:lol: good point.
there is,
in me, something
that maneuvers deftly
around the obvious, at times,
I'm new.
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:lol: good point.
there is,
in me, something
that maneuvers deftly
around the obvious, at times,
I'm new.
I'm new
to this day as
it is new to me, and
hopefully we will enjoy each
other
other
places might suit
your fancy, but here is
where i want to spend all my days...
relaxed.
relaxed
now the working
day is done. Shoe-worn feet
rest on the sofa - boy, aren't they
smelly!
relaxed
along the edge
timidly seeking time
stepping from cloud to cloud weightless
searching
searching
amongst the leaves,
coloured fragments fallen,
autumn's gift to the earth, scattered
windward.
windward
goes the mind, while
the body is angled
hard against the wind pushing to
get where?
get where?
this dark evening
leads me to nowhere where
falling leaves would welcome warm, my
footsteps....
footsteps,
the sky is blue,
the sun still shines all day.
you will dry out for lack of rain—
vain man…
vain man
sees nothing but
the surface sheen. Blinded
by his own emptiness his soul
is lost
is lost
the end result...
traversing the barrens
of an aching heart, clutched in the
desert?
desert
calls out in dark,
storming through the wild night
is the cry of an owl hidden
somewhere
somewhere
there is a place
where light pierces through the
darkness of my soul. Someone hears
my cries.
my cries
bouncing off walls
a padded cell keeps me
from screaming my hatred at you
insane
insane,
come my white coats,
let me throw ink on those
starched lapels, you don't see my world,
poor things