Angry Old Man

I see an old man dashing past me
Down a busy street.
Carrying his walking frame,
Shouting things that should be beeped.
What is he chasing after?
Why does he curse and swear?
Everybody wonders too.
They stop their work and stare.


I saw this scene when I was in the market at my old house with my parents. I was a little girl. The funniest part was how he carried his walking frame and ran.

White Dog, Black Dog

I crave the wrong, I want the right;
Both sides are tugging, calling.
I choose the dark, ignore the light,
Then sorrow at my falling.

White dog Black dog fight in me;
Sometimes there's 'most no fight at all.
I know it's not, but seems to be
Patterned somewhat cyclical.

Wendy's Mommy

Mother passes, daughter weeps.
We come, we sit, we smile, we greet.
Try to act like something's wrong.
Read a psalm and sing a song.
Hang our heads down low and heavy,
Wait an hour and then get ready,
To leave, because we do not bear
The pain the daughter cannot share.


I wrote this after coming home from a funeral that was very cordial.

Upon This Train

Today upon this train I sit
Awaiting when I shall return
To my dear husband, Ma, and kid
And tell them all what I have learned.

Upon this train I sing my songs
And wonder at the echo's ring.
For this train ride must be so long,
And I'll be bored if i don't sing.

I met some people, kind but grave
Who fear the train will never reach.
I could not stand their panicked state,
So I got the Reverend to stand and preach.

I write to you, dear ones at home,
With pen in hand and tear in eye.
I miss you so, oh you must know,
That you are in this heart of mine.


I wrote this after I had a dream set in the old West, in which I took a long train ride. It's very random.

Judges Self-Proclaimed

Judged from every side,
People looking straight into your eyes
Thinking, "Why is she doing what she's doing now?
It should be this way, should be how."
Why are you staring at me when you're blind?
What in the world are you trying to find?
You can't see my heart,
What you see is just the outside part.

I wrote this long ago in a fit of fury, haha.

Emmanuelle

Emmanuelle, you lonely child.
You walked the world within a mile.
Forced to grow up a tad too fast,
Could not your innocence last!

I prayed for you, Emmanuelle,
That in your haste, you'd still be well.
But so it seems, my prayers were vain,
For you today in a coffin lay.

Where did your money trickle down?
Where is that fame you said you'd found?
Emmanuelle, oh Emmanuelle.
How sad your story is to tell!

Souls Around Me

Oh, Sad Soul,
Rejoice evermore.
You are a'waiting
For the heaven's galore.
That was promised you
In the Old Book of Faith.
Gather your self now,
Just a while more wait.

Oh, Doubtful Soul,
Childlike heart all up-grown?
Now for all things
Evidence must be shown.
And if there is none,
Then you will not believe.
To earthly logic
You hang and you cleave.

Oh, Weary Soul,
Is this race far too long?
Can't but look back
At the times you were strong?
Out is the fire
That once burned in your eyes.
Winded and wounded,
Know that God hears your cries.