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The desire is strong.

Dark ecstasy wrapped in foil.

I need chocolate!

I got physical,

But an uphill at the end?

Did it anyway!

She gave me a lot:

Her pink jeans and humor genes.

I miss my Momma.

Friend, Lover, Teacher,

Geek, Healer, Parent, Seeker -

Who am I, really?

I posted this as a poem and submitted it here on Wiffledust. I then decided to turn it into a song. It is not a finished product by a long shot, but I am doing this here as part of sharing my process.

Here are revised lyrics for the song. The song is on my page

Let Sleeping Icons Lie



1) Let sleeping Icons lie.…

I do find myself loving technology, but savoring old fashioned pleasures like real face time with friends, hand written letters, and the like.

Sometime I feel like we ( I will speak for myself) have just accepted the madness of these times as normal. I decided it is the new 21st Century sane.

Up for collaboration if someone comes up with music

Lyrics:

The New 21st Century Sane



I’m a canary and I like to tweet

But I shy away from twittering

I’ll throw…

Yesterday I watched Weatherman Jim Kosek in Baltimore:

Here was his rant:

Oh boy…

Let me know if you figure it out.

Don't have a clue about music for it. Maybe spoken word funk....hmmmmm, I'm thinking Stephen :-)

That being said, here it is

Excuse any sexist implication. This was done in fun!

Being Number 2



Ouch! Quit pushing. Do you think that I’ll work faster?

Hey! Lighten up. Can’t you just go with the flow?

Bungle! I’ll clean it. Don’t mind helping you communicate

Sometimes I think that you don’t know which way…