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There's a guy dressed up as Freddie Kruger for Halloween
Freddie Kruger can't sing the high part during Eye Of The Tiger
I murmur something to my friend
Me: Freddie Crooner
My friend laughs more than he needs to
We aren't sure whose whiskey sour is whose anymore
My roommate doesn't want to sing in front of people
She'd rather hide in her glass and mingle with the ice
But I make her duet a Nirvana song with me
Which we scream and she starts having fun
The crowd claps with relief when we're done
Freddie Kruger offers me a fist bump
A group of sweet plump ladies takes turns singing love ballads
They all have pretty voices and work at Bubba Gump on the pier
The one that sang the Adele song is studying business
She tells me while we smoke outside during Wonder Wall
I sing nine minutes of Meatloaf
My voice cracks and growls like feedback
This guy buys me a shot afterwards
My throat is so dry that I have to drink it in tiny sips
This guy thinks me and my friends are fun
I duet Desperado with him and we knock over stools and laugh
He has clearly never heard the song Desperado before
Me and my friends invite the whole bar to sing an Aerosmith song together
I think that this may be the only way to really appreciate Aerosmith
I drive my roommate and my self back to our apartment
I'm drunk but I pretend I'm sober so she won't get scared
Then sometimes I laugh bizarrely to scare her a little bit
But always end up lying and reassuring her that I'm sober
We start talking about Lou Reed because he had died that day
I guess Lou Reed didn't like when people said RIP
Which I had written in my facebook status about him dying
I don't really care much because Lou Reed wasn't really a friend of mine
I just liked his music
And he never mentions in any of his songs anything
About people saying RIP
When we got to the bar the first thing I did
Was to look for a Lou Reed song to sing
But there weren't any
So I sang other songs instead
Sally A Bayan Mar 2015
(Haiku x 7)

Ears are blocked...deafened 
Conversations are ignored
Disconnected.....though

Weary mind needs rest,
Wary, half-closed eyes make sure
  World...still exists...while

Aerosmith rocks me!
AHA takes me on...Go West?
Yes! Hall & Oates, too!

OMD's Secret
ABC sings Ocean Blue
All my dreams came true!

Eurythmics sings dreams
I love how the Bee Gees ask,
"How deep is your love?"

Chaka Khan pledges:
"For a chance at loving you...
Even through the fire...."

MP3 takes me...
To dip...to wade...an escape
~~~ imperturbable ~~~



Sally


Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***hits play on...the list doesn't end ...the haikus would never end...***
Emily Kaminski Oct 2014
I know I'm capable to do any type of dances, if I try.

But when the music plays, I dance freestyle.
It's not just 'any' freestyle,
it's the type that you know it's missing affection.
It's missing a partner to love.

As soon as I feel the rhythm going through me,
my body flows with it.
When the rhythm is crazy fast:
It makes me a wild cat,
seeing of how feisty and powerful my body can move.
But when it's a slow rhythm:
My body moves slowly and elegantly, yet tempting to go near it.
Either way,
It'll call out for you to TOUCH IT.

I'm known to be ONE of the GREATEST TEASERS in my groups of friends.
Because my deadliest weapons,
are my hips.

When the rhythm plays, it works up from my knees; which is the key to how my hips can move SSOOoo SMOOTHly, then it works up to my curved belly, then to my chest and arms.
The DEADLY body wave.

But what can REALLY GET ME GOING,
is  when that guitar solo, the riffs
breaths heavy, then bites finger
OH GAWD THE SOLOS just makes me
LOOSE IT COMPLETELY!!!
Especially, the ones from 70s-80s,
it's a turn on for me.
My body will want MORE to feel it's melody,
for it to keep on playing!
OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL I JUST drop on the floor from SATISFACTION.
With my face all red and my eyes all seduced.
My body burning up.
biting my bottom lip
mhmhm-heehee~

Sometimes when I dance on the pole or even using a chair I can imagine a person,
who's dancing with me.

One of the things that can win my full body's attention,
is when another body resist the temptations from falling into their wrong desires from me.
OR if that other body moves fluently with mine, without going any further, like under my clothes.
Simply just respect.

I may be a performer, but my mind says it differently.
