Thursday, December 29, 2016

Linger

Let the music linger in your ears as you move across the dance floor. Hold her tight all night as you glide through your dreams. Fly away, follow the moon beams to your rendezvous as love folds you in. Giving all kisses on her cheeks, don't leave her holding on. Waltz to your love song all night long, let the music linger.

© LAL
11/16

Touch

Runway queen strutting down the avenue
Looking like a high class prima donna, cold
Fragile as glass, with one tap it shatters
Pieces on the ground, pieces on the ground

Once your body was warm silky unfretted
Laid in the sheets wrapped up in me, touched
Your breath against my shoulder, stroked your hair
Do you remember how you felt with my touch?

My touch, my touch was thing you craved
When I touched your skin and your soul
My fingers run across your hips, tingles your spine
Do you remember how you felt with my touch?

How did it all change, you forgot my touch
When did you lose the moments
When I would walk by, caressing you
How did it all change, when did it turn cold

Posing in your gray Chanel, cameras flashing
Haunting glances around the room, ego crashing
Your presence of a seductress, crumbles
Into fragments on the ground, on the ground

Now you stand all alone, like a pretender
Your ingenue illusion fades away
How did it all change you forgot my touch
My touch, do remember how you felt


My touch, my touch was thing you craved
When I touched your skin and your soul
Run my fingers across your hips, spine tingles
Do you remember how you felt with my touch?
My touch , my touch…….

© LAL
12/16

Saturday, November 5, 2016

No Muse

It's been awhile since I posted anything here. My muse went on vacation and didn't return with me. I'm sure at some point she will show up and I'll have lots to say. But until then-silence is golden.  (hahaha)

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Indulgence

   ORGASIM

                                       God's little gift of self indulgence!!

Saturday, September 10, 2016

People

I hate people!!! They are such a disappointment.They are never around when I need them but I'm always here for them. They expect me to be their fixer, their shoulder cry on, their do girl, their money bank, their everything but they are my nothing. Even my BFF, when I told her why I was in a bad mood, just dropped the conversation-no support there.

So here I go again, down the vortex of totally being alone again. I have to ask myself why I keep doing this. I guess it is because I hold out some hope that someone will be there for me. I'm not  a perfect person by any means. I have made my fair share of mistakes and bad decisions but that isn't any reason for my "friends" to always bail on me. I certainly have been there the multitude of times when they have messed up.

So, I know what will happen. I will sit here alone not feeling anything-getting depressed and head down the deep black hole of depression. I will loose all motivation to do anything. My work will suffer, my writing will come to a stand still, I will be consumed by angry, hurt and loneliness. Oh well-my fate.

So that is why I hate people. And for all you haters out there that think it is my pity party, well f-you!! I don't care!

LAL
9/10/16

Friday, September 2, 2016

Memories

Memories always bring you back to me.
You are never gone for long
My touch across your skin makes you tingle
You can feel my breath against your neck
My scent lingers on your sheets

We are crazy mad for the things we ought to be
You know your love will never die for me
Come to me for the night cuz I need you stay
Let me place my hand on your heartbeat
Let's not make our one night bittersweet

Memories always bring you back to me.
You are never gone for long
You know you are tired of being alone
I'm tired of fighting the feelings
Hold on to me, then let me go

Memories always bring you back to me
We will have the memory of the love
It's not enough, not enough-memories
Hold on to me, then let me go
Memories will always bring you back to me


© LAL
9/2/16

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Dull the pain

I am looking for a way to dull the pain
To put my mind in a gray haze
To lose my sanity from thoughts of you
Rushing over the hills and valleys

I'll finish my tonic till I'm across the bed
Staring at the ceiling, counting the moments
Till my mind fades to black till the 'morrow
And I will begin again. Pour another tonic

Need to dull my pain
Put you out of my head
And forgive my sin
Love is my weakness

I've lost control and can't find my mind
You stole the riches of my soul
You have put me on the run
To become whole again, letting go

Need to dull my pain
Put you out of my head
And forgive my sin
Love is my weakness

Time to sleep and dream, tonic please
The sweet remedy running thru me
Alone, quiet, I watch the shadows
Seeing you fade away, my mind finds peace

The pain is gone
You're out of my head
I'm forgiven
Love is always my weakness


© LAL
8/14/16












Saturday, August 13, 2016

Anything goes

Good morning people!!

