor,

I look at the empty chairs in the House,

And my gaze lifts toward that magic box.

My soul is filled 

With an overwhelming sense of wonder and elation.

As I recognize - this is home.

(July 24, 2015)

Longing To Be Loved

Longing To Be Loved

Everywhere you look
You will find people
Longing to be loved.
Desiring to be touched
Held.

We try to find something
That feels like home.
Even if we don't know
Exactly what that even means.
Familiar.

The truth is simple
Love is ambiguous
And cryptic at times.
Nobody can be sure.
Uncertain.

But we give it our best guess
And we learn to give
What we can
And take what is given.
Love.

(February 4, 2015)

You Don't Love Her

You Don't Love Her

I heard you slept with her again.
Even though you told me
You don't love her.
I wouldn't say I'm angry
Well, maybe just a little.
You said it won't work.
You don't even want it to,
But you're stringing her along
Every time
And then you accuse her
Of obsessive behavior
Which might be justified.
You tell her it's over
But when she craves
Your affection
You don't resist the temptation
Of her charms.
So don't be that guy.
Because you told me
You don't love her.

(February 4, 2015)

I Don't Know What To Do

I Don't Know What To Do

Listen to me.
I'm going to be honest.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to visit you.
I don't know what to do.
I'm an actress.
Not a teacher.
I can't force him to do his work
Any more than you can.
I'm lost.
I don't understand.
I did my homework.
I came home and got it done.
I wasn't allowed to do
Anything until it was.
I knew what I had to do
And I did it.
He has the same rules.
We've taken everything away.
I ask what he needs to do.
He says he's done.
What more can I say?
We lecture.
We yell.
We threaten.
We swear.
I don't know
How meeting like this
Is going to change anything,
Or even help in any way.
I don't want to be here.
I don't know what to do.

(December 2, 2014)

It's Poetry, Darling

It's Poetry, Darling

It's poetry, darling.
So just let it enter your soul.
Let it into your mind,
And your heart,
And reach down to your bones.
Let it pull something out of you
You didn't know was even there.
Listen
And let it tell you something new.
Let it fill your brain with ideas
So strange and divergent
You find you want to hide
And never come outside.
It's poetry, darling.
So just let it into your soul
And allow yourself to feel.

(August 19, 2014)

Bad Blood

So I heard this song, and I really like it.  But as I was listening to it, it made me think about how I would respond if someone came to me with the same request.  This is what I came up with.

Bad Blood

There is bad blood here.
No one is denying that.
There is bad blood.

You asked me to let it dry.
But friend, this isn't my claret spot.
My heart was stitched long ago.

I said my goodbyes.
And I walked away.
Relieved when it was done.

Now you want to dig up the dead?
Opening wounds long scarred over.
Like that would make things better.

No, I have not forgotten how I felt.
But I have left that anger behind me.
I will not drown for them.

So yes, there is bad blood here.
But I let it dry years ago.
Perhaps someone else should let it go.

(June 26, 2014)

Here's the song:

For You

For You

When I wake up tomorrow,
You will be gone.
I am melancholy
Because I can't follow.
We have different paths
This time.
When we meet again
I know I will have missed
Your smile.
But not realized
Just how much.
So tonight I will
Play my best for you
And I will dedicate
My last show to you.

(May 5, 2014)