Alice in the Weeds

Random encounters that lodge in the mind

While old friends vanish from view

Rabbit hole fall

time to be small

how curious

Pass me a hat

But please don’t be mad

Twiddle de diddle de dum

Hare around

And March to the sound

Of snoring 

Yesterday was me 

and tomorrow is who

The Cheshire Cat grin

turned upside down

And a porpoise was lost in the sea

Aff their heads

While sleeping in pots

Pipe smoking larvae indeed

Impossible things

Believed in their time

Followed by jam tarts for tea

Wonderland wanders between now and then

While innocents pass by the side

Today is not

Any other day

It brings tears to the eyes

Or smiles of surprise

But we all have somewhere to be

Different Songs

You read stuff

You feel stuff

You get on board

But somehow

Your heart hurts

Cos of what ye\"ve heard

You may be right

You may be wrong

We\"re all singing

Different songs

All we know is 

How we feel

Ins and outs of

What is real

Somehow somewhere

Life will be 

How we imagine

It to be

Dorothy in the Weeds

Home, I clicked

But the red shoes were gone

Dancing down the yellow brick road

I followed my heart, though my head said nay and my courage was gone through my toes.

Haystack hair

And crows that scare

And a brain that has run for the trees.

Tin tin, let me in

To your heart

I hate the disjoint 

Ease up my friend

Moving on takes guts

Roar if you need 

Purr if you can

And pounce on every chance

Love your way to the end of the road

And marvel

In wonder

At the fact you get to start again.

Head west my pretty.

That way lies dissolution.

Monkey around

Until you get found

In a castle set by the sea.

Water is friend

Licence to bend

Just so you can finally be free.

But obligation calls

Regardless

Deception unveiled

Reality shared

It’s all just a lot of hot air 

Close your eyes

Click your heels

And remember who makes a place home.

Chance Dance

We chanced, we danced, but it was a lie.

Hell, who am I kidding.

It was chances, romances and I let all of them die.

Pain

Nothing that's important

Nothing that I'll tell

Just a few reminders

That things aren't always well.

Someone that I thought of

Someone that I loved

Just another memory that 

It's never safe to trust 

Let me wander freely, 

Let me wonder more

Let me have the anger

For just a second more

Dance lie

You and I were always a lie.

A falsehood we sidestepped 

In an old fashioned way.

Feminism vs equality

I am a bad feminist.

I try my best to be current.

But there are quotes that resonate and I cannot let them go.


"So now it is difficult for me to call others bigots when I am one myself. I tell people at once, to warn them, that I suffer from deformation of character. But the truth is I am sick unto death of four thousand years of males telling me how rotten my sex is. Especially it makes me sick when I look around and see such rotten men and such magnificent women, all of whom have a sneaking suspicion that the four thousand years of remarks are correct. These days I feel like an outlaw, a criminal. Maybe that's what the people perceive who look at me so strangely as I walk the beach. I feel like an outlaw not only because I think that men are rotten and women are great, but because I have come to believe that oppressed people have the right to use criminal means to survive. Criminal means being, of course, defying the laws passed by the oppressors to keep the oppressed in line. Such a position takes you scarily close to advocating oppression itself, though. We are bound in by the terms of the sentence. Subject-verb-object. The best we can do is turn it around. and that's no answer, is it?”

― Marilyn French, The Women's Room