How is everyone? I'm not bad at all today.

So, here is my random madness thought for today. I am thinking about doing a mock radio station for my FB story page. How cool would it be to hear a voice instead of always reading a story post?!! I think it would be great fun. I just need to get a decent mic and I am ready to go. Your thoughts~~

Anyway, I am slowly trying to get the word out about this blog. So. if you like the things I post and write, please pass it along to friends and family.

Question: If you have a friend that you think highly of but they continue to give negative support-do you keep them as a friend?

Feedback is always welcomed and encouraged!

Saturday, July 23, 2016

From....

From the moment I saw you all those years ago
As you walked by without a care and free
You captured me

From the second you spoke, my heart began to sing
A love song from deep in my soul, true and bold
You smiled at me

You know...you know...you know
I loved you then
You know...you know...you know
You broke me
You know...you know...you know
It will never be the same

From the darkness came the light of awakening
From the ocean deep came absolution
From fire came restoration
From the earth came strength

From the moment I rose from the ashes
I let you walk away with weight of it all
You released me

From the second your voice went silent
No more love songs, only the music of a beating heart
Your smiles are not for me

You know...you know...you know
I loved you then
You know...you know...you know
You broke me
You know...you know...you know
It will never be the same

From the darkness came the light of awakening
From the ocean deep came absolution
From fire came restoration
From the earth came strength

From here I move into the future
I sing for me
I smile for me
I love for me

You know...you know...you know
You know...you know...you know


© LAL
6/23/16



Monday, July 18, 2016

Art

I won't be posting on the blog much if any, anymore. It seems that I have the wrong approach to posting the pieces I write, so I have been told. According to outside sources, I should not care if anyone reads this blog. I should only write for myself. I don't think I'll be doing much writing for public or private.

Whats the point of writing a story or poetry if you can not share it? Whats the point of painting a picture if you can not share it? Whats the point of art if you can not share it? I've been told that it shouldn't matter if you share art, and that the only reason I share art is for self aggrandizing-so I have been told.

So I am putting my ego in check and keeping my art in my mind.

May we meet again.

LAL
7/18/16

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Vanity

I was just thinking about seeing if I can get the pieces that I have posted on this blog published. A friend suggested that I should self publish. Then the thought crossed my mind, is a vane thing to do?

I know this is a one maybe two person blog, but please wiegh in with your thoughts. I would love to read to see what you think

Straight to the River

I loved too soon
She loved too late
In the end I gave up hope
And she found hope
Living the tangent lives

I stood on the mountain top
Ready to conquer the doubters
She huddled on the ground
Seeking sanctuary from others
Leaving both of us empty

I am crazy far more than sane
She is mad from the pain
My delusion that we could cross the plane
Her reluctance to board the ship
We are doomed by our own insanity


We are headed straight to the river
To wash away the past and present
We are chained to what of should have been
Straight to the river, straight to the river
To be baptized into a new light of sanity
Straight to the river to set our ships free


We stand washed and walk to the shore
Soaked in redemption of clarity
I climb the mountains leaving her
As she heads to the open fields as
I loved too soon and she loved too late


We are headed straight to the river
To wash away the past and present
We are chained to what of should have been
Straight to the river, straight to the river
To be baptized into a new light of sanity
Straight to the river to set our ships free

Straight to the river, straight to the river
Straight to the river, straight to the river

© LAL
7/9/16







Sunday, June 26, 2016

Ruination

Will you be my ruin or
Will you be my salvation
Are you my hope or my starvation
Are you my strength or my weakness

Are you going to let me burn or extinguish the flames
Of my burning heart or will it become your train wreck
Is this all you have or I am left out in the rain
Are you real or all wound up in my head

When our worlds collide, who will survive
Who will pick up the pieces
Who will put our hearts back together again
Will we be just surviving the ravages of this affliction

I lay down on the cold ground
Waiting for my heartbeat to begin
I listen to universe spin
Hoping you will walk in

In the new light of day
I see my salvation come from the mist
My thirst is quenched as the rain fills my cup
I am stronger than before, I rise up


© LAL
6/24/16














Monday, June 20, 2016

Fat and Lazy

I have been lax in my posting on the blog here of late. There is a compelling force in my mind to write something but nothing is forthcoming. I have gotten fat and lazy and my my mind has followed suit. I used to blame my lack of creativity on my muse being asleep, however; I don't believe the culprit is my muse but my lazy mind. The sad part of this little tale is that I like being lazy to a certain degree. I have come to a place where I feel drained of energy and purpose. Then frustration sets in. Then I make a plan but never follow through because I have a million rationalizations not to set the plan in motion. Lazy-the merry-go-round I live on.

