Once upon a time I was a cheerleader. A dancer. And could run.

Then M.S. came.I stopped cheering.stopped dancing.But I could walk.

You adjust. You heal. You find new fun.

Then m.s. came. And I slur when I talk.

Once upon a time I could walk. I could drive.

Then m.s. came. And I learned new ways to get by.

You cry.You yell.Friends leave you.But you learn to survive.

You recognize people will leave you, and sigh.

Then m.s. came.I could not stand,but could limp with walker.

You loss more people.The world turns into your house.

Then m.s. came. Now I’m not much of a talker.

You learn to use wheelchair.Get as thin as a mouse.

Then m.s. came.could not move at all.

You learn people are narcissistic who real friends are.

Once upon a time I had to crawl;too often I bruised from a fall.

Then m.s. came. Can’t lift child. Don’t go very far.

You learn to sit and think. and think. and think.and wait….

Then m.s. came. Nothing left to take.

So you think. and you think. and you just wait……

Think of crawling. Until you can crawl.

Think of standing. Make your own fate.

Protect yourself from that ill fated fall.

Once upon a time I relearned to stand.

Then m.s. came. And said ‘fuck it, no more.’

Think of walking. dream of driving.Learn to take helping hand.

Then m.s. came. and Think about going threw death’s door.

Don’t trust.just think and dream,and still try.

To LIVE.to laugh,love.Stop asking ‘why’?

In my dreams I can dance.walk drive.

In my dreams I WANT to stay alive.

So reality becomes dreams. And the “real’ ain’t so real.

I wake…and I can’t dance still,no matter how I feel;

It never ends! So dreams are my reality.

This life is just waiting for a m.s. fatality.

So I live there. It is a very nice place.

There; there is no droop in my face.

There; humans are kind. I love to sleep.

So you see,this is YOUR reality.My dreams I will keep.

Heavily guarded,for m.s. is not there!

Your reality has war,famine,illness, and no care.

Mine is much better,I’m here only for loved ones.

I ignore the news with death and big guns.

Once upon a time there was a girl named,  Laurelin.

She lives in a dream and is a happy woman.

Maybe your reality isn’t so real at all.

In mine we all eat,dance,don’t fight;we stand tall!

Next time you see someone in a wheelchair;

Remember my words,for they don’t really live there.

vanity

It follows me everywhere

sometimes it controls me,

consumes me,destroys me.

Don’t want to get old

Don’t want to get fat.

I don’t know who I am anymore. Did I ever?

vanity

It is probably going to be the death of me.

Before m.s. Before smokes.

At least I stopped throwing up;

Bad for my teeth.bad for my heart.

vanity

It’s everywhere.

All around us.

Haunts us.

Becomes us

 

 

 

Sit back and listen,I gotta say somethin’

While my tongue is quick and blood is pumpin’.

Mind is racing,heart is bleeding,

From all the bullshit they have me reading.

Thought Bush just found the Taliban,

Ended up just being some Muslim man.

They killed his five kids, and young wife.

They gutted the grandma with a knife.

Grandma was trying to save the kids you see,

But no one runs from democracy!

Times like this;I want to pray.

But a bomb blew the church up yesterday!

Oil is the Republicans flavor.

Yet,they hide it behind the word terror.

The only terrorism that I see-

are the lies they tell you and me.

This war makes you angry, and a bit bitter.

While Bush reminds me of a man named Hitler.

He wanted to control the world too.

Today it’s money and oil, instead of blonde and eyes blue.

Poor,Muslim, with oil; you better run;

’cause USA is comin’ with a real big gun.

How do we stop this infinite madness?

Before everyone dies and all is sadness?

America is NOT just one face.

America represents the HUMAN race.

That means Jews, gays, Muslims too!

It’s time to stop reading bullshit and think for you!

Your opinion shouldn’t be what you hear.

Mass media will only create fear.

America; this war just is not fair.

It’s time to wake up from this nightmare.

Killing for power is not cool…

But we kill for fossil fuel.

 

 

Two seeds fell from an adult tree.

One grew firm and strong for thee,

The other weak, and tremblingly.

The first gave me a plethora of round lovely pears.

The other tree grew rotten ones; looking like zig-zag stairs. 

I need both for food! Advanced my worry and cares.

“what should I do?” I said with a sigh.

Maybe I should chop it; and let it die.

Then I saw something out of one eye;

Vermin were getting into my field!

and eating all my produce the garden did yield.

I started to pray, on my knees I knelled

I then saw something over my shoulder.

The vermin were starting to keel over!

I grabbed my gun,ran outside,growing bolder.

In every mouth of the vermin was rotten fruit.

I laughed and cried, and said with a hoot;

“I’ll never remove that precious trees’ roots!”

I realized then;to look below the surface.

Everything; Everyone; serves a purpose.