: : cetera : desunt : :

[present past and future what are they really made of?]
. . . of made all we are what are we all made of . . .
an inside out and upside down
twisted around distorted nursery rhyme
frontwards backwards anyway the river goes
following following mysterious or not so
only but too convincing to believe deep down in you
not only but a block of wood to carve
or a slab of concrete to engrave
maybe more like a puppet or dream chased away by those
temptation temptation calls out
a lonely howl so sad and longing
lost in forlorn dreamkeeps
begging pleading crying
not to be forsaken
never finished for to see any kind of final results
of an experiment gone sane

© Rose Womersley 1996 




Just Because
don't trouble me with your worries
don't tell me I am wrong
I've no time for your whining
I've no time to slow down
you cannot keep up
with my mental ability
so don't come to me to complain
when all you ever do is give up
how many times have I seen you quit
I wish I could help you
but I cannot do everything for you
just because you're me

Rose Ellen Womersley
October 1996




: : on : making : a : decision : : (beside : myself) : :

beside me stood my good half on my left and my bad half on my right
the fearless part of me ran ahead and the coward lagged behind
we were on a journey
trying to put me back together
trying to find a cure for what scattered me
and my good side was optimistic
- surely we would find it soon
and my bad side was indifferent
- but we will all die anyway
and my fearless side was defiant
- but we will have proven ourselves
and my coward side just sat down
- what if they come out of the walls
and i did not know what to do
so we sat down for a bit and pondered our choices
we could go on, face our enemies, fight our battles
we could turn back, take the easy way out
we could stay put, wait for them to come and kill us
the thing we could not do was split up and disagree
so i stood and began my journey
and the others had to follow

© Rose Womersley 1996