I was at one time very enthusiastic about my online story of Puddleville. It was light hearted and very humorous. Now, it is almost a struggle. I no longer find passion in it. Much less humor or a sense of home town. Of course my ego gets shattered every time I post a new episode of Puddleville and it just sits there in oblivion, waiting for folks to love it like I do. A  friend keeps trying to encourage me by saying that if it only touches one person then it is worth it. I guess she is right but my ego doesn't see it that way. I know what you are going to say--"F your ego and just move forward." Well sometimes that is easier sad then done.

Let's face it, this kind of sounds like a pity party and maybe it is. This is what happens when you get fat and lazy. And you let the mind get fat and lazy. And not push the muse to wake up and write the words you want to say. I guess if the only person my words touch is me then I will set them free into the universe.

6-20-16

Saturday, June 4, 2016

A small rant

It amazes me how quickly I can become so angry at the flippancy of people. I don't think it is really anger as much as disappointment. It is disappointing when you put yourself out there to have a meaningful conversation and you are blown off by flippant disregard from the other person.

It even more disappointing when you are given rationalized reasons for disengaging from the conversation.  Really? Just be honest and say I don't want to be involved in the conversation. That I don't want to engage in the discussion. Good-now, we can move on or move out.

So I have moved on to a nice cocktail. Its wonderful what a good Irish drink will do for you. Cheers!!

Oh yeah my rant is over!!

6-4-2016

Friday, June 3, 2016

Starving

I was re-reading some of the pieces that I have written recently and noticed a theme. I always talk about being left in some fashion. I'm sure some psychologist would say that I have abandonment issues-possibly. I used to write about joy and happiness but the past couple of years it seems that I might have lost joy. Pity really.

Anyway, I was talking to a dear friend of mine and she mentioned she was starving. She was referring to food at the time but I sensed an underlying need in her. I imagine it is in a lot of us. Starving for that connection with someone on a deep intimate way, an intelligently emotional way and physical connection (not sex) but the share intimate space. As soon as she said it, I got it. It resounded in me.

My friend is a brave soul-much stronger than me. I admire that quality. She tells me that I am too easily bruised, very sensitive while she as armored and can withstand the punches in life. I admire her bravery. Now, don't get me wrong, she is flawed just like all us. To me she can be very aloof and withdrawn into herself at times. However, she is very supportive and deeply caring. What she doesn't know or won't admit is that she too is easily bruised. For some reason she has become obsessed with her age. She tells me all the time how old she is (I'm the same age) which I know but it seems to give her comfort when she tells me. It is like her biography wrapped up in a single number.

I guess the whole point of this random madness is jolt my muse awake because I really want to write a piece about starving. She has bits and pieces rambling around in my mind and I hope soon I can put the pieces together. (Hmmmm that could be very metaphoric).

So in closing I just want my dear friend get out there and promote this blog!!!


Saturday, May 21, 2016

Let It Go

A musical interlude: Cover song by Sofia Karlberg--"Let It Go"




Block-sleeping muse

Ok, now I have writer's block. I really want to write a new piece but nothing is coming to my mind and the muse is sound asleep!

Wake up bitch!!

Good lord she is stubborn!! She lets all these bits and pieces roll around in my head but won't let me put anything together. There are only a few things that will get her up-music, heartache, good love story or nostalgia. Sometimes it has to be a combo of motivators.

Hey-wake the hell up! It is time to work!!

Nope--hard headed winch. She is not budging. Therefore, no new pieces for the one woman blog.

Speaking of this blog, if she doesn't wake up soon and get to the production of brilliant writing then the blog will be in recession for awhile.

Ok I will leave you with this little diddy.

The sun rises over the ocean
The waves rush over the sand
Hold my hand, stay with me
You are the light in the sunrise
You left me yesterday, I'm crazy
But I'm still breathing, standing on the sand
I will see you in my dreams, hold my hand
Stay with me, never fade, stay with me.

© LAL
21 May 2016





Thursday, May 19, 2016

A little change

There..I have done it!! I changed the name of the blog on the blog not the web address. It won't let you do that. So now it is Random Madness!! I love it !!!

