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Been a long time (no see, hey)


Been a, long time- no see- hey

Miss ya, what’s new these days?

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I remember us, I remember then

I remember it all like yesterday…

Yet so much time has passed,

I wonder if you

Could even recognize my face…

– – – – – – – – – – – – –  – – – – – – – – – – – – –  – – – – – – – – – – – – –  – – – – – – – – – – – – –  –

Cuz we were 8 years old,

Bare feet dirty tans

Now we’re all washed up

Driving trucks & mini vans

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I used to beat you at races

No way I could any more

And there are hardly any traces

Of our pranks & on-going war…

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Oh my, just thinking about then.

Oh how, long it’s really been!

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Today I’m wearing mascara & straightened my hair

Walk around in tall black heels, my perfume’s in the air…

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Now, I’m living in the city. Cars always on our street.

No, for real! ALWAYS there. & it’s true, the city never falls asleep!

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I didn’t know that people could be so mean,

Or that Traffic is always in the background

So, please Remind me, why did I leave?

Tell me, Why did we leave our small town?

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Oh the lures of the world & the lies that they tell

Hollywood sure has actors that sure act well…

Cuz they seemed so happy, beautiful, & free

I didn’t realize those are only the cities on TV…

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You tell me to come back, the screen door is never closed.

& the water is still deep & clean at the Blue Hole.

We can go for a dip, & maybe a muddy off-road spin…

Damn, I wish I could go back to Texas again.

— – – –

Back there, again.

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2011 in Poetry, Reminiscing

 

Lonestar never fade


I moved there when I was just a kid

But, I still claim myself a Texan…

Because it was at five years old,

that my childhood really began.

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Lived off a dirt road on Rainbow ranch.

My brother & I would race barefoot on rocks

Darting around trees, & hurtling dried up river beds

Trying to steal feathers from the tails of peacocks.

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I was as wild as the deer & ‘coons

We had no winter between our summers & falls

I could climb any tree, and played house

Using branches for stairs, and sticks for play dolls

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(refrain)

the lightening storms held power & might

Cracking the sky, and shaking the floor

We could see the Milky-Way almost every night

And the Lone-star glowed through our front door

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I can hear it, feel it, taste it, see it oh soo clearly even today.

That fresh scent, and bright green after a hot summer rain…

I’m not saying I would go back in time and never have moved away.

But, I sure do miss those:.. Texas Lone star Days 

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dry drought, Hot rains,

dirt roads, grass stains,

nothin’ new, small town,

gross sweat, slow down,

bright stars, Texas skies,

morning dew, Fire-flies

BBQ, tree-climbs

Soccer games, good times..

hope my Lone Star never fades

Hope I never to forget.. those Rainbow Ranch days…!

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My Grandpop, mother, and father built our home

With a pick-axe, some love, and a lot of sweat in the TX heat..

From the second story porch, on our rocking chairs,

You could see for miles over hills & into a sky as deep as the sea…

o- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

If ever there were a house to be blessed by the grace of God,

It would be our grand home, rooted in [the heart of] His blessed land.

Our front doors adorned with large oval windows of stained-glass

where the lone-star of Texas glowed, vivid & grand.

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If we heard a car coming near, we knew it was lost.

Bonfires that would scare any Northerner away.

Sweating through my soccer jersey, and fire-ant mounds

Playing for melted candy during a monthly “Wimberley day.”

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Skinned knees, chapped lips, kick-ball & rusty slides.

Minnow catching with our hands at the creek & zip-lines.

Hand-claps, hop-scotch, jump-ropes, & lengthy car rides.

Dirt roads, no stop lights, and broken street signs…

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Wild and fearless, free and untamed, I was a spirited girl.

Oh, How I miss those Lone-star days, with no fenced-in land or lot …

But then, I only longed for adventure and to explore the world

I suppose, until you loose it, you never know what you got.

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the lightening storms held power & might

Cracking the sky, and shaking the floor

We could see the Milky-Way almost every night

And the Lone-star glowed through our front door

 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

I can hear it, feel it, taste it, see it oh soo clearly even today.

That fresh scent, and bright green after a hot summer rain…

I’m not saying I would go back in time and never have moved away.