So does others.
Our bodies want temptation and our minds wants to have trust and comfort.
You know what I'm saying.

Just because I'm a TEASER, doesn't mean I want YOU in BED.

That's why I'm deadly.
I torment people, by simply moving a piece of my body, then not letting them fulfill their DESIRES from me.
Sorry if you guys can't keep control of yourselves. Just work HARDER on THAT~
The only people who can HAVE ALL THAT from me, are the ones if in a relationship with or the ones I just REALLY LIKE ALOT~ ;)

I got a list of songs that can REALLY move me:
(Most of them are in the 70s-80s era,which ever has a nice guitar riffs)
Aerosmith- Rag Doll
Alannah Myles- Black Velvet
Nazareth-  Goin' Loco, Hair Of The Dog
Warrant- Cherry Pie
Def Leopard- Pour Some Sugar On Me
Gary Wright- Dream Weaver(the mellow melody is what moves me)
Foreigner- Jukebox Hero
AC/DC- Honey Roll, Thunderstruck, Back In Black
Also there's more, but it's all I can think of right now.

Even some songs from today:
Pussycat Dolls- Buttons, Sway
Britney Spears(ver)- I love Rock 'n' Roll
****** XL ft. DATAROCK- Gloria
Lady Gaga- Do What You Want With My Body
Girlicious- Stupid ****
One Republic- Everybody Loves Me
Down With Webster- Woe Is Me
There's also others, but again, it's all I can think of~
Just to let you guys know, I'M NOT A STRIPPER WHATSOEVER!
It's just my dances are like that.(I know other girls dance like that too. Nothing to be ashamed off, just know your limits~)
I'm just a simple cashier at a store~ ;u;
Just remember that bodies and minds don't mix at times.
Promise me, not to play these songs around me, FOR MOSTLY YOUR SAKES, because IT'LL END UP IN DISAPPOINTMENTS!!!
Also TRY NOT TO COMMENT ANY PERVERTED THINGS!!
I know it's tempting, but just don't! PLZ!
Just keep your desires to yourself! QAQ
Samantha Dietz Nov 2020
Aerosmith on vinyl
Your hand on my throat
Listen to Toys In The Attic
I'll be your toy, Make me choke
Kiss me ever so softly
While your lips tell me jokes
Send chills down my spine
When I smell your cologne

Show me your favorite songs
Tell me your crazy stories
I want to know who you are
I just want you to adore me
Look through my eyes to my soul
Hands all over my body
Steal the air from my lungs
I swear you're killing me softly
Monday, November 23rd, 2020
Xyns Mar 2015
I'm completely and utterly
Heartbroken
I love you
But it's all over now
You've spoken

No..
Pearl Jam..
Eminem..
Creed..
Default..
My Darkest Days..
Future..
Hopsin..
Aerosmith..
..Could ever fix
this brokenness..
I miss you
Johnnie Rae Feb 2012
Sitting here,
submerged in the rhythmic words
of Aerosmith,
I'm starting to realize,
I'm not so useless,
I've just begun,
lifes journey,
the winding road has only
just begun
and i'm realizing
I've got a long way to go,
before I can truly say,
I'm done.
Inspired by Aerosmith's one and only, Steven Tyler. :)
Keith W Fletcher Mar 2017
First day of Rance s and stormys New Life.
After the first night of sleeping in the camper .
First  realization that he's  on his own ,for the first time in his life. First opportunity for Rance to find ,what will eventually become a great novel so ...off to say hi and meet the neighbors.
An hour later,  back from walking the campsite not have found any great stories, a couple of people nodded back as we passed , and one returned how you ? To my How are you doing today?

. No Epiphanies and no happy mood  as he  cooked up some hamburgers, for himself and for stormy .
   As it came time to eat,   and Rance  does something else for the first time ever, and that is deciding to say a prayer- for the journey and for the meal.

        *×××/\/\//θθ\/\/\×××*
Made some hamburger patties , fixed stormy some food in his bowl turned on some Aerosmith Circa 1982 and waited for what would be next. As it turned out it was just hamburgers. No Revelations , no approaching strangers/ Neighbors to regale with the most amazing story ever to be heard..
