Far, Far Away

For no reason I feel like rhyming
Quite frankly, I haven't a better timing
Sitting at my desk
wishing I could rest
and dream of a place I've never been
Far away, take me again and again
Where the wind blows under a sycamore tree
and there's fresh honey from a hive of bees
and dew on the grass
as I relax at last
and eat berries all day
where the song of the world takes me away

The silence of nature and peace
crickets and grass-
hoppers
that creek while you sleep
and blue birds who sing in their nests
and hit solo's (they think they're the best)
a symphony of frogs and running water
the beat of their song, teeter totter
as the whispers from mother nature rock you to and fro
and you haven't a care in your tree, you breathe on bow

The electricity and sway in the nights sky
radiates magenta way up high
in a feild of dreams
where man can seem
to find a bit of heaven on earth
while digging his hands deep in the dirt

The worms come crawling at night
the flocks come low with delight
circling and sneering
they all come peering
at the feast all around
they dive to the ground

The wild horses run past
stopping only for grass

while the monkey bows down for healing
a huge outdoor meeting
they gather they're feast of fruits
and go crazy and mow on the loot


And over in the corner near a tree
is a lioness and her favorite three
she licks them clean after they play
and when they bite, she shoo's them away
atop a mountain, on the side of a rock
builds their home, a fortress in the dark

she roams to visit the being
hanging and sleeping
who has blueberries stuck to it's teeth
she spreads their arms for a reach
and plops her weight on their lap
licking and prodding the sweet sap
just like one of her cubs
but this one she also loves
because she finds her peace
in resting with a human beast

The elephant trumps by
watching for the little guy
who can barely walk
good thing he can't talk
as he leans with the wind
and momma begins to sing
to calm her new born baby,
just maybe
a soft sweet nearly distinct lullaby
as her baby continues to quiver and cry

A cougar perched on the branches
yelling at the zebra for being so rancid
and mocking the birds that flock below
taunting and haunting their house on the bow
while caressing her belly
she's just about ready
so hurry up, fall!
it's dinner already



The lion suddenly begins to rise
and take stance to her bird friend's demise

she calls to the cougar
"you better be smoother
I'll share with you dinner of fish
but my birdies are not a dish"


If we could live in a world with no hunger
maybe a little bit younger
where time is too long
and we make up our own songs
and funny shapes in the clouds
tell you stories out loud
that make you laugh to the pit of your stomache
if we could love without regretting heartache
because if there's no pain it's numb
and the world a blur just seems dumb
but to stop and smell the sycamore tree
and the roses perched so neatly
and the grass a little bit green
and our tongues actually clean
and our souls beware of the unseen
in the dark of the forest
and nature at it's best
working within our every step
when we weren't so scared of the dark
and wanted to play in the park
or cards on a rainy day
to shoo the hurt of life away
if we could all lay with the lioness and be cleaned
be thankful for the day well spent and redeem
a moment of peace
within a smile at least
and thank God for giving us this day
it might be a better place, far far away





I found these photo using google image search.
~ http://www.photographyblog.com/images/photo_of_the_week/11170906/The%20Old%20Sycamore%20Tree.jpg
~ http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/rubens/daniel-lions-den.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.artchive.com/artchive/R/rubens/lions_den.jpg.html&usg=__fvo_y5rwyc2r7nvimQ5fQmy4NQM=&h=679&w=1012&sz=148&hl=en&start=77&tbnid=bhd2s6rFuMcLpM:&tbnh=101&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3DLions%26start%3D60%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D20%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN
~http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e267/Cj_Lemon/cute_animals_09.jpg
~http://www.hedweb.com/animimag/baby-elephant.jpg
~http://teachers.greenville.k12.sc.us/sites/ekrezdor/Animal%20Kingdom/Forms/AllItems.aspx
~http://presbyterian.typepad.com/foodandfaith/2007/04/crying_over_blu.html -An amazing story about blueberries. You all should endulge. It's life changing. The sweet taste of fruit.
~http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/gelada.html
~http://www.ejphoto.com/cougar_page.htm
~http://www.bbc.co.uk/nottingham/content/image_galleries/tobias_smith_travelling_in_africa_gallery.shtml?13
~http://flickr.com/photos/wild_images/1006550377/
~http://www.highcountrypassage.com/tripIndex/destinations/Botswana/
~http://www.simplici-tea.com/product_page.htm
~http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-494610/Massacre-murder-spring-The-shocking-cull-wild-horses-Aussie-outback.html
~http://animal-world.com/encyclo/birds/lovebirds/fischerslovebird.php

Above are the links to the pictures I found.
The painting is an Oil on Canvas by Peter Paul Rubens
called "Daniel in the Lion's Den"
The other is an amazing picture of my imaginary sycamore tree. Just to add some flair. :)
And another is a man hugging a white tiger. I simply couldn't resist!
Lastly, I used Google Image Search once again and stumbled on this
website; http://www.childrenshomeofrdg.org/ where I found the picture of the kids hands.
It's amazing and because of people like this, maybe it wouldn't be a better place far, far away.

