Crl+Alt+Del

My systems are down
I wish i could just hit Control, Alt, delete -bring up my task manager---
I'd look at all the programs running slow--love life, finances, health, & career.
In the status corner it would say
--Not responding--
I wish could just hit control a-
select them all ---
& shut them down...
I wish I could click on Norton & run a virus check ...
-it would pull up all my insecurities
And delete them...
I wish I could clear off my desk top--
Put everything in nice rows
I wish I could go to into my control pannel-
I'd head straight for add or remove programs
Uninstall anger, fear, & jealousy
I wish I could go to manage my system
I'd run a disk space
Free up some memory- compress the thoughts of him
I wish I could go into appearances
Scroll through & select a new background
I wish i could log on-line &
Download a new version of me
I'd likd to see 2.0.1.0 me
I wish I could back up all my goals on an external drive
I'd like to hibernate after moments of no use
I wish I could just hit restart when frozen in a situation
Or log off when I am not working like I'm suppose to

No Sex in the City

Single female, proud to say...
No stranger to love, but I stay far away
Could wrap my legs around you for a round or two...
But the question always remains, will you know what to do?
One moment seems so right -- I decide to spend the night
Wet kisses, heavy breathing -- are you loving me or seizing ?
A mad game you claim, as I try to tame the movements...
so distracted by the awkwardness of the moment, my mind begins to wonder...
Calculate a list of tasks I have to undertake...
As soon as I fake this ahh... ending...
Hmm, did I remember to TIVO Sex in the City ...
I look up at him -- hurry have pity...
Dirty words he whisper as he ask me how it feels....
First thought is -- "is this ni**a for real"...
But, "oh yeah baby" is what I say, telling him how I've waited for this all day...
Steady counting the minutes, the seconds... reminded of an episode of Sex in the City...
"Is it better to 'fake it' than be alone?"...oh, wait time to moan...
All I kept thinking is how I'd rather be alone then forced to pretend...
I look out the window, skylines a blazing... My eyes float to the clock...
11 on the dot...
He smiles down on me, i think its going to end...
Eyes float to the TV... expecting a red dot to appear...
As he smacks my rear... and collapses.
Negative... ZERO...nada.
great, just great I've been screwed out of Sex in the City -- figuratively and literally-- twice today.

Ms. Sadie

My best friend in the world lost her mother on July 8th.
I started to write this poem and just got so overwhelmed with grief...
I suppose one day I will finish it, but here's all I got so far...


I am going to remember you just the way you were--
A force to be reckoned with
Southern bred, city raised
A mama to all that came your way
Your laugh was infectious, your smile just the same
I still smile thinking of how your pronounced my name
Ms. Sadie, Ms. Sadie
Such a classy lady
You taught your children right from wrong
And never to cause harm
Fearful of God and respectful of all
Tamara will miss you -most of all
Ms. Sadie, Ms. Sadie
Your laugh was infectious, your smile always so bright
Its hard to believe we lost you tonight

Consequences of Sound - Regina spektor

Lyrics:
My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
and they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
and tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
right past my brain and eyes
into my stomach juice
where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories nutrition values
and I absorb back in the words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind all the time
Kids screaming from too much beat up and
they don't even rhyme
They just stand there on a street cornerskin
tucked in and meat side out and shouting
I'd like to turn them down but there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the sixties
Only cliché in our times
but what if one of these days your heart will just stop ticking
and they sort of just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking?
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Did you know that the gravedigger's still getting stuck in the machine
even though it's a whole other daydream?
It's another town
It's another world
where the kid's asleep
and the loans are paid
and the lawns are mowed
What'd you think all the gravediggers were gone
just 'cause one song is done?
There's always another one
waiting right around the bend till this one ends
Then it begins squeaky clean and it starts all over again
The weather report keeps on tossing and turning
predicting and warning and warning and warning of possible leakage from news publications andpossible leakage from news tv stations
That very same morning right next to her coffee she noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The national geographic was being too graphic
when all she had wanted to know was the traffic
The world's got a nosebleed, it said, and we're flooding
but we keep on cutting the trees in the forestand we keep on paying those freaks on the tv ho claim they will save us but want to enslave us and sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
but we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and no one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
and prophets are silent then rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
and they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair and tend to go nowhere
They grow right back insideright past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories nutrition values
and I absorb back in the words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds