My Seasonal Dance

I live within her leaves
dancing to the music they create
with their steps
and they fall to the ground
in a colorful swirl
the dip at the end of a passionate tango
with the warm colors the sun has created
they die the most beautiful death
giving life to her season
making the views spicy
she is the breeze of the fall
I am the waiting winter
in awe of her color
in my cloak of grey and white
the summer has just left her
bored he walked away
tired of his feverish mambo
he has gone to rest
but his hot kisses left a blush
a flush in her cheeks that I can not ignore
she too will tire soon
and leave me dancing alone
in my grey and white cloak
dancing in the lights hung on the trees
to keep them warm in their slumber
depressed til April returns to dance
when sadly, I'll walk away.
She prefers the mambo.

2004 Leighsa

Lizard to Vet

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened:


Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"


I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.


"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!" "Oh my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies". "What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!" I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife. "Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!) "No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together). "Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed. "Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (again with the sarcasm, you think?) By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on.


I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience, I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth." "Oh, gross!" they shrieked. "Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?) We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.


"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted. "It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged. "Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results. "Should I call 911," my eldest daughter wanted to know.


"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?) "Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.


We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged. "I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)


The Vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically. "Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.


"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked. "Oh, perfectly," the Vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they ..um....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back."


He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron." We were silent, absorbing this. "So Ernie's just...just... excited," my wife offered. "Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence.


Then my viscous, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly. "What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face. "It's just...that... I'm picturing you pulling on its... its...teeny little..." she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.


"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled the lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay. "I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me.


"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.


2 - Lizards - $140...


1 - Cage - $50...


Trip to the Vet - $30...


Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's wacker.....Priceless

Tower Demolition

Tower Demolition.

A planned demolition gone awry
The President ordered planes to fly
The Government trained military men
Just to start wars in Iraq again.

On 9-11 the nation stood still
Most of us swallowing the matrix blue pill
back to the matrix back to the lie
I watch video now and I want to cry.

I recorded that morning, the scenes where the planes crashed
And dubbed them all off - copies I stashed
I didn't know why I did at the time
Maybe my subconcious new about the crime

Our government pulled steel wool over our eyes
And made us afraid to fly in our own skies
Sending the media and senators as well
Anthrax in the mail so no one would smell

What they were going to do under the table
Have congress vote on something they were unable
To read in the timespan that they were given to vote
But the saddest thing is something I'll quote

"The document that was put into law
Was not the one voted on at all"
A congressman said that - has copies of both
The USA PATRIOT act is a hoax

The idea came about 3 weeks before
To shove our liberties right out the door
Now Big Brother's here this is so sad
The entire country has sadly, been had.

-Leighsa 2004

Tower Demolition

Intro

I know you know what I'm talking about. I know you've had this feeling too. Like you're in a movie that someone else is watching. You are the protagonist in some comedy, or some drama. Occasionally, you end up in the role as the romantic lead. The movie keeps changing. The audience stays the same. It's the same for all of us.

Your movie has always been a dramedy. A film that's funny, yet sad. You laugh. You cry. You run out of popcorn, the end. There is always some ending, isn't there? There is always some point where one film ends and another begins. No one ever lets you read the script in advance. The audience is always yelling at the screen in the string of movies that are your life, and while you hear the noise, you never listen.

My life was this way. A string of endless movies that would begin and end with no proper flow. My scripts seemed to be being written by a complete moron most of the time. Although the comedic timing was flawless, the heroine in my story never got the plot. Heck, she never even knew what genre of film she was in. My role was much like yours, the lead in some dysfunctional comedy, that had the occasional dramatic twist. I wanted to be in a science fiction thriller. I wanted to be abducted onto the mothership. I wanted to be an episode of the X-Files. I wanted it so bad that I made it happen.

It was simple to do really. To change your life from the unending drib-drab-laugh-cry crap, to something scary and confusing. My life was a movie that you wouldn't go to the theater to see. The kind of movie that you'd watch at home on a rainy afternoon, when you're single and the chores are done. Until the fateful day that it became a summer blockbuster. My life became that life you sit in the theater thanking the Deity of your choice, that it isn't yours. My life went from dramedy to action, all because of a book and a statement.