The Lucky Mouse

There went a yucky mouse, 

into a lucky house...

She did not stay long

Though she was strong

The broom was long

And the fatigue stronger

Though the lights were bright

The cat was upstairs

But for as long as the night 

She didn't hunger

The somebody loved mice...

and the cheese was divine

And patter-pitter out 

Went the lucky Mouse

The door was shut,

And everyone slumbered.

Piety is to be a spectator at someone else's art show.

Marriage is to buy one piece for the mantle. 

Easy way out. 

Easy to sit around helplessly waiting for someone 
who will serve up beauty and pleasure. 

Difficult to choose to be a vessel of creation -

Neither slave to mind nor society,

to feel joy only when it flows through 

To allow it create whatever it must 

Orange sunset dream, songs of dirt,

Love flying across the earth, 
delicious blue skies of freedom, 

dreaming babies, dancing in oceans without land, 

where feet slow me down, and apologies are not done.

Difficult when all is being exposed, 

and it takes strength

perhaps more than I have, 

more than anyone has 

to be exposed 

To remain confident

To be vulnerable

To retain control

To be pure

To stay free

Mainly it depends

If beauty travels only with danger

Or carries any strength with her too