Garden Party… let me take you down

…cause I’m going to

Strawberry Fields

nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about

living is easy with eyes closed

misunderstanding all you see




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


What if?

What if all we ever did or did not do

was designed to be here this moment in time

You could forgive all the wrong doings and tragedy

and love in peaceful rhythm and rhyme

pussyfoot tries hard to forgive reptiles



NINE lives of pussyfooting

Eight lifetimes of learning together

Six continents we explored

Four corners of the globe shattered

Two hearts could not be ignored

Seven worlds designed to collide

Five years in lost and lonely

Three days of darkness and despair

One moment in time slowly

Nine lives of pussyfooting

today’s song choice…. Nothing Compares to You