moonlight

[Sunnydaydreams]

dancing in the river under the big blue moon
splashing silver water at my dear sweet love
his brown eyes flashing and his smile brighter
than all the sparkling stars above
as he playfully pushes me into the warm water
deer foxes and otters come to join our celebration
my long curly brown hair blows
in the gentle breeze along with his
together as one strands float away tangled
drifting along some unknown path
and unseen journey towards the starlit sky
much like the two of us who go
where fate and karma take us
living one day at a time and
appreciating the joy and beauty
not taking the little things of life forgranted
our magical moonlight river dance
we love to live and we live to love

:liebe028:
peace & love

[Sunnydaydreams]

i have been sitting in front of this stone age machine listening to the trash spewed out of some know everything doctor for the past two hours and i feel my mind has been dulled considerably. now some overpaid person is trying to sell some product which will no doubt give the consumers a heart attack at the age of 45. its hard to think even one original thought with all of this pathetic dribble in the background. time to turn this junk off for another fifteen minutes until some dullard flips it back on.

[Sunnydaydreams]

sadness, the peace i loved is now broken, broken by the dull and dreary noise dribbling from my mother. "maybe because you're not happy here, you think no one else can be happy." well, mother, that is called projecting; what i was doing was listening to what she said. its easy to hear if you pay attention to the words chosen, to the tone of voice, and watch her expressions. no, she is not a happy girl. what girl is happy when she describes her perfectly dolled to perfection face as ugly? when she says "no i am not depressed" that is code for "help me! i am in this ugly hole & there's no way out. this is the best it will ever be." you can tell she is not happy in the little things she does, in the way she describes her home, the way she constantly picks at her imperfections. no, mother, you are wrong. you hear but you do not listen.