- Oct 5, 2006
- 98
- 2
I want to give this to you again...
Hear what you think...
Cook with it...have you, again
Taste it.
A criminal shame would be to waste it.
Because, no apparent reason has been found not to go again...
To not press forward and play at it... or work at it.
To make a recovery that’s justifiably attuned with my much awaited discovery.
A reclamation of feeling brought on only by your essence. Your mere presence rewards me.
You free me... in ways that make words inadequate.
Get with that...and this...
I’m listless.
That’s the gist of this...
Comments in my context are surely inadequate, but only attempt to show and tell;
How what fell was like all that’s known as physical.
You...
You are like the similitude of gravity...and I am subject to the gravity of situations born of your magnetic pool. In a way; I feel the fool...Wanting to know so much. Culminating in a tender touch that would never end.
Life gets so sentimental during and in between this... My ongoing internal and external conflict...
We try to change so it doesn’t stick. Stick and/or stagnate the clear
and Wanting Heart.
A heart wanting to tear apart any and all possible chance of misunderstanding.
But, true feelings, felt...are so demanding
And golly gee wiz... opportunity is like a slow fizz with the bubbling of these words
sticking in my throat.
Ever present shyness not wanting to rock or sink this boat...
or run aground
or send Us
falling
Then, sprawling...face down
into that mud...Worse
To lie there, then roll over and stare up at everything
Clearly seeing...
Everything in view...including what works
with The Me and The You
was
and is
on the up n’ up
So...again.
Walk in Solitude
Knowing I wish it was me with you on that walk
wanting to talk and
express those bubbling words caught in my throat
How I’m continually mesmerized by what your soul writes...
By what it wrote.
So...I’m left trying to explain; most of everything and have it all make sense...
While, within your aura what doesn’t,
just makes me tense and it creates a spin
A spin, wherein, I grin attempting to keep above board and focus
No hocus or its cousin
Because, really it wasn’t me...
me...
really trying or
attempting or
planning
to feel this way...But, besides that point
it’s all OK
It’s a Free write anyway... I’ll just stream away!
Better said...Dream away and come away with ideas,
thoughts and
Best n' better wishes.
Wishes that I can jot down
and unfold.
It tries My Patience, but it soothes My Soul.
Ya see... I’m in a zone, and a dilemma at the
same time and my mind lacks the quickness to permit my heart and tongue to shine...Together.
Nevertheless...I Know You are
Total...and the entire package. The Renaissance Womb of Man
And you..
Got me writin n' rewritin you things...
2 gather...Lo and ve. Letting out and visions explained
I feel soooooooo helpless n' stuuupid n' lame.
So I gotta write...
I don't want to, but I gotta write.
You did this...
Another rewrite of rhyme just for you tonight!
So...again
Walk in Solitude
With the full knowledge I wish it was me with you on that walk
wanting to talk and
express those bubbling words caught up
in my throat...
How I’m continually mesmerized by what your soul writes... By what it wrote
So...I’m left trying to explain; most of everything and have it all make sense...but
While, within your aura what doesn’t...makes me tense and creates that spin
Wherein, I smile and grin
attempting to stay above board and focus
No hocus-pocus
Because, really it wasn’t
me...tryin to really feel this way...But, besides that point
Surely, it's all OK
Free write tonight...and I’ll just stream away!
...Dream away
and come away with
ideas, thoughts that I can jot down and control.
Wishing, it was I along with You
on that stroll...
How it tries The Patience, but it soothes My Soul.
It smoothes My Soul over with the presence of
possibility...
Pleasantly present because these words allowed much of my feelings to be felt.
Felt and kept
closer than the skin that covers me that uncovers me
emotively to you,
words that keep landing in your eyes
and keep my feet on the ground
even when
thoughts,
dreams,
and sounds abound
and
rise outward
...back to Sky..........
Hear what you think...
Cook with it...have you, again
Taste it.
A criminal shame would be to waste it.
Because, no apparent reason has been found not to go again...
To not press forward and play at it... or work at it.
To make a recovery that’s justifiably attuned with my much awaited discovery.
A reclamation of feeling brought on only by your essence. Your mere presence rewards me.
You free me... in ways that make words inadequate.
Get with that...and this...
I’m listless.
That’s the gist of this...
Comments in my context are surely inadequate, but only attempt to show and tell;
How what fell was like all that’s known as physical.
You...
You are like the similitude of gravity...and I am subject to the gravity of situations born of your magnetic pool. In a way; I feel the fool...Wanting to know so much. Culminating in a tender touch that would never end.
Life gets so sentimental during and in between this... My ongoing internal and external conflict...
We try to change so it doesn’t stick. Stick and/or stagnate the clear
and Wanting Heart.
A heart wanting to tear apart any and all possible chance of misunderstanding.
But, true feelings, felt...are so demanding
And golly gee wiz... opportunity is like a slow fizz with the bubbling of these words
sticking in my throat.
Ever present shyness not wanting to rock or sink this boat...
or run aground
or send Us
falling
Then, sprawling...face down
into that mud...Worse
To lie there, then roll over and stare up at everything
Clearly seeing...
Everything in view...including what works
with The Me and The You
was
and is
on the up n’ up
So...again.
Walk in Solitude
Knowing I wish it was me with you on that walk
wanting to talk and
express those bubbling words caught in my throat
How I’m continually mesmerized by what your soul writes...
By what it wrote.
So...I’m left trying to explain; most of everything and have it all make sense...
While, within your aura what doesn’t,
just makes me tense and it creates a spin
A spin, wherein, I grin attempting to keep above board and focus
No hocus or its cousin
Because, really it wasn’t me...
me...
really trying or
attempting or
planning
to feel this way...But, besides that point
it’s all OK
It’s a Free write anyway... I’ll just stream away!
Better said...Dream away and come away with ideas,
thoughts and
Best n' better wishes.
Wishes that I can jot down
and unfold.
It tries My Patience, but it soothes My Soul.
Ya see... I’m in a zone, and a dilemma at the
same time and my mind lacks the quickness to permit my heart and tongue to shine...Together.
Nevertheless...I Know You are
Total...and the entire package. The Renaissance Womb of Man
And you..
Got me writin n' rewritin you things...
2 gather...Lo and ve. Letting out and visions explained
I feel soooooooo helpless n' stuuupid n' lame.
So I gotta write...
I don't want to, but I gotta write.
You did this...
Another rewrite of rhyme just for you tonight!
So...again
Walk in Solitude
With the full knowledge I wish it was me with you on that walk
wanting to talk and
express those bubbling words caught up
in my throat...
How I’m continually mesmerized by what your soul writes... By what it wrote
So...I’m left trying to explain; most of everything and have it all make sense...but
While, within your aura what doesn’t...makes me tense and creates that spin
Wherein, I smile and grin
attempting to stay above board and focus
No hocus-pocus
Because, really it wasn’t
me...tryin to really feel this way...But, besides that point
Surely, it's all OK
Free write tonight...and I’ll just stream away!
...Dream away
and come away with
ideas, thoughts that I can jot down and control.
Wishing, it was I along with You
on that stroll...
How it tries The Patience, but it soothes My Soul.
It smoothes My Soul over with the presence of
possibility...
Pleasantly present because these words allowed much of my feelings to be felt.
Felt and kept
closer than the skin that covers me that uncovers me
emotively to you,
words that keep landing in your eyes
and keep my feet on the ground
even when
thoughts,
dreams,
and sounds abound
and
rise outward
...back to Sky..........
... 
... please make yourself at home ... 