Heartbeat

There are too many people dying, and so much of it seems wrong.

In the balance, is this how it supposed to be,

For the world to lose and gain

By whatever means available to lose or gain?

People enter pleas into the sea of discourse

And the headlines don't change.

Today I am weary.

I want to curl into a couch under your arms and onto your chest,

Hear the sound of each heartbeat

Announce the birth of one

And the death of another.

Posted by ruth at July 18, 2003 11:10 AM

The Dancefloor

I walk onto the dancefloor
When the song begins
And off when it ends
Then on again when it begins
The off again when it ends
I walk onto the dancefloor
When the song begins
And off when it ends
Then on again when it begins
The off again when it ends
I walk onto the dancefloor
When the song begins
And off when it ends
Then on again when it begins
The off again when it ends
I walk onto the dancefloor
When the song begins
And off when it ends
Then on again when it begins
The off again when it ends

Posted by ruth at July 02, 2003 07:31 PM