G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

She turns up her nose at the marker there
Which lets each family member label their red plastic cup.
Big gatherings frequently number thirty or more,
Enough to use the package contents up.
Rather than waste them by losing track
And having to get another to use,
A name printed in black saves the day
And makes one’s cup harder to lose.
“Tacky” she says with an arrogant air
And gives us the glare we know well.
She’s out in the country in body but soul-
Wise she’s really a big city swell.

Make it an adventure,
an adventure guided
by the confines of love

And every turn
Every beat of your heart
Must see and say
And sing it softly

Just enter, -total!
glorious!
and without reserve,
saying, "I show all"

Ooh! and to offer all
To offer all!
O sweet, sweet heart
Could you offer all!

Seized by a gust of wind
caught by complete surprize,
but he knew enough as well
just to hold on tight!
Up, up and away
heading towards the sky.
Umbrella clenched in death grip
he rose up four feet high.
His mother grabbed his shoe
and pulled him to her side.
Another crazy incident
that could have gone awry!

I had a little peanut
I carried in my hand.
Met up with some guy, Peter,
who used it in a brand
of butter.

I had a walking stick
leaning against the wall.
A royal lad named William Mayne
used it to hit a ball
like a putter.

Canned popcorn lid, had I
that fell and became dented.
A war hero named Morrison
tossed it and then invented
the Pluto Platter.

Fresh mint green lawns
A black silk feathered bird
hopping On delicate
springs

Tangerine beaked bill
seeking out it's next meal

Cloud birds on wings
of symphony travelling
from the pop stars of the
trees

filling into the dome of
Electric blue skies a
bone warming blissfulness.

Bright blades of golden
sunshine massaging
the backs of peaceful
gardens.

Mom would make them,
bake them up sweet!
They were supposed to be
the whole families treat?
I'd stand right beside her
stealing spoonfuls of batter.
When I was a kid
well, not much else mattered!
She'd criss cross the tops
and bake them together.
By the time they were finished
the aroma had gathered,
straight up in our nostrils
from off of the platter.
We'd run to the table
and take off our ball caps,
to eat them with milk
and take a long nap!

I am mountain
I am sea
I am desert
I am tree

I am the taste of salt
I am the rushing rain
I am the smell of earth rising
I am red poppies of the plain

I am universal
I am the only
I am of all present
I am of the lonely

I am your vision
I am your beam
I am your light
Your realized dream

I am the dust in the stars
The infinite being
The endless space and time
The knowing, all-seeing

In a world of Chaos, lost and alone
a soul wanders searching for home
a heart adrift, longing to belong
yet feeling like an outsider all along.
In a sea of strangers a lone figure stands
Searching connection, reaching out hands,
but the world is vast and the path is unclear
as the lost soul struggles to find their sphere.
Yet deep within, a flicker of Hope,
guiding them onward an helping them cope,
so fear not,wanderer,for your not alone
in this mad world you'll find a place to call home.

I want simplicity - a clear cut path.
I want a big yellow road sign pointing me where to go, and a GPS, kindly reminding me which exit to get off at.
I want the robed figures on my tarot cards to open their mouths and speak to me, to give me some directions I can scrawl on scrap paper and pin to my cork board.
I want my professor to teach me about purpose-
what should I do with my life? Who should I love?
Biology is boring I want the real stuff.
Tell me what clubs to join, what people to avoid.
What to eat, How to be hungry.