Somebody That I Used To Know

Now and then I think of when we were together, 
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die, 
Told myself that you were right for me, 
But felt so lonely in your company, 
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember. 


You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, 
Like resignation to the end, 
Always the end, 
So when we found that we could not make sense, 
Well you said that we would still be friends, 
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over. 


But you didn't have to cut me off, 
Make out like it never happened, 
And that we were nothing, 
And I don't even need your love, 
But you treat me like a stranger, 
And that feels so rough, 
No you didn't have to stoop so low, 
Have your friends collect your records, 
And then change your number, 
I guess that I don't need that though, 
Now you're just somebody that I used to know, 
Now your just somebody that I used to know, 
Now your just somebody that I used to know, 
Now your just somebody that I used to know. 


Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over 
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done 
And I don't wanna live that way 
Reading into every word you say 
You said that you could let it go 
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know... 


But you didn't have to cut me off, 
Make out like it never happened, 
And that we were nothing, 
And I don't even need your love, 
But you treat me like a stranger, 
And that feels so rough. 
No you didn't have to stoop so low, 
Have your friends collect your records, 
And then change your number, I guess that I don't need that though, 
Now you're just somebody that I used to know, 
Somebody, I used to know, 
Somebody, 
Now your just somebody that I used to know, 
Somebody, I used to know, Somebody, 
Now your just somebody that I used to know, I used to know 
That I used to know 
Somebody...

Not again...

I see you slipping away from us

vanishing ever so slowly

I feel so helpless

I can't make time stop

I can't make you fight

when it seems that you have given up

I wish it was just like before

when you were strong and healthy

when you would tell me happy stories

and tuck me in bed to put me to sleep

But all I can do now

is to be here for you

tell you that I love you

try to make you smile again

I know that everything seems bleary

confusing

cluttered

but I hope you find it within you

that your heart may remember

just how much we love you.

Happy Birthday Daddy

Happy birthday to the greatest hero of my life!

You would have been 65 years old

and we could have enjoyed the "senior" jokes

Until we meet again...

We love and miss you so much.

A sad truth

"... saw you downtown singing the blues

it's time to face the music

I'm no longer your muse"

What has been playing in my room for weeks

Haven's Special Day

The warmest birthday greeting to my dear sunshine!

Do you still remember the line

"I'd saint your mother just for giving you birth"

It still holds to be true and yes I have been humming that song the entire day!

Happy Birthday Xam!

May all your wishes come true!

I love you!

And so it goes...

Let me tell you about my day

and perhaps I shall not be judged that way

My day starts at 4:00am when I hear her rustling about

I prepare her breakfast and hope that she eats on her own

I feed her if she does not want to

I clean up after her and go downstairs to do her laundry

keeping silent as I wash her urine-drenched clothes and sheets

I give her a shower in spite of her anger

I change her diaper and hope that it would be a good day

I wash her when she has feces all over her

I clean when she has left a trail of excrement on the floor

while I muster everything for me not to gag or cry

I serve her meals on time and hope that she eats

as I sneak for awhile to freshen myself

I clean up after her and check the time

Half of the day has already gone by

The rest of the day is spent

on answering endless questions repeatedly

Of assisting her walk to and fro when sleep is lost to her

Of taking in her anger when I become her target of wrath

and when she decides to eat the food I give her in the afternoon

there is a certain happiness in me

for it means that I do not have to pick-up the pieces

when she decides to throw those at me

During night time there is not much difference

as days and nights seemed no different to her

A goodnight's sleep is but a rare gift

Sleep is not even a reprieve

When the sun rises to a new morning

my day would begin again...

No this is not my profession

I do not get paid

I care for my grandmother

Without asking anything for myself

So please forgive me If at times I cry or complain

Give me some leeway for I get weary and tired

I feel battered and bruised from deep inside.