Vous n'avez besoin que d'amour
Allez-vous danser avec moi et faire l'amour pour moi la nuit?
Les braisers sont les non-dits mots d'amour de mon enfant, mon ami.
Ou il ya de l'amour est pardon.
Ou il ya la douleur il ya la passion.
L'amour de vos soeurs et vos freres,
et votre amour, toujours l'amour de votre mere.
Aimer le monde autour de vous.
L'amour de ciel, le vent, et l'ocean bleu.
N'ayez pas peur de nous mettre dans.
Respirer, de creer et de soudure dans le vent.


All you need is love

Will you dance with me and make love to me in the night?
Kisses are the unspoken words of love, my child, my friend.
Where there is love, there is forgiveness.
Where there is pain, there is passion.
Love your sisters and your brothers
and your lover, always love your mother.
Love the world around you,
the love of heaven, wind and ocean bleu.
Don't be afraid to let us in.
Breathe, create and lean into the wind.


Pictures found on Google Image;
http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh61/75641/dancing_in_the_moonlight.jpg
http://timesonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/beatles_love.jpg

Letter to My God, My salvation

Psalm 23
23:1
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. 3 He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overfows/
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.


Psalm 27
7 Hear, O Lord, when I cry aloud;
be gracious to me and answer me!
8 You have said, "Seek my face."
My heart says to you,
"Your face, Lord, do I seek."
9 Hide not your face from me.
Turn not your servant away in anger,
O you who have been my help.
Cast me not off; forsake me not,
O God of my salvation!
10 FOr my father and my mother have forsaken me,
but the Lord will take me in.
11 Teach me your way, O Lord,
and lead me on a level path
because of my enemies.
12 Give me not up to the will of my adversaries;
for false witnesses have risen against me,
and they breathe out violence.
13 I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living!
14 Wait for the Lord;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
WAIT FOR THE LORD

Memo to God:
I am in awe with the sincerity and strength of the chosen people you had write your word and I constantly feed off of and learn from these little parables of life and love which find ways to humble me everyday. I am forever grateful for your support through this ever living truth and word. I do not doubt you often haha, O Lord, but to what extent should we take this seriously? Is this supposed to be an invisible, unspoken, politically incorrect joke or are we not suppose to have vast minds and relate anything, whatsoever to humor in life's awkward moments or consider any induendos? Thought I'd ask how literal are we suppose to be anyway? Is this figuratively, metaphorically, or literally? My emphasis has been metaphoric and perhaps a smigen of literal but you gave us laughter, humanity and intelligence. Are we not suppose to establish a sense of natural occurance and coping methods? Of course psalms are written praises to you from other hearts and not your actual word. They are examples and prayers we often say to you ourselves over and over to triumph a difficult time or thank you for giving us anything we have. Should I live so worried about my sin or worried that I haven't lived? Considerably speaking, my idea of living is to have no regrets, to give without wanting back, to love unconditionally, to find pleasure and joy and satisfaction with what we do in our daily lives because tomorrow isn't necessarily guaranteed. I'm not perfect God.
Why would you bother with me? I'll never be a lot of things but one thing I know I am is strong in you. I cuss and swear, have sex, not often lately but often enough where it's a sin, crank butts like it's New Year's Eve and they won't make anymore ever again. I spill coffee on my favorite clothes and it's all your fault for inventing colored coffee in the first place and I sit and dwell on who's gonna be Paris Hilton's new best friend. As like many of us out there, I am very secular. My ideas of sin are blurred. I think intention and respect, honesty and good natured, humane, unwavering and positive people who know the true definition of love and faith are the ones that stick out to you? Do they? Or is it the old lady who does nothing wrong (which is impossible since she's only Jesus' cousin) who makes you proud just because she shows up to church on sundays? I'm confused. I'm berate. I'm mad and I'm tired of being imperfect.
I'm your beautiful letdown. I'm your art slumbering in the stone. I'm the soul you breeched into this world and the love you have long forgotten to prove since 2000 years ago.
I still believe even when I can't see you and it took 500 people seeing Jesus rise from the dead for them to give you a second thought and I can't imagine not knowing you exist.
I thank you for everything I have as often as I can.
I cherish love.
I cherish loved ones and myself.
I cherish time and the value of life.
I shall not want. I have to remind myself to stop questioning the universe. Why have you allowed curious to be a human function? If you gave us these abilities, these instances, these ideals, these limits and standards, do we not have freedom with them? Do we not have the right to ask questions?Thought I'd take up discrepencies. I'm sure when you read this you'll be aggravated because you've tried to answer me so many times but I need a reminder of why....


If you could write back that would be great!

Thanks

Heidi Annie Straus - Made on 3-5-87
I live in the us in NH in case you couldn't tell if it were the girl in Germany
or swits or what.

