Sun WorshipLight and darkMasculine and feminineGood and evilOne cannot, or should notbe aknowledged without the otherRecognizing this and not wanting toappear completely negligent...Wearing little more than sunglassesand sunscreenI head outGrabbing water, a book and a hatTo help fortify myself to sit in thesweltering heatTrying to make peace with theSun God.
ShutteredEyesBeing the windowsto my soul,I seldomlymake eye contactfor long.
My ConfusionIt is your face I see when I close my eyesIt is what appears in my dreams to disruptYou: one of the first thoughts of my dayWhy is this?You; who for so long were nothing to meYour pain, anger and confusion, my ownEven though I am in the dark with themHow did this happen?Cravings I have no had in quite a whileBut given a chance, would have no idea how to act on themOr if I even would.
ContradictionMe; ContradictionDo not try to pigeon hole meI am a square peg to your round holeI am neither liberal nor conservativeChristian nor PaganI am allAnd was taught too much to be noneI am me.I have claimed to be neither Hippy nor GothI have never been accused of being PrepRedneck, maybeHey, Im me.I will dress how I pleaseAll black with lace one daySkirt and sandals the nextJeans and tee todayWrap dress and heels tomorrowThen jump in the river wearing itIm me.I will listen to what I wantIron Maiden or Metallica yesterdayLater The DoorsThen turn on some TchaikovskyDream to Lorenna McKennittDance to E NomineDrive to RammsteinOnly later debate if I want Blackmores Night, Billie Holliday or Dropkick MurphysMaybe some Bob MarleyNo, Robert JohnsonWhat is my mood?I cannot fit your stereotypesNor will I tryI am meI live in the suburbsDream of the countryBut go to the city to danceWhen I decide I want to be around othersMaybe especially th
RootsRootsDo I have any?I've wandered for yearsSearching for...What?A sense of home,A place I feel comfortable,A soul I recognize?I've tried to provide itfor my childrenBut can anyone this restlessdo that?They knowI belong nowhere,Or everywhereHave I passed this feeling along?She diedAnd I realizedShe was my roots.All my rebellion aside,Where she wasWas home.Can I hope to provide the same?
HomeThe volume rises inthe houseAh! My babies are home...