   So I grill the burgers, set out the condiments, fill the plate with chips ,open the can of dr. Pepper then did something I had rarely if ever done in my life I made up a prayer'.
    Dear God in heaven
Jesus and the holy Spirit
Thank you for this meal
Both mine and Stormys
And for the opportunity
To see...
..... Beyond my horizons

Lift Me Up
And I will look farther
Open my heart
That I may feel deeper
Fill me up that I may have
Something to give back

I don't know what
My sites should be set on
Or the path
That I should be taking
So I will put it in your hands
To guide me- to show me
Where to look and help me
See what I might otherwise miss

I asked myself a little while ago
If I would do anything different
Than the people who. are camped around me .
I don't know the answer
I would like to believe.... that
The answer is inside me
Where only time and your good graces
Will help me if ....
... .  Understanding is mine to possess.

In Jesus name amen

Then for some reason I decided , instead of spending the day and night - as planned -at 12:30 in the afternoon- I packed up ,checked  the map,  picked  what I believe would be a pleasant four our trip, then I shook the dust of campsite 12C modern from my clothes and waved hartily at all the strangers  camping down the lane- as I went past.
    One little boy of about 10 waved enthusiastically back at me as I roll by.
     An hour later I found myself traveling a. switchback mountain pass highway when I came around a blind curve to come face-to-face with large backpack -a very large backpack - in the road.
    The backpack - upon reflection - was on the narrow shoulder of the road and rode on the the narrow shoulders of a red headed guy;  walking with a  dog on a string and ,going in the same direction that I was traveling.
      As I passed by, slowly. as  the surprise from  coming around the corner and seeing the sudden backpacks appearance ,along with the steady uphill climb of the road had slowed me considerably anyway.
    It was the dog that nearly brought me to a complete stop , not the - enthusiastic hitchhiker's - thumb sticking out to his side.
      The dog was bone-thin with  ribs showing like Fingers through the flesh and the protruding hip bones that stuck out like golf ***** under the skin just above each hind leg.  A silver and black dog that stood about 26 inches at the shoulders and should have weighed 80 pounds....would probably  tip the scales at 45 or 50.
      I passed by this pair with cuss words on my breath and anger in my heart to suddenly see a pull off/ view area to my right.
    I pulled in with a sudden and violent yank of the wheel that earned me a hard look from Storm .
    I was probably a quarter mile past The Hitch-Hiker when I pulled in and it was large enough to move back away from the road to a point I could no longer see the guy or the dog.
    " Good God" I said to Storm " Did you see .... and then it hit me with the spirit , as sudden  as a bug hitting the windshield would do;  so I looked up to the heavens" REALLY ?" I said "This is my answer?"
   Then I knew right then and there that I had judged, I had assumed , "I saw a starving dog and never thought... maybe he was attached to a  starving human.
awesome apothecary addressed as Agamemnon  
alleviates anxiety, and alimentary aggravation
anodyne appeasement arrests ailment
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness

assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault air afoul
affable affinity affects adumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,

although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,

and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored

autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals

acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance  
addict adrift afloat anchors away

assails along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration

against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite

acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable

any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted

alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as aerosmith ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant

acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Michael Humbert Sep 2014
Music always was an escape for me,
Until you came and went,
And stole it all from me

Tegan and Sara, blink-182
Seether, Jimmy Eat World
and Aerosmith too

Every song was a dagger,
That I masochistically plunged,
Until I was drained, haggard

I have my songs back,
But you've stained them,
Forever marked black
Mia J May 4
Over the years music has played an important role in my life.
When I was upset, I played music to cheer myself up.
When I was happy, music sat by my side and cheered with me.
When I was depressed, music wrapped its cozy arms around me and acted as a close friend.

My shoulder to lean on.
My words when I couldn’t think of anything to say.
The reason why I was strong when everything tried its hardest to make me weak.
The one thing that I will always welcome to soothe me.

The music that graces my ears is as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.
Each one has its own significant meaning
and is a beautiful site to see and feel.
The words of my favorite songs float
from my speakers,
to my ears,
and then to my soul.
I like the songs I like
and I love the songs that I love.

There are many genres of music.