But, I sure do miss those:.. Texas Lone star Days

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

dry drought, Hot rains,

dirt roads, grass stains,

nothin’ new, small town,

gross sweat, slow down,

bright stars, Texas skies,

morning dew, Fire-flies

BBQ, tree-climbs

Soccer games, good times..

hope my Lone Star never fades

& I never want to forget.. those Texas Lone star days…!

 
 

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White-out


By far the best I’ve found

& that’s sayin something there,

cuz, man, I’ve traveled around

from state to state, there & here…

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Here, I was goin on thinkin

this was some snobby, God-forsaken land.

Turns out I was the snob

Who didn’t understand.

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See, even when im alone

Talking aloud in the car

Trying to get my story right

I can’t get very far

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Cuz I listen to myself speaking,

Trying to figure it out

But when I hear myself, it’s as if

Im listening from inside a crowd.

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I speak to sound good,

Instead of tell it how it is

White lies are way to easy

But, I want it all white again.

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No, im not that bad of a person

Maybe if you saw it all, you’d even agree.

But, it’s just one of those times

When, I really wish I had no history.

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2011 in introspective, Poetry

 

Cookie dough night


Everyone online, but nobody there.

Many to listen, but none to care.

Guess, That’s the way life has to go.

Thank the Lord for ice-cream & cookie dough!

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They say we’re soldiers in this war called life

But even pawns have more power than I,

just a girl sleeping with the phone at night

to hear if her brother is still alive

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Musicals filled with dancing and song

Makes our world today seem so wrong.

at this time of night, I over-think everything

digging thoughts deeper than reality

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every answer becomes a question, unasked.

and every word is a code, cleverly masked

every facial expression someone gives

must be hiding how they [actually] feel within..

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it’s at night, when I trust everyone the least.

because night is the biggest crime scene.

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dark alleys, hooded figures, as guardians sleep.

when heart-breakers break. & cheaters cheat

Night welcomes warmly those who prey on the weak

charlatans, gold-diggers, guys who love & leave.

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This is not about spite.

I just don’t trust guys-

Like I don’t trust night,

Cuz I don’t trust lies.

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I’m really sick of thinking at all.

Think I’ll just binge on my cookie-doughs.

Pop in a classic musical.

& stop digging deeper than life goes.

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I don’t trust the night.,

& I don’t trust you…

But cookie dough & ice cream,

Always remain faithful & true.

 

Be my Bambi


U make me happy

Don’t even feel guilty

U make me smile

Just by lookin my way.

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Pitter patter april showers

Six years old, bambi days.

Laughed at the twitterpation

When the birds & squirrels played…

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Even bambi rolled his eyes,

Bewildered @ the odd change

Until along came Felicitiy

Then he too started acting strange…

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Fast forward 15 years

To me every day since you,

You make me leave behind my fears

Cuz, I’ve been twitterpated, too

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You liked me since day one.

I liked you since day six.

Now, ur just rowing a long

but, baby, I’ve fallen in.

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i wont lie, im not fighting it

i wont lie, I don’t even want to

i wont lie, im not even just exercising feelings

this time, I feel for true

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Could it be? I wont go that far

What do you think? I wont even ask

But if you choose to take the initiative,

My answer, I already have.

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You’re just perfect & what I need…

but, no matter who I am today

or who I become,

im not as good as you,

because of what ive done.

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But if you’ll take me anyway,

If I can still be the apple of your eye…

Well, you’ve won my heart.

& I really want to give us a try.

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Guess Im not that hard to get

Though none of the others could

U just look at me, a genuine nice

& it feels just like it should.

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Pitter patter, it’s april showering outside.

The birds, the bees, the squirrels, are twitter-pated

You & I play soccer, I just ran of breath,

Not because im running, but because you just said it…

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You just said it for the first time

U said it with your eyes.

You gave it all away,

Twitterpation time.

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If you will be my bambi

I’d run through fire or winter snow.

If you were to be my bambi

I’d never leave this meadow.

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Twitterpated….

Like the birds & the bees

Like the flowers in the spring

Like the squirrels in the trees

You makin me go cra-a-a-azy

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U make me happy

Don’t even feel guilty

U make me smile

Just by lookin my way.

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2011 in love, Poetry