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Pink Kicks

Pink kicks
Today I was walkin down the street
With my pink Asics on my feet
A man drove by and nudged his wife
And said hey babe I think she’s a nine

The man got slapped and slammed on his brakes…
Pulled into his driveway …
Stopped and said to me:

What size are your feet?
I replied a 9 or 9 and a half usually
The man said as his wife stood by:

I got some pink shoes for you, why don’t you give them a try?

I said alright, sure I was just headed to the DMV but I’m interested so I’ll see

The man came out with a Yum shoe box
And opened it up…
The shoes were big like my feet with pink shiny stuff

I said they fit
They said good and his wife was cool
I was on my way to the DMV with a fresh pair of new shoes.

The Truth Is

The truth is…
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You are born and then you are on your way out. You show up naked and alone. Your Mother holds you as you scream and cry in the bright lights. The world is yours, and you are apart of the world.

Your tongue- sharp like a King’s sword. It flips and hums with your voice box, creating vibrations and magic throughout the air. You speak aloud, you look honest, you are honest.

One day, you are able to understand what someone tells you. You then begin to slowly learn the ways of the world.

You’ve been told so many things. You have adjusted to be apart of the earthling dream.

You ask, “who am I?” You begin discovering your senses, your ticks, your urges, your limits, your power… you find you.

In the mirror, you see you. You begin to question yourself who you are again. But this time, it’s different.

That person you thought you knew, was an accumulation of characteristics and thoughts that the human dream projected onto you.

“Who am I really?” you ask.

Your self exploration begins again. You spend every day trying to find the answers. Your ‘clean-up’ protocol mimics a computer. Reprogram, reboot, delete, backspace, defragment, repair…

The maps are rolled out. The windows are open. Rewiring takes place.

Your eyes reopen like they did when you first saw the bright lights in the world.

And this time, Mother Earth and Universe greets you with open arms and you hug spiritually like a tree.

Clarity takes focus.

“I finally see.”

You spend years trying to find more clarity and focus.

You want to uncover the mysteries. Some uncover. Some don’t.

You gravitate toward people who are like you. You finally find your people. Your tribe.

You learn how to be an even better person in every way. You count your blessings. You understand the real definition of love.

You become harder and stronger, yet soft and sensitive.

“It is what it is” you say. “Life really is short, and I know now what I need to live by.”

“I just want to be back in my Mother’s arms. I want to live to love.”
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THE END

The Kicker

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Desperate for attention
Dying to be heard
The little girl is screaming like a baby bird

She doesn’t really see,
She doesn’t really hear,
Except her own voice drawing her near

Mirrors mirrors mirrors
A lonely reflection
Fears fears fears
Sheer rejection

Drain out the inside
Blood bath flood
Your soul is drowning in the mud

Kick kick
Scream scream
Will she be the queen in her dream?

Mirrors mirrors mirrors
A lonely reflection
Fears fears fears
Sheer rejection

Bib of Life

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Your life is a little big bang

You were created by love

You are not to blame

Raised by your parents

Whoever they may be

Were you raised with Cheerios

Or fruit off the tree?

Carved, molded- sold for gold

Like we’re taught

We do what we’re told

Raised and braised you little short rib

You were kicking in that high chair

Trapped in a monkey bib

Spaghetti in your tiny hands

Squoosh Squoosh

Bananas in your bowl

Moosh moosh

Groomed for the game

It’s now go time

Are you going to choose the Cheerios

Or are you going to drink the wine?

She’s Not There

Lyrics time…
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Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her
She’s not there

Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked
The way she’d act and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she’s not there

Well no one told me about her, what could I do
Well no one told me about her, though they all knew
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her
She’s not there

Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked
The way she’d act and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she’s not there

But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her
She’s not there

Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked
The way she’d act and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she’s not there

Song by The Zombies

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