And me being the unique individual that
I am,
I can’t stick to one genre.
if my ears and soul dig a song,
Why can’t I do the same?

The 511 songs on my phone are shuffled.
When I press play, rock music could start the show.
Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, The Eagles, or the Police, or Jimi Hendrix.
If I fast forward to the next song, rap might take the stage.
Tupac, Ice Cube, 3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Ludacris, TI, Lil Wayne, Drake, J.Cole.
Pop songs could pop out next.
Michael Jackson, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat, Lady Gaga.
R&B would want to follow.
New Edition, Adina Howard, Brandy, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, TLC, Fantasia, Beyonce, Keyshia Cole, Amerie, Ashanti, Usher.
BTS, Blackpink, or Jay Park might conclude or continue the show.
As they always do.

Each song I jam to is distinctive.
I feel as though no one song is the same as the next.

My phone is the time capsule that contains the treasures to my ears.
I may start in the 1970s and travel to the 2000s.
Or I may start in the 2010s and go back to the 1990s.
Whichever song decides to play first, I will always listen to it like it’s my first time.

Mia J
3-14-2021

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021.
Addison Davis Oct 2014
In the beginning there is burning desire,
Pleasurable pain and incessant thudding against omniscient walls
Love burns bright with the glow of ethereal passion
As lovers trade scents and nail marks and scars
The days go quickly with patience and calm
And the nights go slow with ignited libido
As sweet and sticky honey flows expeditiously from a jar

Suddenly the serene beginning ends
The prominent, shrill cry of an egotistical infant sounds
Through a night that once was home to passion
Resentment lodges a spot in the marrows of tired bones
The nights are quick and well awaited
And the days are spent nursing and feeding and preparing for a paramount life
As sweet and sticky honey slows its thriving speed

All of the sudden, it is nor the beginning or the end
The age of sticky hands and Crayola and Goodnight moon
Little feet make floorboards creak at the end of the day with excitement
And the lack of lust is surrogated by the richness of love
Day jobs are dreary but devotion is not
The days go on and on and on
And the nights go quietly with small joys
As honey settles in its jar for what feels perpetual

Rapidly, it is the beginning of the end
Slammed doors and Aerosmith records blaring with bitterness
The egotistical child that once screeched for affection now rejects it
But love remains and despite dark rooms and harsh words traded with reckless abandon,
It overcomes
The days are lonely
And the nights are too
As the honey rapidly slips away

So it is the end
As trivial collections are arranged in boxes
To be shipped to a new home far away from this one
Old videos make for heartsickness and phone calls make for bittersweet joy
And elders reflect on a life that was not in vain
The floorboards still creak at the end of the day
Not with excitement, but rather with age
The days are quiet and
The nights are too but that is okay
The jar may be empty but the residue is sweeter still
Ni5ha Jul 2016
Don't even know how much I'm allowed to write
so I put up a fight
with sleep every night
when the reruns return to the TV screen
and the family's asleep
and there's no need for the word on the street because everything happens...at night
From the bed bug bites, to the insomnia I have because
I can't sleep in fear that I won't wake up again
and that I'll go too easy and too quiet into that goodnight
I don't want to miss a thing with Aerosmith
so I keep my eyes open wide
Fingertips prying open the closing doors to my sight
I don't even blink because I fear that I will miss the shadows that chase each other on my ceiling
Seeing predator and prey dance in musical melody
revealed by the headlights from the cars
that move on the street and in and out driveways
My family misses all of this
because they sleep at night
Maybe insomnia is a blessing,
but it's not purely blessed
because my body reacts with a longing for sleep
the same way I long for romance
It's a curse
but a pleasant curse
because everything
happens at night
and I'm one of the lucky, unlucky few to see it
Rap maniac, brainac, see the stats that,
Love to break out the cats,
Along with the dogs that, get the bag never been a drag, see shots from old hags,
Yo this is new school, mixed with a little old school, peep the visual,
Only do numbers with residuals, smooth criminal, like mj on a take away,
Got my tongue out, when I see young chick looking stout,
My speakers stay maxed out, aired out, only the real feel me out,
I been this way, since I took Aerosmith pathways, running things always,
