I'm a wild deer girl
Bounding through suburban streets
Why do you take aim?
Unsocialized=1) To unravel the life long binding up of ones wild nature by societies "shoulds" and "shouldn'ts". 2) To find ones own inner truth, without regard to the outside world.
I cast away the ridged rod of propriety thrust at me for years, a lifetime really. Good girl warnings and fingers wagging. A supervised life, monitoring my every thought and deed. How I should think and speak. How I should look and dress.Who I should see. Where I should work and live. "Honey, keep your (freshly shaved) knees together." It's OK to leave that stick up your ass if you want. I'll even help sand down the splintered edges and grease it up. But, my heart beats with yearning to pluck that rod out, cast it deep into the fertile earth, garnish it with ribbons of joy and laughter, and dance a naked Maypole dance under the bright light of the harvest moon. I yearn to chase butterflies barefoot through my garden, dirt squishing between my toes. I long for a warm summer afternoon, sitting on the deck with my girlfriends, drinking margaritas and laughing till we pee our pants. I'm sorry if this disturbs you, but I have to set myself free. I choose a juicy life over a death-like suppression. I need to follow my wild nature and become unsocialized.
Friday, June 27, 2008
06/26/08 Lucky number 13
I'm a circus girl
Prompting a big life of fun
Adventure my game
"Let's run away and join the circus" she says. When I hear her I know I'm buried deep. This wild little girl, that loves adventure, comes to dig me out of my comfy old rut. She makes such a clatter, to wake me up when I'm sleep walking through life. Then she disappears, slipping back through the veil of consciousness. I wish she would stay. How fun would life be if she made the decisions?
Prompting a big life of fun
Adventure my game
"Let's run away and join the circus" she says. When I hear her I know I'm buried deep. This wild little girl, that loves adventure, comes to dig me out of my comfy old rut. She makes such a clatter, to wake me up when I'm sleep walking through life. Then she disappears, slipping back through the veil of consciousness. I wish she would stay. How fun would life be if she made the decisions?
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The Great Loss of 06/23/08
Sacred death given
A soul promise kept with love
Silence fills my home
After 4 years of cancer, Peanut's body is in peace. I hope her soul is running free with, her partner, Tin-tin (who died last fall).
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
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