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Power of Love

A friend of recently asked me to write a piece about the power of love. I'm not sure I can do that. There are so many examples around the world that prove the power of love that I don't feel I am qualified to talk about the power of it.

I do know however, that without love in your life it becomes pretty meaningless. Humans were not made to be emotionless beings. Humans have great capacity for great emotion and love being the strongest one of them all. Wars have been fought over it, people have conquered insurmountable obstacles for it, lives were lost in the name of it and souls have been saved because of it.

Love in all of its forms is a true gift, to be able to give it freely without asking anything in return. Loving someone or something just for what they are is a selfless act. Of all the virtues the the human being has been in body with, love is the greatest treasure of all.

Love thy kinsman as one would love thyself.



© LAL
5 May 2016

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Without You

We were on the brink of day
All I could give you was that moment
Only your memories to make
The sound of my voice echos
Against you empty walls
My touch lingers on your skin

I'm going to break free
Of your hold over me
Let you slip back into the sea
Watch all of the pain float away
You drift among the waves
Wanting to return to shore

I walked through the storm
Battered and torn, I reach the mountain
I see the ruins you made of my soul
Time to pick up the pieces
Start my heart to beating once again
You will no longer defeat me

Let me lay my head down
In the lap of love
Let me hold the warm hand
That comforts me
Let me wake in bed of happiness
With out you haunting me
With out you
With out you

© LAL
23 April 2016

Monday, April 18, 2016

Empty

I stand on the mountain top
Looking down at the cataclysm
I am no longer recognizable

Tick tock the time slides away
The fortune of youth no more
 Once strong now weak

My reign, my empire, my throne
It lays bare upon thy kinsmen
My crown tumbles to the ground

My fight is over, lay down my sword
Surrender my fate as I kneel
No love, no mercy, no hope

I gaze up at the stars
I spread my arms open
My soul grows dim

I am drowning in the sea
As the waves wash over me.
Such pity, such despair, such loneliness

© LAL
18 April 2016

Friday, April 15, 2016

EGO

Ok it is ego time. I was re-reading some pieces I wrote recently. And I must say I write some damn good stuff!!! I normally would not boast about anything I write because I usually think it sucks but I'm in  bit of a manic state of mind, so I am self indulging!

Since I am on the topic of random madness-I continue to wonder why I write this blog. Only one person reads the damn thing. Maybe I should advertise? What do you think?

I like the phrase-random madness. I will try to use it often.

I change the look of the blog page--black/white/gray/. I kinda like it. Although blue is my favorite color, it was time for a change up.

Speaking of which, I have three Facebook pages. My primary one is my social media one, the second one is my game page and the third one is my "Puddleville" page. Everyone should go over there and read it. It is some funny stuff. Just search FB for Maudell Puddle and you will find it.

Ok now time for a rant. It annoys the absolute piss out of me with part time friends. I have two of them. Both of them will be all up in my business and poof, they are gone, not to be heard from in weeks. They will start a text conversation with me and then in the middle of it just stop talking. And again not to heard from for weeks. So I have decide that I can no longer waste my time stewing over their inconsideration any longer. Therefore, poof I'm gone!!!

Ok to close out this random madness, please go to Puddleville-it is a wonderful place to visit. And if you have stumbled across this blog, please send others this way. It's kinda lonely with a part time follower.

As always, keep your head looking upward and don't trip!!

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Conqueror

Deep in my cave
Out of the thunder and rain
Strike a match
Light a flame in my heart
Now that it is over
My soul lays bare on the battlefield
All I have is the look in your eyes
When you took the final blow
Now it is calm as the last drop falls
I pick up my sword, leave the memories
Heading out into the unknown
Something wicked may come my way
There is saving to do-I am your conqueror

© LAL
12 April 2016


Saturday, April 9, 2016

Soldier

I travel between the sane and insane, tripping over the fine line
I see the shadow of life once defined, twisted in the vine of destiny
Where do we go when we vanish into the mist?
How do we cross the magic river, what spell do we cast?
Should we chase the illusions of the love falls

Ai sonraun laik yu sonraun (My life is yours)
Osir keryon ste teina (Our souls are entwined)
Feva ona ai tombom, Ai hod yu in (Forever in my heart, I love you)


