That was the song I learned.
Does that make me a certain age?
Carole King- Tapestry.......
Carole king tapestry you've got a friend
or a feminist?
or female-centric?
or just liking good song writing?
good?
am i the Judge?
it moved me.
the sound of her voice. the tone, strong and deep.
and it made friendship sound so important and vital.
Alone at the back door to paradise.....
Solitary child.
No friends really.
Secret life
my secret life
of Arabia, insanity,dreams, visions, emotions,volumes of suppression of creative and destructive impulses.
excretion.
extinction.
no one ever explained friends
no one ever told me friends
what they meant, what they were
alone in imaginary swirls of light and shadow i danced around looking through layers of scarves
held up to the sun
while the boys and girls played at
cowboys
killing
war
tea parties
doll house tending
learning to be mommies and daddies
alone again
it is winter.
cold. dark. night.
I will awake tonight.
I call forth the inknowing to learn. I seek.
Friends?
who are you? what are you?
will u hold my head as i vomit blood?
will u laugh at my witty remarks?
will u pick me up when i fall?
will u be there
really
be there
meaning here
here
here
now with me
if i need u
and call to u
will u come friends?
dying alone sounds so
unimaginative
to be friends....
to be friends....
to be friends
what do u need also?
isn't that part of it?
no one told me
mommy stabs me
daddy ignores
no one taught me
I am naked and alone
born alone raised by nothing and none to be nothing and no one.
Alone.
Disgraced.
Dismembered from myself.
Now I know myself.
and am Myself.
but still....
friendships ?
what calls u to friendship?
what is friendship?
friends?
who?what/why?how?
I am born naked and alone...will u be my friend?
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