Rainy day, make me work my heart away
sunshine lingers overhead
thoughts drudge weary through my head
I’ve no refrain, no chorus even
to break this stale mated illusion
Heave a sigh and let it out….
rain washes the icky out…
*****
I’m in a mood. That’s what I get for laughing at my Council’s chagrin.
Oh well, I’m sure I’ve given them more than a giggle or two.
The natural order of things is what’s always on my mind. I am the
upsetter of the order of things. I have always pointed out the obvious
with the wonder of a child… I have to admit at this point that I
never imagined that the cops would show up to my party that day. I had
envisioned it so perfectly up until I got onstage, but then I knew
that John was in charge after that, and although I could predict he
would wear the wonderwoman (he’s so adept at foreshadowing), I could
never have imagined his worship coming down on me so hard. KNOWING
what he was going to do… and letting it happen anyways?
As a woman, a fully liberated and empowered human being… I also have
a great respect for the order of things… Men are the first movers.
“To each according to his gifts” as Spock would say, but naturally,
when one’s ambitions for power are equal, does it not then make sense
that SOMEONE initiate a lead?
I thought we shopped at home, and I thought we encouraged each other,
and I thought that we were supposed to value those closest to us above
all others… our circle of influence if you will. Removing the
barriers of culture, color, language, and customs is something… like
all formulas… you’d have to boil down to it’s lowest common
denominator to solve it.
“If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh?
if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that”
Men. I’m frustrated with male energies on the whole, and the urge to
beat them senseless is becoming overpowering at times. I do not want
to feel this way, I know I have male energies inside me that I’m
hating at the same time, but until someone addresses the girl, the
woman, the female in me, that which ESTABLISHES the order… calms the
stormy seas…. I will remain leaderless, in search, and growing
stronger in myself every day. That means war gentlemen, for once I
become a monument, you will not be able to tear me down… an idea in
someone’s head cannot be extracted…
Well, except for on here anyways…..