Momma said there'll be days like this

I hate the idea that everywhere I turn lately, I mean reflectively, I'm not an idiot,
but everywhere I go, people are reminding me how much I suck or disappoint them.
When one person tells you that you have a big huge purple dot on your forehead,
you tend to blow them off, and you go through out your day as normal and
everyone else says you do NOT have a purple dot, then the likelihood of not
having that dot is slim and you won't double check in the mirror.
If you walk around and every single person tells you that you have that
huge fucking purple disgusting dot on your fucking forehead, you
will go running to go wash it off as quick as you can because let's face it,
no one wants to walk around with something unknown, like purple dots
we can't see or death or mistakes, the big word, the end all judgement doer,
a simple, idiodic upsetting mistake. We tend to walk blindfolded
and never run to double check ourselves until we find out we
have anything obstructive to our outer image.
It started off with you telling me I said this or that and it affected you.
Then it turned into every one I meet.
This lead me to believe I needed to doulble check myself. To knock down a
few notches, to peak in the mirror and scrub off any uneven, poor surfaces
and marks of mistakes from that chocolate I never should have eaten.
I began to torture myself wondering if what I said was wrong that day and eventually,
it ate at me before I went to bed. You all in your own way tell me I have no filter,
I am completely, genuinely, 100% babble mouth, so much so you consider
me "The Voice" if I were to be a super hero.

You all run to me with your issues as I sit and attempt to be
soft and kind and reasonable with my response.
I never sugar coat anything.
I'm tired of looking to see if I have a fucking dot.
So what if I do?
If I disappoint you, I'm not sorry.
I'm tired of being shit on because I am not sensitive enough
for your ego's and I call out the truth as I see it.
Don't talk to me.. I'm no good for you.
My warning label is too long to print.
Believe me when I say I'm not what you expected.
Don't waste your time if I drive you nutsor what I say or do
offends any of you.
The few amazing people on this planet who genuinely love me for me,
thank you so very much.
For those who think I talk too much,
I say too much or not enough, I drive you batty or you think I'm really
rude...
Which is 99% of you all
Don't bother asking me if I wanna talk anymore
I give up
Somehow I ruin things
I push people away and create unnecessary havoc because
of my beliefs in freedom of speech.
I have no filter..
I will steel your fame.
Don't leave it out.
And of course, I'm the most untrustworthy, unloyal,
back stabbing bitch cunt you could ever meet especially
when my heart is so small. I drink hatorade for breakfast,
lunch and dinner and I have no soul.
Don't bother with me.
Save yourself the time.
Leave me be so I can crawl into a hole and remember I will never be
good enough for any of you.



One day I will wake up in MY own bed, in MY own home,
and get into MY shower, get ready in MY bedroom while my kids are running
around, (someday) and I will get into MY car,
and drive to the grocery store and buy dinner
for MY true friends.
Later that evening I will be standing in MY new beautiful
kitchen scrubbing dishes and reaching for the soap and I'll
laugh and sigh at the quietness through the house.
I'll reflect on how wonderful dinner was and how well it
went for the seating arrangement and how proud I am
to be Susie FUCKING Homemaker and that my yams
came out good and I didn't over cook the sauce.
I'll be skinny, thirty, flirty and thriving and loving my life
and even though I don't have 1 million friends there for dinner
I will have my small handful of friends who
appreciated me, had the balls to talk to me to my face,
respected me, loved me unconditionally and
didn't mind the once upon a time when I didn't
have anything more to give than a good hug and
I will be in my glory, standing in
MY life, and loving each and every one of MY true
friends..


In case you didn't get the mental picture,
I will never be susie homemaker, skinny or
republican. I'll probably never have a house and I'll
never be able to make my sauce not break
before my yams come out of the oven.
But one thing I hope I do have is
Chinese food in my teensy two bedroom flat
with people who respect me and have the balls
to tell me I have a purple dot when they see
it not when I've walked around with it on all
damned fucking day.

So there.


I am using a picture from the famous French Toast Girl's blog.
I hope she doesn't mind.
This is her link. You should all check her out.
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.frenchtoastgirl.com/weblog/images/fourteen.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.frenchtoastgirl.com/weblog/2007_02_01_archive.shtml&usg=__5ZV49BnMdwd88SDdqSTu0en3nlE=&h=464&w=430&sz=32&hl=en&start=10&tbnid=tsdMeP6mpjqjIM:&tbnh=128&tbnw=119&prev=/images%3Fq%3DMAMA%2BSAID%2BTHERE%2BWILL%2BBE%2BDAYS%2BLIKE%2BTHIS%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG
~http://blog.edgarvincentbautista.com/2008/05/10-stress-busting-tips.html
~http://louisagiffard.com/blog.pl?id=9
~http://isitladolcevita.blogspot.com/2008/09/mirror-of-me.html
~http://www.entrepremusings.com/index.php/2007/08/29/comments-now-working-and-fortune-cookies/