emotional decay

High range emotions blown away by salty rain

Taking a reluctant breath with a good sniff of knowledge

Loss will likely signal some concealed grief

Resistance can trigger the anger monkeys

Fear will cascade down to disrupt others

Accusations and blame wrestle with logic and reason

The winds of change challenge every blooming season

Deeply rooted feelings reveal the uncomfortable situation

Arise as they may

Fear of judgement and a sense of punishment

Something is very wrong

I know this swan song

Doubt leads you into a multitude of stories

Looking for answers is a reliable escape

From this swivel neck paranoia, they procrastinate

Let’s not carry this heavy load anymore

There is a choice waiting in the wings

Step over the prickles, decode the message

You can hear it in her voice as she tries to sing

Take the long way home

It doesn’t have to be this way

Something old, something new

Something borrowed, something blue

MissMarriage of Justice with her Karmic wand

Spent the sixpence from her dancing shoes

It’s a balancing act

Of give and take, make or break

But don’t settle for less

It could be a matrimonial mistake

PussyFoot suffering emotional decay yesterday

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Know when to hold

Played as a Fool by the Joker
Wrong deck…
…Shuffles again
To think I would have done anything
For him
Give up my heart again
My life my home and my closest friend
I’ve been such a Fool
More than once
More than twice
I must have loved too much
My mirror reVersa is my Vice
He’s a space cowboy
An interplanetary romeo
Some call him the gang-star of love
He Played me like a shark
Came after me in the dark
But that’s not where I wanted to stay
I don’t go out – not now that you’re in
Nobody else will ever know
That part of me that can’t let go
I’ve already Dealt with the Tarot
and gambled away with Poker
Why would I low down again with a
Serial Midnight Toker?

Pussyfoot has so many songs floating around that they ended up all mashed up

i think it started out with cold feet then Happy Feet

JUST love… guardian whispers

They said I was rude and made callous remarks

Let there be awareness gently lighting those sparks

They told me it was best that I leave him alone

Let there be reflections guiding your patience zone

They think that I’m stupid and my directions all wrong

Let there be signposts and listen to their song

We can tune into many tones of love and temptations

Let there be moments, pleasure without ramifications

They class me as a snob because of my point of view

Let there be new classifications, JUST them and JUST you

They call me insensitive and believe that I’m mean

Let there be feedback, find your treasures unseen

They laugh at my suffering, make fun of my struggle

Let there be humour in this pain you must juggle

He watched me walk away nursing my heavy heart

Let there be forgiveness instead of tearing this apart

JUST love

PussyFoot whiskers sense guardian whispers… conversation with angels

 

 

JUSTus Counsel

JUST remember you are unique

JUST like everyone else

JUST don’t take things for granted

JUST take good care of yourself

pussy^^footing

slept like a baby…

…tucked in with three kisses

He slipped in through my side door window

…filling the room with silent wonder

Floating on a gentle breeze of light

…planting kisses for my peaceful slumber

PussyFoot appreciates her comforting caress

 

Lowered EYE Que

Noise calculations and eye examinations

Under the impression I’m always wrong

Lifelong lessons adding to my collection

Longing to sing in harmonious song

 

Valuable exchanges as life rearranges

Organised chaos I’ll have to accept

Interrupted by perception pointing in a new direction

Demoted feelings remained well kept

PussyFoot problems and perception… go join the Far Que

 

HIGH rise

Eight lifetimes of learning together

Six continents they dared to explore

Four corners of the globe shattered

Two hearts they could not ignore

Seven worlds designed to collide

Five years were lost and lonely

Three days into darkness and despair

One moment in time slowly

Nine lives of pussyfooting twogether

today’s song choice…. People Are Like Suns

 

 

 

Lifting the Lids

 

Hypnosis their chosen entertainment

Eyes opened like windows to the soul

Lining up now for public humiliation

Leave them to dig their own hole

 

Hells gates were disguised so plainly

Afterlife is the point where Know returns

Tricksters often trade with dark magic

How many lives before one learns?

 

Frantically trying to backpedal

Unleashing vital messages well hid 

Randomly striking out against opposition

Young bloods spin Pandora with no lid

 

 And then there was Hope

PussyFoot claims that Curiosity did not kill the cat

Hope has been hiding in the box all along

 

Down and backwards in high heels

The energy is stuck

Half way between my head and my heart

It’s rising up

It’s slipping down

It’s swirling and it builds

Trying to gather information

Trying to let things go

Trying not to notice

To allow the pain to show

To combat the forces surrounding

To accept the inevitable change

Move forward without resistance

Move with Broadway and its waves

Move like Ginger Rogers

Down and backwards in high heels

Down on the same old dance floor

Down with Fred to learn how it feels

Can i just lighten my heavy load

Can we choose an easier way

Can we bypass roads to Hollywood

You know truth will always sway

You and I we share the same dreams

You don’t have to give anything up

Help me to purify this water

Help me to fill my own cup

Help dances through this liquid tune

Me, I and You already know

You can take a well earned bow for

Us…. at the final curtain to this show

 

Down and Backwards in high heels!!

Reel life divine partnership

Dancing on air with Fred Astaire

more about Fred and Ginger here

https://morestarsthanintheheavens.wordpress.com/2013/02/09/heaven-im-in-heaven-the-divine-partnership-of-fred-and-ginger/

 

sugar and spice…

…and all things nice

When we were young

we wrestled with reasons

wrangling the whys and wherefores

You always let me come out on top

and it’s you I have always adored

Now we are older and wiser my friend

and invariably we still lose the plot

Once again let’s honour the goddess within

here inside with memories we forgot

Our hearts shone with the warmth of truth

one bended knee had broken the ice

Windows of opportunity wiped clean

sharing Eskimo kisses with sugar and spice

PussyFoot wonders what little boys are made of !