Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

life's high

Some friends that live around me
Are never looking up
They’re staring at the ground
And cursing their bad luck

They like to cry and moan
I hate to think they’re right
When I walk in the door
I kiss myself goodnight

I dream about tomorrow
With wishes that I hold
Close to me without sorrow
Though I might be too damn old

My giggles and my laughter
Still rise into the sky
Might miss the thing I’m after
But I’ll hang onto the high

Life’s high.


  1. I love this, Dixie - I sometimes forget to look up, but I have a toe ring that says "Love", to remind me on the days I look down that I am loved. I shall remind myself of this poem on days I look down. Thank you :) xx

  2. A jewel shining through:
    Thanks for that; maybe I need to rethink getting that toe ring that says... bite me?
    J~ you are loved. xx

  3. I take it your thoughts are slowly coming back enough to produce a lovely piece of work like that; and how glad I am that they are =]



  4. MM&I: I might call it, "reality dreaming of reality" lol. It just came out the other evening; I never know... thank you [:0)


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