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My Bestemoer

Story Name: My Badd-Ass— Bestemor Bestemor... Grandmother— or I call her Bestemor (which is Danish for grandmother), in her youth, was a stout and tall woman-- she was built, with a fair-freckled complexion, and strawberry blond curls made from tight rollers that tumbled to her shoulders. She had a sort of Nichole Kidman air-- but stronger, as she walked down the street--a real head-turner. She’s always been a stoic lady— it’s likely in her Scandinavian blood. Hardheaded and stubborn—it’s probably where my family and I get our tenacity and unique ways. She married a black man in the midst of the civil rights movement in San Francisco, she was disowned by her Danish parents, and she took up the Baha'i faith-, which was rather uncommon in the 1940’s. She believed in acceptance and oneness-- Close your eyes to racial differences, and welcome with all the light oneness-- Bahá'u'lláh. She insisted on birthing four children despite the desires of others, and tricked her...

Summer Adventures: A Tidbit From a Month on The Road: Me, myself, and the Bear: Kings Canyon, California Feeling Conflicted: Addressing my Fears & Trying to Do the Right Thing in a high stakes situation

Not too sure how to explain things… but, I think… if I am in a group, and if someone is going to get separated, then that somebody’s going to be me! The rest of the crowd huddled together at the lower end of the trail. In order of animal-type creatures it was: the group of my comrades, me, and then the curious, fuzzy, tawny creature bumbling behind a log by my backpack. But, this was unbeknownst to me; I reached nonchalantly to hoist the 50 pound pack on my back and head up the trail. I was momentarily unaware of his proximity until I turned, only to find myself nose to tawny wet snout. His curious beady eyes peered into mine and the world around me blurred out of focus. “Oh hey dude.” I recall telling the adolescent creature and I turned to head up the trail in the direction toward our evening’s camp destination. To this day, I am still not sure how I kept such composure when I found myself practically snout to nose with an adolescent bear. Now, in order it was: me, a hungry...

So Real

G C9 Wasn’t the first time I met you before G C9 I told my self last ime, it wasn’t my candy store. C9 Oh wasn’t you I was so board, A D So I closed your door. G C9 So find me and tell me… (am) C What is so real so real. C Say it on the radio station F G What is so real so real. C Eternal hibernation F G What is so real so real? F G Naked alliteration F What is so real, G So real. G C9 Last year I told my self, G C9 Change your gears girl take your self help G C9 Step up step up and face your fears G C9 Be who you are— know what is real. C9 Tend to your needs, don’t want that any more, A D So I close that door. So find me and tell me, What is so real so real. Say it on the radio station What is so real so real. Eternal hibernation What is so real so real? Naked alliteration What is so real, so real. C G It’s the thought of rejection that gets me so low F G So blow it off sluff it off it is zero C G Scared of reality so unlo...

Love Letters

L is for the letters love, love that is in our future, Light that is in your smile, when your lips meet mine L is for the letters love, that have yet been written, L goes out to lasting, love, so take us there. O is your open heart, open to my off-beat part, building things we can call ours. Ocean’s deep, cliché’s reach, parts of what I want to say, that never seem to go my way V is my vested soul, that I want you to hold, Vital that you know, and keep my whole Vibrancy that clears my mind, when the day is not mine take me, when I’m exposed. E is for my every thought, that goes unspoken, E is for the ease, in which you make me smile. E is every time I say, things I swore I’d never say, Endlessness that I crave, in your arms L is for the letters love, love that is in our future, Light that is in your smile, when your lips meet mine

Little Sister

Hey little sister I know your in there Familiar gaze, caged in blue. Hey little sister I know you hear me You know my story like I know you. Pre-Chorus Find a way to take her back, take her back home Lost in the dark, she’ll find her way home Chorus Somehow… Somewhere… In the night all alone Stone-heart, broke-down, Fractured dreams(soul) painted gold—stone cold. For each of us, memories form in time You’ve written yours, I’ve written mine Paths diverging though once close Pushed apart by what we value most Pre-Chorus Chorus Bridge Reaching out my hand to you And wont grab me Don’t slip away, don’t go away Come out and play Dear little sister I know you’re in there, Life makes us but we are still the same Same girl (behind /masked) (derelict/broken-down) stare. Life changed you, but you’re still the same Little girl that you use to be Plastic fantasy, self made story When we grow and change, they grow apart You are still the same girl How life and experiences c...

Grooving Without You

D I’m in my room and I’m not alone G A I got my guitar and a microphone D You said I can’t sing and I don’t belong G A Bm A Sitting back strumming, I write this song D-A- G A G bm I been, siping on life, sipping on something D-A- bm G bm bm A7 I been dancing the blues, dancing with- out you E E7 With out you out you out Chorus I’ve been grooving, Grooving without you Moving, moving on moving on Can’t hold me Can’t hold me down, hold me down ‘Cuz I’m groovin (to the tune, to the tune) Groovin without you (grooving with out you) D You never saw how cool I am, G A And how lucky you were to be my friend D You said hurtful things, I don’t know who I am G A Bm A I stood beside you till the bitter end!! D-A- G A G bm A I been, feeling alright, feeling with- out you D-A- bm G bm A A7 I been— getting on life getting without you E E7 With- out you out you out Verse III D Without me, you would not get too far…shit...

Grateful

A c#m D E And so you say: we all hav’ta start some where A c#m D A E And so you say: We are where we are, and that’s Okay. Bbm Asus4 From the sanctums of music forever, Bbm D E7 Grateful a place to endeavor yeah Chorus A C#m-D So grateful’s the word on the hour D E It’s warmth, gives us power A c#m D Grateful’s the word that on fire and for the record G E A It would not be the same if you didn’t call. A E (C#m) D A And I know this sounds like a familiar love tune, A E (C#m) D But who cares ‘cause she’s my friend A And she’s over the moon. Verse II A c#m D A E So I gave you this card with a (campy) song inside, A c#m D A E To show gratitude dear friend who resides Bbm Asus4 In a magical boho tower Bbm D E7 music emerges witching hou- rs Chorus G - A - G-A G-A -G-A -G -A Bridge G Bbm Last minute shopping, Something ey...