I just love you and your disheveled hair
You wear it that way cuz you just don't care
You don't live by the rules
And you think society behaves
Without a clue
You think for yourself
You Wiley fox
You play the game,
You know it well
And you live your life outside the box
You refuse to conform
It's totally you
As you rise above the norm
We're 2 of a kind
And we will live our dream
Life is about freedom
We'll bamboozle them like a Ponzi scheme.
-Jason Townsend
Sunday, June 9, 2013
CONTENT TO BE… by Elizabeth Hipwell
Content to be at odds
With the straight and
narrow lines of expectation
Travelling the rocky
path,
Stubbing my toes along
the way
Facing a waiting and hail-ridden maelstrom
Turning inside through
the narrow
Claustrophobia of my
harsh and endless
Self-absorbed pain
Holding tight to the
apron strings
Of my fragile psyche
As I whirl like a
Dervish
Chanting a prayer to
the crazy comfort of the pain
That is so near and
dear
It cradles and caresses
my wounds with relish
Licking up the flow of
hatred that resides in me
The vicious circular of
doubt and hate
One day is dissipated
By a calm that settles
and separates
Making the meditation
of misery
Split into a vapor of consequence
To flow every which way
and no more
What is left is pure
and stronger for having been worn
Ready for the
simplicity of peace
My recovery
Acceptance
Unhindered
Free
by Elizabeth Hipwell
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