Don't do strays, still toast champagne with loaded AKs,
Welcome to doomsday protege, either way you can't avoid the madness display,
I'm nas I'm biggie I'm pac I'm jay z, nah my skills ain't for the lazy,
Play at the clubs, low down see how many hoes come around,
When you making money by the pounds,
Or better yet tons, see these ones,
Millions you never touched,
I keep it cold crushed, leave it on the hush, never let my seed bust,
In a ***** I don't trust, only invest in self, eat good and workout for my health,
Stay in stealth, most of the time I'm either writing, bars or peeping the skylines,
With the mental graffiti, still scoping the beautiful sceneries, young Nefertiti's,
Got me feeling greedy, and ***** change the whole worlds anatomy,
Can't shatter me, I'm antimatter sitting fatter, once the spirits flatter,
Themselves around me, upped my levels from the third, to the ninth dynasty,
Chilling with powers of mxyplix, hope you feeling it, I've been living it,
Bars is spilling ****, all over the floor I polish more and more, too *******,
Radio edits, real brothers with street credit, I is Is and Is is I,
Right across ya third eye, I frail born in the muddy waters, of the holy grail,
Mannish boy with no joy, I took chips but avoid the ahoys,
Yeyo suckas love to sell yeyo, but how you would feel, if you sitting in jail,
Time moving like a snail, I gotta get more kale, see how I flip the scales,
Money overflowing, traces of my mind from the **** blowing,
We keep going and going, htown letting you know how we be flowing,
Over the rivers, don't let the creek rise, hang with wise guys, who got mob ties,
By the time they realize, they'll be me, with hockey face mask as a disguise,
End of discussion, que the percussion, once the beats hits, begins a crushing,
Hushing, out all my crictics flapping they mouths, ******* talking about,
Word to the souf, you know why they call it *****, murders spreads so easily,
Ain't nothing to brag about, I'm just giving up the real, only appeal to the real,
We don't do cops, cuz pigs love to squeal, after tickets of a meal,
I lay it cool, since I was in grade school, I knew I couldnt be a mule,
Though a ******* in class, amongst the mass, still had a complicated task,
How can I unmask, the world's mask unchained melody, of misery,
Do they see what I see, focus on my spiritual lens, **** a 500 series Benz,
I'm in the studio, like Michael and Prince, petty beef with mutual respecto,
See the manifesto, no communist points I'm just here to annoint
jeffrey conyers Jun 2018
Chuck Berry-Buddy Holly.
Little Richard-Jerry Lee, Lewis.
Elvis Presley-Jackie Wilson.
Sam Cooke-Pat Boone.

In the eyes of God are we all that different?

Heritage or culture makeup makes us the way we are.
Thinking a certain mentality that affects us all.

Except, in the eyes of God are we all that different?

We operate on things that fit a certain up raising.
And spread it around like its a known truth.

Andrew Sisters-the Supremes
Aerosmith-the Ohio Players
President Clinton-President Obama

In the eyes of God aren't we the same.
Billy Graham-Martin Luther King Jr.
There was a message in their teaching.

Just remember this, in the eyes of  GOD are we all that different.
Fearless Apr 2019
So this one time I sat down to eat my salad
and she plopped into a chair to share her life's ballad
Of drunken crazies and dumb little nights
and of all sorts of berserk and ridiculous plights

Dancing on a table, just a little unstable
whoop! there's that white girl wasted label
Get up it's all right and dance into the night
got that guy's number in spite of her plight

she jumped in a cab didn't know where to go
had a suit case and just went with the flow
landing on crutches again and again
you have to play hard if you want to win

she met this musician, Aerosmith something
he was sitting on a beach wearing pirate bling
she walked up and said, "man I like what you're wearing."
had no clue about all of the people just staring

she sauntered through life on a breeze and a cloud
and only got scared when things were really loud
never a care it just falls into place
I wish I could remember that girl's pretty face

so this one time she told me things got really weird
but don't worry about it, "my name was cleared."
but she sang while in jail to cops in blue caps
and when she came out of her cell there were claps

now she turned with a grin and twinkle in her eye
and gave me advice as she bid me goodbye
"a ship in a harbor is boring as hell
crazy makes history, so go make it well"
Courtesy Goofus and Gallant
who began their broadly-drawn
moral plays in the 1950s,
initially depicted as identical twins,
but later on, editors for Highlights
indicated the two were brothers,
but not twins, and by 1995,
they simply existed as two unrelated boys.