I am your soldier, sitting on the edge of night waiting to conquer
Should we go into battle, we shall build our kingdom
Lust flashes, drives my mind in circles every time you breathe
The rainstorm unleashes on our fate, our vision is clear
Hold onto the fire in your heart and lay with me on the battlefield


Ai sonraun laik yu sonraun (My life is yours)
Osir keryon ste teina (Our souls are entwined)
Feva ona ai tombom, Ai hod yu in (Forever in my heart, I love you)


I travel between sanity and insanity defending my state of mind
I will not be kept in the shadows, but I will live in the light
Live in the light
My vision is clear
You are the light and I am the soldier


Ai sonraun laik yu sonraun (My life is yours)
Osir keryon ste teina (Our souls are entwined)
Feva ona ai tombom, Ai hod yu in (Forever in my heart, I love you)




LAL 3/2016 ©

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Life came too easily.

Life came too easily. She was like the Mississippi, long, deep still and powerful. On the surface she lived life with carefree abandon, yet like the river, she either rolled around the obstacle or rushed over it. She wasn't a truly lost soul but one without direction. Life was never hard, only inconvenient. Looking out over time, she often ponder what would become of her in the surreal life she had created. But she knew it wasn’t surreal, she was just lost or too lazy to change it. She resisted the change that was inevitable. She either chose to ignore it or charged it like a ram. She preferred to ignore it.

Like time, change is a continuum always moving forward. Change may be slowed or halted for awhile but like time it will move on. Change may take eons or as quickly as a blink of an eye to happen but it will continue to evolve. She hated change, especially when she could not control the change. It interfered with her pattern in life, unbalanced her sense of being. The only good change was the one she created; the one she could she mold and control. She liked control. She like the freedom it brought. The juxtaposition to her control to the things that controlled her, boxed her in and she became stagnant. She ignore it. She floated on her inner tube down the spring run in life.

The South, in the summer is hot, humid and sweltering. Reality to her was like the hot southern days of summer, too much heat. Being grown up was work which caused too much heat. Too much heat. Cool springs and daydreaming was not work, it was the pleasure of existing. Why would anyone would want to endure that heat? She pondered. She floated. She daydreamed. She was lost.

She had a choice, Live or float? Daydream or steer her destiny? Change was upon her and it was hers to control. Was she like the Mississippi and had the power to endure the heat? Would she choose to fortify herself for endeavors of life? Floating down the spring run only moves in direction, is this the only direction she wanted? She pondered. She awoke.



© LAL 2016

Fire Light

I sit alone by the fire light watching
Flames flickering, ever reaching
The music gently rocks my heart and
A remembered scent of you soothes my soul.

We are a time gone past
A future never told
We were haunting and mystical
We were autumn and spring.

Firelight dances across my room
I see you in the shadows on my walls
Candle light illuminates the darkness and
I long to touch your face

Close my eyes I still feel your breath against my cheek
I reached out for you and in a flicker you were gone
Winter falls outside my window, covering traces of you
Flames quietly burn, as I desire your passion again

We are a time gone past
A future never told
We were haunting and mystical
We were autumn and spring.

The fire grows dim as the sun rises
I hear the song of another day
I look for you one more time
And silently the flames fade away.



©LAL 2007

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Edge of the Universe

Kiss me like we are standing on the edge of the universe
Hold me as if our eternity began with stars
Listen to my heart beat as you rest your head on my chest
Let me whisper in your ear of all the things that are in my soul
Hold me close as we drift off to sleep on a bed of star dust


Hold my hand as we hop a train to the City of New Orleans
Listen to the of train wheels as they roll across the steel tracks
City lights pass by as we roll along under the blanket of the night
Star watching as we hold us close in the summer night breeze
Jasmine fills the air as ramble down the tracks along the muddy river


Pontchartrain calls out as we strolled down Toulouse street
We drank chicory coffee from the du Monde, ate beignets
As we sat under the streets light in Liberty Square, holding close
Watching lovers walk by lost in their dream state, moving around the moon
Slip off to sleep as we listen to jazz float through the windows of our in room


Kiss me baby like we standing on the edge of the universe
Cruise along the highways holding hands under starlight
Kiss me baby like we standing on the edge of the universe
Because we are our tomorrow and our today, hold tight
On this journey of daydreams and night dreams with no regrets

Kiss me baby like we standing on the edge of the universe
Kiss me baby like we standing on the edge of the universe


