Song of the Thorn Bird

Song of the Thorn Bird

Sunday, February 28, 2010


Love is lost in life’s twisted melodies.

Songs are of happy forevers
that never come true.
And the only saving melody that
can be heard, is often killed by two.

--written by Lisa, fall of 1985

Saturday, February 27, 2010

A Place to Be

Alone is a place to be.
Alone is my reality.

No one here by my side,
Alone to take this crazy ride.

Yes, alone I may be.
Not the same as lonely,

None to tell me I cant’ be “I”,
free to dream, to soar and fly.

My heart, my wants have pushed me through,
to listen, taste, touch, see, feel, and do.

Alone is a contented place to be.
Alone is my serene reality.