We are doing ok!

Baby

Although certain other people (bless there souls) are sadly not doing okay
I do believe without a doubt we are in fact
Doing okay

For we see that we do not need to be wrapped up in a tortilla of social responsibility
That a title at every stage of life will not prove we are in fact sane
For if a title must be sketched into our foreheads for sanity's sake
I am quite sure I will be willing to be called insane

I am even willing (and I think you would tend to agree)
To be cast out of this so called reformed world
If in fact I must conform to this ridiculous notion
That love is not enough

For if love is to be purchased like a car
A contract to be made
Signatures to be drawn on a doted line
The thought that if there's no marriage proposal
There shall be no love
Then I proclaim that I would rather steal the car and end up a criminal
Then enter into such a preposterous engagement

Sweetie I am afraid its true
Other people do feel pity for our lost souls
They pat our backs and love us anyway
Even though we are lost and sinful creatures
Who search the world for love and truth and adventure
We who step outside our box and ask the real questions that matter
We who make the decision to take off the mask and show our ugly faces

Yep
Im sorry to say this other people
But we are doing okay

Be still, be calm.

Be still
Be calm
My melancholic soul
Love is what you desire for
Love is which you hunger more
But why do you look far and wide for this love
That can not meet you on this cold night

For my deep surrounding joyous love
My roof top shouting goddess love
This is a love you can always meet
Steady and true
Shall always whisper you a goodnight tune
So make friends dear one
With THIS love before you
With THIS friend who surely knows you
Be still
Be calm my dear
For this lover is merely you

Love!

Its mystery is grand
Its width is substantial
But ever so delicate
And ever so magical

As we search for our love
Our place in life
What we believe to be real
What we choose to leave behind

Let us not falter
Let us not quiver
When love comes our way
And we find were still broken

For broke we may be
And lost we probably are
But give love a minute
To find our hearts centre

Did I run?

You ask the question
Did I run
But I do not believe you understand the question you are asking
The answer to your some what intriguing question is however
No I did not run
I did in fact walk if that makes it any easier on you?
Or perhaps if I had skipped you would find that lighter on the pallet?
Maybe you should explain to me how you would like the answer phrased
Then we wouldn't waste any time
Then I would look somewhat normal to you again
You could put me back in the box you understand quite clearly
And you would not have to worry about me any longer

For I fear with such a question
You do not wish to know me
I fear you do not want to know the trials I have been through
Sitting with my tennis shoes wrapped neatly in a box
For who was I to step out into the world running?
Wow... maybe I should have tried skipping?

The great hope of love

Let me not contrive elegant stories for your amusement sake
But instead let me be the story that brings laughter to your soul

Let me not hope to be free within the soft grip of your love
But instead let me be the freedom that lets you sore

Let our breath not struggle to be long and meaningful
But instead let us bring meaning to each moment with each breath

Let me not keep hidden the suitcase of emotions I have yet to unlock
But instead let us share the secret twists and turns of our life's stuggle

Let me not want anything from you
But instead let me want to have everything of you

Let me not be satisfied with sugar and spice and all things nice
But instead let me see deep into the rush of blood to your veins

Let me not hold a list of chores by my side
But instead let us want to be wanted every time

Let me not wonder what tomorrows adventures will bring
But instead let us allow each other to run wild and free today
In the faith that tomorrow will too bring magic freedom
And the great hope of love