Dancing

The music comes on and the beat is infectious. My head starts to bop in time with the music as the lyrics start to sound. It’s not just the drum beat anymore, the added instruments add such a dimension and spirit to the song that my head is no longer the only part of my body moving. I give in to the power of the rythm and just enjoy the dance. I’ve given up caring what’s going through my friends’ heads…I am enjoying myself. I decided to step outside the precarious web I’ve constructed to ensure a sound foundation to my friendship. If that structure falls, at least it happened while being myself. As I see smiles crack on my friends’ faces, I get more into the dance and they join in. The realization dawns on me that all is ok. We’re all having a great time and they really enjoy my crazy side! Hmmm…I hope that those statues don’t fall off that shelf from my random dancing.

The Woman

Every morning without fail, she comes in and gazes at the room – deciding where to start. Her small frame is forever bedecked in white. The red apron contrasts sharply with her short black hair as she pulls it on and ties the knot the same way it has been for years. Using her fingers, she gently combs her hair down and proceeds to push her sleeves up – mentally preparing herself. Slight smiles and head bobs are given as she acknowledges the others in the room while putting items back into place. If one manages to get her to talk, they’ll notice a strong accent and difficult language barrier. Always the first to blame her lack of English, she’ll continue her work without a word. Often overlooked and not considered, she braves each day silently.

Who can reach me?

Who can reach me where I’ve gone?
Far away from this astral plane.
The physical representation of me
Doesn’t appear to be in pain.

The pain has disappeared
It no longer resides near.
Instead my mind is traveling
Far, far away from here.

Who can reach me where I’ve gone?
Who would even want to try?

Trying would take its toll
It would prove too hard.
The obstacles to overcome
Would seem to guard.

They’d been put there by me
So that I wouldn’t be found.
Cause why would I leave
If I wanted to be bound?

Who can reach me where I’ve gone?
Who would even want to try?

Yes…who would even want to try?

tickity-tick-tick

tickity-tick-tick tickity-tock

wop bam wop-wop bam
wop bam wop-wop bam

tickity-tick-tick tickity-tock

wop bam wop-wop bam
wop bam wop-wop bam

boom plunk
boom kerplunk
boom plunk

wop bam wop-wop bam
wop bam wop-wop bam

tickity-tick-tick tickity-tock

wop bam wop-wop bam
wop bam wop-wop bam

tickity-tick-tick tickity-tock

boom
ker-plunk

Breakin’ Free

My eyes are closed and all is dark

The area around me feels very stark

My mind is curious and starts to whir

As my body responds and begins to stir

My throat burns to put forth a call

But I am cramped and crushed against a wall

My body responds to the pressure and weight

Hitting and smashing to meet my fate

I break through at last and finally feel

A fresh breeze on my face that seems surreal

I continue to work and enlarge the hole

Gaining momentum with my new found goal

I squeeze through the widened tear

Finally breaking forth into the fresh new air

Years

I look into your face

and see glimpses of who you used to be.

The person I knew,

whom I called friend and could always count on.

But then the scene changed.

Distance was put between us and years passed.

And now we meet again

in different worlds and times.

The challenge

is to pickup the broken pieces and fill in the gaps.

Time goes on as we talk

about what we missed in each others lives.

Events and celebrations

missed on both sides seem out of reach.

Goals and ideas for the future

are expressed and thought upon.

I see flickers of your old self

but I realize that you’re not the same.

When did you change?

I cannot claim to know you anymore.

The years have made you unknown to me.