blue moon blessings count your blessings leave faults behind find calm in the room under the unique blue moon when wishes come true the energy empowering bathe in it’s beams dance in it’s light a time for newness a time of pain ending a time to manifest a time
mom mom you made me you gave to me asking nothing in return mom you showed me the way sometimes pushed
my tree this was my tree not yours the one i would sit under and discover the one i would sit under and cry the one i would sit under and wonder when when when would you sit beside
grandma’s chair stacked not ready for packing or sale grandma’s stuff piled on a curb i still see her in that one chair smiles & laughter under a hat of curled blue-gray hair her chair the one that sat next to the piano no one ever played
unveiling you wanted answers there were none you didn’t ask you demanded in some righteous manner as if you deserved you failed to communicate you didn’t enquire you wondered why i stared it wasn’t at you i looked beyond disbelief suspicion and distrust i’d given
BG bombastic the attitude pretentious with hints of maliciousness an arrogant approach on the verge of an overdose a lighter touch indeed would succeed cornering the champions with longwinded air forgetting elegance relying on flare eloquence not the forte a collection of battle words & terms
