Green Haired Angel – Video/Spoken Word

Misha #3

 

Misha

Spoken word for a special someone who holds me together when I’m on the edge. I don’t know what I’d do without. With heartfelt thanks, and wishing you the recognition you deserve.

Green Hair Angel

Spoken word is coming shortly…if you haven’t seen it, I’d really love to hear some of your own work…take a look at the Studio34 for the listing if you don’t see it a post or two down. Cheers!

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She told me in a voice that wants for something more,

“I’m stuck with you and you with me,

But I don’t want to be stuck,

I just want to be happy.”
Simple words of wisdom,

Drop out the only mouth from which I tend to listed.

All around life is in tatters again,

It’s a battle of just going and going,

Churning up the ground as I try for traction.
People ask if I even know what I want,

It would be easier to drop my head in the sand,

No one wants to be confronted by the fact,

That survival doesn’t constitute a plan.
No goals

Just obligations.

Another sick hollow spot,

Self-indulgent in wasted life,

A never ending emotionless vacation.
The idea of walking a road with no end in sight,

Sounded so peaceful when I was younger.

I can’t be old enough to be this tired,

Those thoughts drag my feet,

Mired in mud six feet deep.
When you’re bound to the pipes,

The needles, the bottles, the pinners, the caps, the strips, the tabs and the doses,

The misery never knowing, always moving,

Chaotic insecurity, discomfort and the fear –

It’s easy to lose yourself in the haze,

No rag can clean vision so glazed.
Occasionally you need a multi-colored head of hair to show you that there is still more to be had.

That whatever tomorrow brings,

It’s worth holding steadfast to belief in something better.

Even if you have to lean on each other to get there.
She told me in a voice that wants for something more,

“I’m stuck with you and you with me,

But I don’t want to be stuck,

I just want to be happy.”

Katrina – Lost Daughter

(background info)

Katrina is the daughter of a young lady who was essentially my counterpart – plus breasts. Owing to some poorly relayed information and a protective need following the 6-year old girl’s admittance to counseling because she thought “that good guy (me) was going to die…” – left the mom backed into a corner. I was told never to call or contact her again, though I didn’t find this out until after writing and sending this as a letter.

Kat is the girl who moves with feline grace,

A Cheshire flashing grins all over the place.

Rina is the girl who thinks like a firecracker,

Sharp as a tack, brain to match, thought cracking master.

So when Kat disappears, lithe as a rope.

Her partner has time for mischief while both elope.

They’ll lay out their traps for mommy to find,

Materializing from thin air defying space and time.

And, occasionally mommy may crack a tooth,

To which she bellows, “Watch out, they’re on the loose!”

When their forces combine, surely a hurricane whistles,

Smashing and crashing like a runaway missile.

Theirs isn’t a rhythm, though they have a reason.

For they are a weather event with no established season.

Rain gummy bear gifts will the storm throughout Spring,

Summer has July 4th, so we know what that means.

Leaves Fall heavily into sacks until carefully deconstructed,

Then snow tries to trap them inside with all the strength it can muster.

Though their actions are sometimes bizarre,

Kat and Rina will surely go far.

For they are glowing beauties with insides to match,

The troubles they get in are because sometimes we all crash.

Mistakes can be made, and will eventually fade.

Everyone works to be better,

Life in reverse is all based on what you gave.

Still thinking of you kiddo…

 

*nearly a year later and still no contact.