© LAL 2016

Monday, February 15, 2016

Faded Gray

I saw you standing on the sidewalk in your faded gray
I turned and walked the other way
It's too soon to walk past and not touch you
I stand on the outside watching us fade away
Hoping there was something you were going to say

Why did you put me on that shelf?
Why did you turn off the light, left me in the dark?
I was once your favorite and now just forgotten
Now my heart only rages for what we once were
You left me empty and alone, all I do is roam

You will never silence my voice in your head
It will follow you down to your last breath
You will never forget my touch across your skin
You will never loose the desire of me
Dreams, are all that you are hanging onto, dreams


The wind howls your name and I stand in the cold
Longing for your heart to keep me warm
Ashes float down to cover me from the fire storm
Of your love, I gave all of me to you and you left
I lost my way home leaving me in this dark madness

I saw you standing on the sidewalk in your faded gray
You were haunting, the past, no future to hold
Time strengthen my resolve, walked past and no longer
Needing to touch you, now you are a ghost of my memory
Of a burning craving for your love, a fading ember.

You will never silence my voice in your head
It will follow you down to your last breath
You will never forget my touch across your skin
You will never loose the desire of me
Dreams, are all that you are hanging onto, dreams


© LAL 2/2016


Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Riding the mountain rails

     

Riding the rails.
                                                                                                   
Of all the places I have been, being in the mountains is my favorite place.  I can not say "in all of the world" because I have not seen all of the world. But there is something about taking a train ride through the mountains that is very soothing. Whether is is the clack on the train wheels over the rails or the scenes of the mountains, all I know is that I come off the train with a calmness inside.
                                               
       © LAL 2016                                                                                       

Wounded Hearts

Wounded hearts pain left on the floor
Open the windows, open the doors
I need to fly away and feel the sun on me
You standing on the hill if only you could see

You left me broken and alone
Had you not told me, I would have never known
My world spins out of control looking for you
I would follow you down into the depth of my dreams
Only to awake to a cold winter day, all painted gray
This life we lead was only a part of a bigger scheme

You left me for reasons unknown
Waiting for time to pass, I stood by the phone
You never called, I cried to leave this the doom
I turn around and I moved on to another room
How can we pretend it never happened
That movie played a thousands times, broken and afraid

Well no more, no more tears, no more wounds
We were all broken, it's time to mend the pieces
Open the windows, open the doors and set us free
Open the windows, open the doors and let our souls be
Wounded hearts no longer, nothing to leave on the floor

Open the windows, open the doors and set us free

LAL 2/1/16 © 

13th Street

Do you remember babe when were young
Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

I remember your face as we sat in the diner
Drinking coffee and you look moon struck
We were the stars of our movie, playing the parts
We promised never to let go, tied by star light
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Sitting in Westwood park beneath the swaying pines
I took pictures of you in my mind, I would never be alone
It was just like a play without a script, words unspoken
It was just a free fall, it was like rushing streams
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Laying on the grass on the Union lawn, soaking up the sun
Daydreaming of the life we could have, not looking back
Drifting off in the aroma of you, we are safe and life was fun
I memorize your laughter to brighten up my darkest days
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Midnight runs down 13th street, street lights shimmering
Holding hands, telling secrets, listening to the tires roll

Here we are now, cruising down our twilight lanes
Laughing, running wild in our hearts, we are braver then
We are stronger, still tied yet far apart but no matter
The rain was chilling but our souls were hot and warmed us
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Yes we were rebels, we were young, we were free
We were reckless, we were fearless when we were young
Rebels to the world, living for the moment, racing the wind
Memories of when we were young and free
We were rebels, we were young, we were free
Under the lights of 13th street




LAL 12/24/2015
© LAL 2016

Sunday, January 10, 2016

A Little Wine

As you may know, I am not a drinker. I hate the hang overs. Well last night I was home with family and we had a glass of wine which lead to another glass that lead to another bottle that lead to five bottles total for three people. We played music and talked about great things and not so great. We went and got Lottery tickets (which we did not win).

Now when I get toasty, I like to call people and chat but I am now longer allowed to that. SO I have to resorted to drunk texting people. That was fun. It was hello and I love you type of texts. No harm just reaching out. Everyone was a good sport.

But before retiring to bed, had to drink a lot of water. That was a hangover life saver. I woke with sock mouth but no hangover. So today will be a quiet day at home. And no more wine-fest for me for quite a long time!!