Analogously, ineptly, and uniformly juxtaposed
slipshod verse best flushed down toilet
or slid down into the behavioral sink
of garbage disposal,
yours truly presents the following
worthless trademark worded poem.

Since this then year
July first two thousand and seventeen,
tubby more precise where
with thee missus,
and I dwell amidst bucolic environs,
shuffling back where
buffalo used to roam,
one sandy randy
handy dandy chap could don
“I hate boys” underwear
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania  

trees abundant with leaves of grass spare
zip code: one nine four seven three,
unmotivated to partake of mental
exercises just sitting on me rear
this resident doth not find queer
disproportionate amount of time,
he spends never to overhear
lack of being ambulatory t'will be near
the mostly soundproof walls
inside apartment b44 assigned midyear,
one bedroom living social space

gives ample opportunity to assess linear
ratcheting kvetching asper
elderly folks inching along
chronological space/time continuum
purposefulness tis unlike to leer
that one day (fast as snap of fingers),
me haint give a rats ***
what rumor fishmongers relish,
and behind me back jeer
since old people lack
for fragile as jasperware

before each major chord din hated
since becoming housed here
and oft time cannot hear
even without television blasting away,
no doubt harboring
anticipatory anxiety sans,
frankly zaps, this dude
looks like a lady,
while making love in an elevator
cuz ah ma longish bedraggled
hydrogen peroxide tinted hair

many experience diminution
grim reaper's unannounced visit
metaphorical cog and gear
of vital sensory organs,
they capable of inducing fear
their non verbal body language
speaks volumes analogous
to a frightened deer,
when caught blindsided
within bright lights
of an automobile 'ere

unsure which way to go,
as a hollowed out existence
each precious moment 'ere
induces me to declare
to maximize utilizing
and dashing out in the thick
of evening rush hour traffic,
lacking notion, the
figurative coast not clear
when aye espy and stride-rite past,
an old lady or man riding shotgun

securely strapped in wheelchair,
or trudging to common
all purpose gathering place
subsequently doting bucks killed
upon scrutinizing what doth appear
and upon limitation in physical
functionality, aye aim to appear,
where birds of prey,
thence loftily circle gracefully
analogous to
rocketing fame of Aerosmith  
gliding within upper atmospheric air.
do you
Wonder Why
it’s the negative things
we tend to believe
When people practice
to deceive

Nine people say
Something good
Yet we glam onto
The one negative
Whether we
Should

I’m a daft
Old cow
A fat sough
Plain Jane
Implications
Of a name

I never
Thought
I was
Something
I was
Not

Brow beat from
Head to my feet
I could never
Measure up
The pedestal
Is too steep

We are the worst critics
In a cynic world we create
We never give  
Ourselves a break
Go easy
For goodness sake

I was never one of the pretty people
Gilded Castle, Golden steeple
People in glass houses should never throw stones
Far Too much to atone
He who is without sin,
Cast the first stone

I’m A rough ragged Rock
With intentional purposeful refinement
Even while blemishes are detected
My inner self starting to show with no objective
Patient polish purposeful perfection
I became a brilliant diamond

Now I shine

I have grown in my reflection
No more negative rejection
Without stern objection
I’m No longer a whipping post
Live love, laugh Father Son Holy Ghost
Journey to self be a loving host

Inspired Songs;

1) Dream by Aerosmith 1973

2) I got a name by Jim Croce 1973

3) Be good to yourself by Frankie Miller 1977

4) Shining star by Earth, wind and fire 1975
This is one of the areas of grief I’m not sure which one. I’m just going with the flow working out the emotions best I know dealing with my brother’s death. He died July 15. We haven’t buried him yet. I haven’t let go. I think that shows. I’m going along having an OK day and a break out in tears not sure why the song I thought no reason at all really but every reason under the sun my emotional roller coaster has just begun I fear this might take a while I’ll put on a fake smile and Sam OK when it’s really not that way

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