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At just 13 I hit the open streets
Every stranger was the world I'd meet
My every sorrow in the things they cried
A wastrel wandering through a lullaby

State to state and town to town I'd go
From desert dawn to Colorado snow
Both oceans soothed away my salty aches
Thunder showing me the sound truth makes

Stormy beaches in California
Hurricane warnings in the Florida Keys
Everywhere I went the clouds were forming
And every storm I met was just like me
In my wastrel days

Starlit meadows and an Autumn sky
Lilac breezes as the clouds roll by
Life was the essence of a southern kiss
And a Dixie woman that I sometimes miss

Instrumental in my wastrel days
Were dreams of angels who'd correct my ways
But they never showed I'm uncorrected still
Wild at heart I wander where I will

Stormy beaches in California
Hurricane warnings in the Florida Keys
Everywhere I went the clouds were forming
And every storm I met was just like me
In my wastrel days

Cold Utah morning nineteen-Christmas time
And home is nothing but a dream of mine
I guess it's nothing but a good dream still
That I'd like to find but maybe I never will

Stormy beaches in California
Hurricane warnings in the Florida Keys
Everywhere I went the clouds were forming
And every storm I met was just like me
In my wastrel days

i feel i am poison in a world of dreamers i am lost in a void a forgotten memory of self doubt i will die out unnoticed alone i feel a saddened heart inside of me i walk through the clouds falling breaking every moment gone every one passing my by not a friend to love me my soul feels like shattered glass i am poison in a world of dreamers i will fall without you with me my friend

after this weirdo wedding took place
(words of the preacher still fresh in my head)
went off to find lodging for the night
found the "Treetop Inn" could provide us bed

our wedding night, overlooking the interstate
didn't really matter, we watched the sun rise
I guess we did things that most would and would not do
but next day, boy, was I in for a surprise

come morn' we traveled a side road following Dismal Creek
we were to visit my new wife's cousin James
incarcerated in a Virginia State Prison
Bland Correctional Institute was it's name

he had killed a nun and had crippled another
driving drunk late one night on the interstate
thought he was heading west, but was in the east lane
when he hit them head on, thus sealing his fate

James plead guilty at his trial
he testified that he drank too many beers
no one rushed to his defense
the judge sentenced him to seven to ten years

so me in shorts, tennis shoes, and white tee shirt
and my new wife in her frilly bright frock
went to see her cousin, in jail for four years
when we arrived, I was in for a shock

apparently they had a dress code, shorts were not allowed
I was issued a gray prison pant, into which I quickly changed
in the visitors area, I fit into the crowd
(praying that a heads up to the guards about me had been arranged
'cause all the cons had shirts of white with trousers of gray
was sitting there sweatin' bullets, what more can I say?)

so I got to meet her cousin James (sweet and repentful)
and yes, I was allowed to leave when we got up to go
it was an experience that I'd just as soon forget
(so why the sam hill did I bring it up for you to know?)

many years later, after his parole, I saw James again
in spite of earlier declarations, he had returned to old ways
drunken, beligerant, hateful, and mean, would only take time
til he would spend more prison time to study the error of his days

well....I gave my wife her blue eyed girl
that she had wanted so badly
for a couple years life was awhirl
then we began acting madly
our love was done
our time was over
....................

Some honeymoon, huh?

pulse fade's too non, spirit's knockin yet nobody's home. Glued to the wall's encompassing light vision's of real with no eyeball'd sight. On the air lays no weight look down from above personal fate. Flying in midst of silver dart light. Enveloped in ways of transitional fix. Loved ones let go in medium space, irrational thoughts pre open air stride, in conscious mind space fear sets you aside. Time as you knew it's now time to clock out. Your life an time written's been lived out in your life~

My love is gone,
my life is gone,
where's that perfect fitting glove.

My brain is locked,
my gun is cocked,
my soul flows down the drain,

My coffin is oak,
my headstone's a joke,
nobody comes and visits.

I did this,
it was all my wish,
now I guess I'm finally free.

Why is life such a contradiction
Why is true love only fiction
Why are happy endings as rare as a precious stone
Why does sadness never leave you alone

How can I feel like the stars are within my reach today
But tomorrow is filled with dark clouds taking those stars away
How can the sun light up my world in one second
But darkness sweeps in and shadows my world in an instant

Today is filled with joy and laughter
Tomorrow it's a distant memory replaced by sorrow
Love consumes your every thought
Then hate takes over and pains all you got

Put all your trust in your best-friend
You end up shattered struggling to put the pieces together again
You think you found your soulmate
Dreams are shattered and you scream at fate

Love vs hate,joy vs sorrow
That's what makes up today and tomorrow
For as much as we ask Why Why Why
Earth is full of contradictions until the day we die

so two oh oh nine is nearly over,
and what have we new to say ?
did we learn anything from it,
to make for a better day ?

the millenium bug now's a decade old,
and not much did it really stir.
it did make money for I.T. pros,
no one questioned all that air.

nine eleven was two years later
those events they changed the world.
gone the feeling of security.
big brother watching - have you heard?

two oh oh four the tsunami shouted,
to this day, five years ago.
two hundred thirty thousand died that day.
lost their lives and didn't know.

doom and gloom seem to engulf us,
making news ugly to see.
can we be hopeful for tomorrow?
difficult answer - i'll wait and see.

let us all unite together,
whatever colour one might be.
blood is red in any vessel,
spilt it spreads. pain is colourless.

love should conquer all, they say,
they may think this is a game.
if the human race was reborn,
chances are we do the same!

Happy thoughts...........Sad reflections.
Joyous emotions..........Crying tears.
Deep awakenings..........Depressed visions.
Physical longings........Deadened receptors.
Sparkling dreams.........Hardened skin.

Approaching balance
Quiet solitude
Emotions handled
New start to new day

i the raven will choose my life for my life is fragile my heart is delicate under the tree of peace i stand for honor in the rain i feel iv overcome for all obstacles have vanished im ready for the one big plan god grant me wings to fly in paradise grant me an angel a moment of hope i the raven suffers until heaven returns

I dreamt of running,running,running,My subconsiousness coated in dark shadows,fears and tears,Still running,running,running,I could hear footsteps,Oh ! the intensity of my fears create another down pour of tears as more monster like shadows appear ,Terrified and screaming i awoke ! suddenly realizing it was my subconsiousness playing tormenting tricks with my over active mind,Again i closed my eyes letting my mind adrift to a pleasant place til my consciense came knocking on my door,Hey, Wake up ! Wake up ! it's a brand new day once more. Written Robyn Bashford ,Written on 13.1.2003. All rights reserved.