Free Until I Leave

I cannot drink from guarded wells,
the need arises to break free
and find a mountain stream,
surrounded by the Trees of Wisdom

strip myself of title and pretense,
bathe in the cool water of freedom,
dance to the rhythm of the thunder,
feel the mountain breeze in my veins

it’s much too hard to play the role
others prescribe for me; each step
in the direction away from myself
is a slide back into captivity

Janis sang ‘freedom’s just another
word for nothin’ left to lose‘, but
life taught me that if I lose myself to
to please others, I am no longer free

 I have to be free . . . I have to be me

True Love would accept nothing less,
Humility drinks freely the offering
of a free spirit; Arrogance denies its value

 dancing now in the twilight of my life,
I seek only free spirits to twirl with me
in the wide-open field of Unique Beings –
leave the powdered wigs for kangaroo courts

(originally posted 2015)

My Truth

It is a certainty that I will indeed fight if necessary to defend myself or those I love from an attack that would destroy. It’s just a part of all that I am.

I will never, however, fight to prove a point, inflict an opinion on another, force a choice on a fellow human being or wound another living creature intentionally. That’s just not an option for this aging warrior.

I was trained by the hands of abuse, control, hatred and death. Those are the subtle and deadly weapons of Evil.

I will never, ever stand on its side to make myself feel safe or superior.

I will walk in my truth, love from the same path & I will confront Evil when it attempts to stop me.


My Battle Plan

every step I take,
I measure,
lest I trip in
the darkness,
and fall prisoner
to hatred and lies

every choice I make,
I ponder,
for they are the 
force guiding
steps to either
captivity or freedom

every breath, I pray,
make clear my choice
and swift my feet,
that victory
may be mine

Blast From The Past

This was a song the hubster claimed for me in the 70’s. He used to say it was the me – he knew. The one I protected and withheld from all others. I don’t know. Some is true. Some is his bias towards me I think.

I just heard it again and it took me back to a time long ago. Music is really just a huge vault of my memories.