Time is sure standing....still
Still the lights of the
emoticons are flashing
in rememberance
of yesterday
and the day prior
Subliminal are the
messages that
affect my
ability to
think about
writing...
but
writing in this
peacefulness
should be easy
...easy as breezes
of a lover's embrace
or quiet as a mouse
moving effortless-ly
throughout this
storied place
I'm wondering
when will the lounge
be filled with
poetical drinkers
of verbose bourbon's
and scotch on the rocks
of ink drops
sips of
long island iced tea
with cypher's held
ready to scribe
making lots of
noise or
dances with
art lyrically
lifting each others'
spirits
...and all of the
love shown in the
form of replies
from family members
whom many of
us have never even
seen or personally met
but appear as close
to one another
through
proses of poetry
But for now it's
Quiet in da House~~
and I feel like I'm
standing here
looking out of the
windows observing
the absence of
scenery
Holding myself
for comfort's sake
waiting...
watching...
waiting...
listening... in anticipation
to hear the sound of the door bell
...ring...ring...
For that is when
the poetic laureates
who also
dwell in this house
will return
home
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA
Still the lights of the
emoticons are flashing
in rememberance
of yesterday
and the day prior
Subliminal are the
messages that
affect my
ability to
think about
writing...
but
writing in this
peacefulness
should be easy
...easy as breezes
of a lover's embrace
or quiet as a mouse
moving effortless-ly
throughout this
storied place
I'm wondering
when will the lounge
be filled with
poetical drinkers
of verbose bourbon's
and scotch on the rocks
of ink drops
sips of
long island iced tea
with cypher's held
ready to scribe
making lots of
noise or
dances with
art lyrically
lifting each others'
spirits
...and all of the
love shown in the
form of replies
from family members
whom many of
us have never even
seen or personally met
but appear as close
to one another
through
proses of poetry
But for now it's
Quiet in da House~~
and I feel like I'm
standing here
looking out of the
windows observing
the absence of
scenery
Holding myself
for comfort's sake
waiting...
watching...
waiting...
listening... in anticipation
to hear the sound of the door bell
...ring...ring...
For that is when
the poetic laureates
who also
dwell in this house
will return
home
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA