You said you loved loved
Loved the taste
Of the salt on my skin

So you drowned me in oceans of pain

You said you loved loved

Loved my tender heart

So you tore out a bite

Chewed me up and spat me out

Don't love me, don't love me no more

Set me free, let me be like before

I beg you don't love, don't love me no more

You said you loved loved
Loved the sound
Of my sweet voice

So you sang me a song of disdain

You said you loved loved

Loved my eyes

So you made me blind

So I couldn't see what was true

Don't love me, don't love me no more

Set me free, let me be like before

I beg you don't love, don't love me no more

Couldn't you love without pain,

Depression, anyone?

I forgot to refill my anti-depressant meds two weeks ago. So much to do etc, etc, I'm sure you all know what it's like. I'll do it tomorrow... Anyway, the point is I made a fascinating discovery. I'm not depressed -- I'm FUCKING FURIOUS. I, and I suspect millions and millions of women in their fifties worldwide are prescribed meds and told they are depressed when in fact they are FUCKING FURIOUS -- and they have every right to be. But since telling these women that they are FUCKING FURIOUS is going to spark off a worldwide socio-economic-political crisis without precedent in modern history they tell us we are DEPRESSED. When you are DEPRESSED it's all about YOU. There's something wrong with the way you are seeing/adapting/handling life. It's all your fault, really. The world is perfect, and you are the miserable cloud raining on their parade. When you're FUCKING FURIOUS you KNOW it's not your fucking fault, and you are ready, willing, and able to point fingers, quote statistics and get on with making sure things change for the fucking better. So don't drink the cool-aid, girls, have a Margarita, and get FUCKING FURIOUS! MC

IF DEATH COMES KNOCKING

If Death comes knocking at my door I won't scream and bite and claw I won't beg for a stay Of just one more day If Death comes knocking at my door I think I'll smile And peek over her shoulders At all the beloved faces I'll run into loving embraces When Death comes knocking at my door

Waking up today I realized I've been more than asleep, I've been drifting through my own life, the prisoner of an endless grief. The hole in my heart won't heal. I can't feel anything but the pain in me, and all my joys are fleeting, for others and never for myself.

We all need a little death in our lives.