One of those days….

....where you don't want to see things from both sides.
...where you don't want to be reasonable.
...when you just want to feel like being mad is okay, and royally pissed off is better.
...where you admit you just don't get it, any of it, at all, EVER and  want to quit trying.
...when you want to hurt someone's feelings cause they hurt yours.
...where you don't want to feel like you have to be nice about any of  it to anyone.
...when you let the tears fall without wiping them away and know  they are YOURS.
....where you want to stomp, shoot and flatten it all and start again.
...when you just want to be held and the only arms around are your  own.
...where you break all those lofty promises about being fair and  reasonable and opt for cynically optimistic.
...when you decide the phone really does work and no one wants to  call you, and you don't know what to say if you call them,  but you still want someone you know to call.
...when you can't explain how you feel like Kali and Venus all at the  same time but as both sides stand and face each other they  'know' it's true.
...when you are tired of  wondering why they do what they do and  just wish they wouldn't anymore.
...where a pot of coffee and two novels fill a morning and like Calgone can 'take you away'
...where a dog bite hurts like hell and your wounded heart doesn't  feel much better but it's your pride that's angry!
...when animals are your best friends, and people are alien creatures  you'll never understand.
...where you say try to say what you need to and nothing comes out right.
When you just start letting words come out and send them to the only people who have a hope in hell of understanding them at all....

Sing a song of my home!
Tell a tale of hills so green,
Grains swaying golden.
Mountains rising up so blue.
Cottonwoods and spruce,
Sage and willow among,
Blushing river stones.
The echo of water running.
Birdsong and cry and
Sweep of wing and of
Hooves flying, mane rising
Of my memories of home!

Ride The River

You asked me once what I wanted.
I'm ready to tell you now,
I want you to ride the river with me.
 
Fast boat, slow raft or a floating log.
Over the rapids and through the rocks.
Easing down the smooth but deep spots.
 
Ride the river with me, back to back.
Ride the river with me, side by side.
One on rudder and one on oar.
 
Looking ahead for trouble and safe rest.
Remembering what's behind but not looking.
Riding the river one bend, one mile at a time.
 
Ride the river with me, come with me.
We can ride for little while or ride to the sea.
See the jungle, desert and all in between.
 
We can rest in port or an isolated shore.
Just ride the river with me, the river of living.
Riding the river isn't easy but it's worth the work.
 
I wish I could ask you to come with me.
We've come so far and have so much to see.
Come my dear, ride the river with me!

In The Room...

In the room where you stay,
With sun shuttered to a single ray.
Where the world dances in the hall,
And you just stay away from it all.
 
In the house where you live,
With brightly painted outer walls,
With dingy and pale painted halls.
Where the world passes by you,
And you thought you really knew.
 
In the garden where you never go,
Weeds, roses, hollyhocks and poppies grow.
With tangled stems and shiny blooms,
Behind the house of many rooms.