choices are a funny thing. don’t like your circumstances? you are free..to choose -different. the beauty of freedom, is a mind set. i am free to see the beauty of life. i am free to inject myself with nature. choices.
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grand is me journey me me me…stop. doe..rae..me..fas..ei..lote..doe
lost tone so perfect, empty is pitch. i remember choices..freedom. i remember sadness death….just a bystander watching…all go by
not i. i am in it…slithering in vomit .. mi’ fun…….fresh warm cow shit..so soft gushy…stick my bare foot ..in it…stop…i don’t….dread embrace…aroma in air of change..crack the whip thunder enlighting
mother nature is on the way….tornado time..jump into steller……no-not a spelling error
fear real even when spelled wrong…..choices..freedom grand is me journey…me..me..me doe-ra-me-faw-si-la-ti-do sings a child memory.
sheri gordon 09//27/2017
A beautiful song..hiding
Afraid of love being heard
Pretending..to be…something different
Than the sweet melody
Of unwritten poetry..spoken so true without any words.
You sing inside my soul
In spite of fear- you can not hide..inside
Your mind’s maze
You can not make silent-with outward rage.
I hear your song.
written by sheri benefield/gordon 2005 Oxnard College . Oxnard California. FINAL Creative Writing.
tomorrow..for it is not here…it is there…waiting to become
tomorrow…i remember being born…today..live.. .. in a blink of a eye
tomorrow…never comes…. to become..a memory of today
i remember leaves spinning like a cyclone….i thought
tomorrow such a long wait…..to see prisms ..colors….leaves dying..
tomorrow..is not a promise…tomorrow is not a achievement to hang on the wall
like habitat for humanity….save the whales…so Asia can eat them
i remember nothing….blank is the end…blank is the begining
i remember nothing…i am faking..being awake…i pretend to be asleep walking
tomorrow i might wake up. freedom. by sheri gordon 09/24/2017