Sunday, February 20, 2005
Crooked Staircase
Call was at 12:30 - it's 1
so many things swimming - no sharks, just whales
the whales of responsibility and deadlines
how many hours does it take to write a paper?
how many hours you got?
be a flower, be a lady, be a tempest, be an ice cream cone,
ahhh, paint my face and call me rosy
but don't call me at three in the morning, zzzzzz
Satan yells with clangs and cymbols
God whispers in my dreams with wistful songs of peace
the stage is dark, black, i cannot see a soul
the lights blaze and i am smiling, dreams come true
the light is coming from my soul, the Spirit shines
A crown of beauty instead of ashes
as i drop kick my urn into the ocean
I say to the devil
"check-mate"
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Hey,
ReplyDeleteThis is Lindsey from Bayshore Volleyball camp from like 2 summers ago. Not sure if you'll remember me, but i was in Lissa's Cabin..and one night you watched us..as we learned how to PF..my sis and I still laugh about that and wish we were back.Well I thought i see how ya was doing, and let you know that we are doing great!!! Hope you are having a Grand time with your life, and I hope God blesses you in every way possible!!!!!
Love,
PFing Lindsey (hee hee)