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it was meant to be mayhem
the link may not work.
i got drunk, well, tipsy? last night. first time in ever so long. i cried over my son. over my daughter, bekah, and how much i miss her. how i try to keep her alive.

someday soon i may be the only one. i don't know. i do know and learn most profoundly over and over, the truth - my truth, and bekah's, and, i believe, an important truth for anyone - love doesn't die.

which is probably why i still get up and try to live. it is love.

ok, so i am an old hippie. i was a yuppie for five minutes in 1985 or thereabouts and then i reverted to an old hippie. i worked on sunset boulevard for five years but was never even tempted to get a tit job or inject botox into my face. just an old hippie

love does not die. try to recall this while mourning.

i don't know if i can make the link work right, so here is the poem:

the link below takes you to thoughtcafe but not to this poem, which is what i wanted to share.

mayhem

it was mayhem to go
open twenty-four hours
bargain basement mayhem
junk food mayhem
cheap as cheese

it was an ancient wreck
the collision of universes
the unification of cosmoses
mayhem was close to moses
a stuttering bush

in flames
the infant mayhem
was he really wanted
and if not,
why so widely courted?

it was meant to be mayhem
why ask why
slash away,
slash and burn
it was always mayhem

puzzle pieces, body parts
arrange, unarrange, rearrange
it may be strange mayhem
just try to deny
it was always a rendering

it was flux redux
and redux again
it was perpetual mayhem
a constancy of change
exchanged at the drive-thru

pockets full of mayhem
fire is a riot
clouds drag and disperse
dispensing mayhem and water
let's sizzle like hail on the roof

hail mayhem
do you need more proof
history is shredded,
then fed to our youth
mayhem is, mayhem is the truth.

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- posted by barbara @ 5/19/2002 11:24:00 AM