The Blind Leading the Blind

Whoever said we are supposed to be mature adults, well they barely have a clue
Whoever said that we as youthful parents barely have a clue?

Most friends my age are having babies, perhaps already but with small children
It's few and far between that are parenting young adults, tall teens
who complain and know better
who break rules but know better
and don't care
but still look to us for guidance,

young, smiling, yet sometimes tragic struggling artists living,

When did I stop believing that I was still young?
I was bitter and dispositioned at being misplaced
at the edge of 40
confused as old disproved and rushed
And have we forgotten it was just yesterday, last night in fact
we were playing rock n roll
this morning laughing from a hungover an all night of ecstacy and wine
partying until the sun shown in the sky

And have we forgotten we are still the rock n roll children
we own the night, yes still
in our high heels
in our boots
in our fishnet mascara houndstooth
and truth be told, yes we can lead these kids all right
we are not the blind leading the blind

No, we don't hide and pretend, feigning those adult lies
We are who we are in our 30's with teens in our wake
with teenagers in our wake
barely young enough to be old parents

but we're definitely there

Open Road Rapture

So I am drinking wine again, after staying up all night until 10AM with you
And I'm tired but focused
Happy but sad

My life has changed oh yes it has
just a year ago
a houseful or rock n roll
now daddy boy children
our lives continue to unfold

the early days and dreams were somehow preserved
but too many late nights lonely
not out on the road
we reasoned but one day
we reckoned frozen to the bone
cold and alone

So we're onto new creative projects
though the old ones still forge us
and somedays I falter
as I miss the freedom concept
open road rapture

Do the right thing
And I will support you
I always thought boundaries
were forceful
Suggesting wrong or good
I never thought boundaries were personal
respect me you fool

But no longer can we play the fool
4 decades in
no longer can we let this happen
We can't let the weak win

Wisdom is strength only when exercised
Wisdom and strength are good when exercised.
When you're onto something good something real
just persevere
The promise you can feel

I guess the saddest part is that if it's good
it doesn't mean it's right
and if it's right, it might not feel good
but what road you choose is it the one that rules the roost?

Depressed girls make good art....

Depressed girls make good art
Saddened by loss and confused and misunderstood still driven
To create

Depressed girls ambitious and motivated
in the Los Angeles sun
in the San Fernando Valley heat
driving
in the desert sun
driving

Sad girls make good music
make good sounds
not accepting defeat
not willing to look back into the eyes of the mother
or the eyes of the beholder
not willing anymore to
re-write the story
over and over

Angry, used, misjudged and misunderstood
slender arms exposed and confused
long legs tanned and bruised
Lonely girls making good art, films, music and books
Eaten up inside, the flesh intolerant and skewed

Ambitious and hungry from the outside it seems
Depressed and driven
only when exposed from within

And the happy girls are still sick from pretending
Tired of lying
and vomiting up their lunches