I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.

I Need Some Older, Wiser Being To Cry To. I Talk To God, But The Sky Is Empty, And Orion Walks By And Doesn't Speak.

Life Was Not To Be Sitting In Hot Amorphic Leisure In My Backyard Idly Writing Or Not Writing, As The Spirit Moved Me. It Was, Instead, Running Madly, In A Crowded Schedule, In A Squirrel Cage Of Busy People. Working, Living, Dancing, Dreaming, Talking, Kissing- Singing, Laughing, Learning.

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.