not that I can
but I would whisk you away
to the kingdom of
trees and leaves
to play in the flowers and
along the
chrysanthemum trail
to have bits of sun
as we skip to a lunch
of jam and ladyfingers
doing our best
to frolic
in the classiest way possible
singing silly songs
sometimes
and smooching in shade
made by
the tallest elm
and making warmth
in each others
delicate embrace
to keep up ideas that were
made for this haven’t kept her down
but she was far past the judgment
of such a type, she had no consideration
of thoughts which have made others see her that
way, she wished patience as a thing others should
have not as a way of correction or pity but
rather as a need for them to have it without an
awareness that she was already blessed with
the right amount; and when, if reminded that
she wasn’t appropriately in tune with that particular
attribute of virtue which she obviously
displaced with great courtesy, she would see the Technicolor
storm, she would reply some words which would deflect the realism of what was being said, and become more
with herself in one smile’s moment, the month when she butterflied when she didn’t speak was torture to her friends and sometimes the mere mention on her weekend
that was a nice moment off
she would laugh
“wasn’t this whole life mine?”
didn’t speak was torture to her friends
de-evolutionary t.v.
was repeating itself in the background
you told
me so very right
and I knew that I
was going to be correct when
I knew you would need to be
kept hot in bed
and felt that want in warmth
because I want
you to be glad
then I am here for a reason
like the sunshine
calling me awake from
the mountain cabin I was in
after enough minutes
I can feel your hand in mind
and you kissed
my shoulder as you slept
we saw the
light at the end of
the best tunnel of love
since the ice cream
lottery of life paid off
so many times
I asked you
asked nice
or even just sit there in silence
while you curled up and relaxed
and made the whole dream
had been your plan and it came true
and none of us
not you
not me
not a friend
not a tornado blown up
could let the present be the present
and the past be the past
I have to ask
if I showed up at your door
and asked you if you even wanted
to see me right now would
you let me in
am I ready to be so nervous knowing
that I would never say
the right thing would the time be
just perfect enough that you
may get up the nerve
let me be me by showing me the real you
even though that makes it
sound as it a thunder strikes
the calming down wont exist
your insides are mad like
a woman with a broken heart
the sky is not falling
we touch we laugh
we sing we dream
we see we create space we oops
we wink we lean
we carry a torch
we toughly tighten our ties
we undulate
we weep we whine
we stretch we ache
we moan we sing along
we made a dirty joke
we make fun we weakly agree
we wear nametags we save pennies
we share we wise up some stories
we shave we giggle we have personal secrets we pulse
we hold hands we have lovely winters
we have hidden teases
we hate east west north south
we get along when we go out
we nap we splash water
we shift sleeping faces
we mesh
I was lost in a city
not unlike Bombay
with only instinct
and good shoes on my feet
while I saw the same
types of buildings with different people in it
and a thousand steps
reveal how we are all like in our own way
even if we laugh
or cause an ego killing insult
it is all the same world
and you still see a dawn
while you smell the lemon tree
Monday is still Monday
yet we went to the
same counter to get
a little furry friend to follow
with a tiny fuzzy toy
we are the same
as the light descends
the flower blooms
a realization arrives
shining
and blown away
as the hurt flower
plucked for a
soft hand that
hunted for sweetness
after the passing
of a paranoid
turtle knowing that
the water is too far away
as refreshing
as it all seems the night
comes too tightly
the hunters will come
and we have
only begun our trek
at least you
don’t see the sharks
in the water
and the maggots of
fear following him
I am the soil
I provide a respite and
also a bit of cool depth
when the growing has begun again
I am the sun
I can warm you up and
make sure you are looking up
when you need healthy glow on your soul
I am the shade
I will provide a place to be
when you feel the overwhelming need
to escape the glowing outside world
and all of its gross inconsistencies
I am the breeze
I am a refreshing different direction
to look at when you have not
gotten enough new air in you
I am the rocks
I am the sturdy trail and interesting
you enjoy because you
have never been on anything like this before
and cant wait to see where it leads
hello tiny one
where have you been?
travelling
far away lands
in your dream car
pulled by your horses three
and the captivated
little furry familiar is by your side
as you soar
far over the shrinking moon
a dark blanket far
over your bed
with holes poked in it
to let a twinkle and light
shine through
and you finally
recharge enough to resume
the feisty place
in a playful adventure world
washing
the
tired
waves
away
having a night
far from this but home
before the
last lightning strike
when a smell of
fresh rain fall is in the air
a cool sound of a
very tiny waterfall
and a thousand little
splashes grind down
along this roadmap of sighs and
too short goodbyes
arriving just in time
to say
I was wrong
I am never leaving again
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| Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
| Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
| LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
| Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
| Lucy on Presenting present |
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