yesterday the rain was unintentionally called out
today it feels like drought
uninformed as to what it truly is about
innately knowing and trusting something deeper which has more clout
acknowledgement of an idea or feeling in the now, and quickly it slides to the past
clouds may come and go, but it is the sunshine which will always last.
he walked right by and left a sign
when she came to look it disappeared into her mind
missing those baby blue sky soul windows
she continues on
it seems like the truth is something only he knows
sometimes it feels like a king looking down on a pawn
but those are rare and in between
the only thing she knows is he would never dare be so mean
she can feel his energy and dreams of his touch
and wishes it wouldn’t feel like asking for too much
she knows he is living the childhood he forgot
but needs to feel the mutual longing for which she has sought
this delicate dance of innuendos leaves the mouth watering for flesh
and it certainly keeps the poetry fresh.
the elevator doors slide open
as the bellman rings the penthouse suite
the humidity sweats
as the shaft rises gaining speed
the mechanical belts and levers working hard
to bring the guest to the destination
finally the urgent meeting is able to commence
for the distribution of succulent juice
from tender oranges
freshly pushed and squeezed by hand
mouth watering advertising campaigns
to be secured throughout the rising outskirts of civilization
ideally open 24 hours
the stores supplying solid customer service
please, come again
two choices here
the bruised sprout vs the universal walker
instant.
feels so good yet stings
blindfolded tightrope walker, nosetouching
left arm and then spring
right arm and then spring
wash, rinse, repeat…
but is the essence made of reaching?
the egotistical trick to surpass the peripheral vision of existence
to surpass the logical explanations of reasoning?
observing the charades
accepting the consequences. responsibility on a whole new level.
a soaring dove landing in an oil spill
the infamous “blessing in disguise” pattern of life.
why is my deputy blog suddenly getting completely inundated with spam?!?!??
Come chill!
vote for my movie “Blood on the Title” at