"Resident Blues."

Okay, just thought I'd tell everybody a little something: When i was a teenager, I wrote poetry, mostly about how picked on or awful it was to be in love and how boys didn't understand or parents didn't understand.........pretty pathetic huh? Well it was reawakened on my 40th birthday after being at work and feeling unappreciated and particularly mellancolly (sp) and this is what i wrote when i got home that night:

Aware, confusion;
real, illusion.
Questions, repetitive;
answers, sedative.
Vision, glazed;
rambling, dazed.
Wonder, mystery;
knowledge, history.
Hope, despair;
amputee, wheelchair.
Lying, healing;
walking, wheeling.
Hitting, caring;
spitting, sharing.
Push, shove;
hate, love.
Crying, amends;
residents, friends.

this one was entered in a contest, made to semifinals, and they wrote to me to get permission to publish it, and again later wrote to me to get permission to record it on CD. I am honored. But i didn't bite and buy the set. LOL

Oodles again!!! Faith