Springsize’s Profile

My Mother was ....

40 years, a loyalist, spent
working for the government
she had so many secrets
'bout things that they did do
the Pentagon, MacArthur
at the helm of WWII
there even was a contract
she signed, she won't talk loose
and no, we can't have spilling
from the General's la deuce
that's one for the public
and one for the truth
come take your little curveball
that's French for you won't talk
it makes you feel all slow
'n fuzzy, you can't walk
no morning ein adrenalin
no mugs 'a coffee here
can't have some old, remembering
anything, too clear
the national security
with their secret hidden issues
so here's a bliss-filled wish you
could have known my mother strong
before they took her memory and her life went away.
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'Humble and meek is the angel of Earth, for she has no wings to fly, nor golden rays of light to pierce the mist. But great is her strength and vast is her domain, for she covers the earth with her power, and without her the Sons of Men would be no more, for no man can live without the grass, the trees and the plants of the Earthly Mother. But now I will speak to you of mysterious things, for I tell you truly, the humble grass is more than food for man and beast. It hides its glory beneath a lowly aspect, as it was told of a ruler of old that he visited the villages of his subjects disguised as a beggar, knowing they would tell many things to such a one, but would fall down in fear before their King. So does the humble grass hide its glory under its coat of humble green, and the Sons of Men walk on it, plough it, feed it to their beasts, but know not what secrets are hidden within it.' Dead Sea Scrolls

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I belong to the wind ... where I soar high
and I'm laughing at time, 'cause I don't say good-bye.
So you ask where I came from, but you know I can't tell
it seems that I never, did remember, that well.
Then you ask where I'm going, but it's a long way from now
and please don't remind me, to think of the how
Now you're asking my name, so here's one illusion
the cocoons are my mothers, and they all call me Susan
And I'm flying low, and I'm flying high
can you really remember, what it's like to fly by
all of the colors, their shapes like no others
it's really quite warm to see life in this way
And the discouraging looks, with their bedpans that say
"You're no longer seven, so why should you play"
'Cause there's only today, to live life this way.