the door is off its hinges
no now its completely gone
blown
to the wind
and beyond
as if there were a place
past which concept couldnt reach
like theres really any limit
our minds could not breach
how long can
one foot in then
one foot out
last without slipping
into something more than a flirt
little flick of the wrist
i know i do but just how
do i exist?
skirting fragmentation
insane exacerbation
pictures and the numbers
mix and blend like paint
the pallete now is muddled
no reason to feel too late
reason reason
is there an answer there
another invention
distractingly snared
physical position
preemptive precognition
infinite interrelation
space to lose your mind
everyone
everthing
else is what youll find
focus too fast too far for fear
only so much room
maybe just a smear
will it will it leave a stain
build up another barrier
will learn ed things remain
my loving mothers carrier
the list goes on few and far between
begging for truth and
getting more than you bargained for
fall up into the funnel
round and about again
two mirrors face off so familiar
indiscernable images
fleeting across backs of eyelids like
windowshades
darken the room for the projection screen
shift your focus to see what i mean
we can walk further with nothing below us
create a brand new start
reminiscent
sampled from omniscient
etchings of who we are
sketchings engraved
stones inlaid with all the answers to
questions multiplying
like rabbits from a hat in the imagination
of a failed magician just
daydreaming life away until
one day
something changed
a clear page with a duplicate image
the literally literal engulfed by the
abstract
things that were found around corners
under stones
in reflections found on surfaces
of manmade machines
in every empty
theres a wonder
wishing for release
whispers secrets
when youre looking
when all thats left is
please
no now its completely gone
blown
to the wind
and beyond
as if there were a place
past which concept couldnt reach
like theres really any limit
our minds could not breach
how long can
one foot in then
one foot out
last without slipping
into something more than a flirt
little flick of the wrist
i know i do but just how
do i exist?
skirting fragmentation
insane exacerbation
pictures and the numbers
mix and blend like paint
the pallete now is muddled
no reason to feel too late
reason reason
is there an answer there
another invention
distractingly snared
physical position
preemptive precognition
infinite interrelation
space to lose your mind
everyone
everthing
else is what youll find
focus too fast too far for fear
only so much room
maybe just a smear
will it will it leave a stain
build up another barrier
will learn ed things remain
my loving mothers carrier
the list goes on few and far between
begging for truth and
getting more than you bargained for
fall up into the funnel
round and about again
two mirrors face off so familiar
indiscernable images
fleeting across backs of eyelids like
windowshades
darken the room for the projection screen
shift your focus to see what i mean
we can walk further with nothing below us
create a brand new start
reminiscent
sampled from omniscient
etchings of who we are
sketchings engraved
stones inlaid with all the answers to
questions multiplying
like rabbits from a hat in the imagination
of a failed magician just
daydreaming life away until
one day
something changed
a clear page with a duplicate image
the literally literal engulfed by the
abstract
things that were found around corners
under stones
in reflections found on surfaces
of manmade machines
in every empty
theres a wonder
wishing for release
whispers secrets
when youre looking
when all thats left is
please
These above and others. If you apply the integrity of heart to your songs that is in evidence here, you will go wide and well.
Thank you. It does help to hear and talk.
There is no decision. I'm done with the romantic/sexual aspect of that relationship. It wasn't an easy decision at all. But a wise one. I can breathe my own air, and sure I'll find a partner who has similar lungs.
I'm not depressed. Doesn't really happen anymore. But I am introspective, and any melancholic dullness now has a lucid sheen which makes it quite a bit more kind.
Lonliness is temporary, and only helps to trigger a mastery of my priorities, a consciousness of course, that, although sometimes ambiguous, has the effect of a weather vane on a turtles's back in an sound-proof chamber. Go slow in silent nowhere; any measurable weathering is of your own movement and making.
But there's always excitement as well. Never far off or far away.
I'm a Gemini...If I'm not comfortable with my my mood, I've only to give it a few minutes and it will change!
It's late. When it gets late, I tend to think in poetry, if at all.
So I'll go for now
And thanks again
Nice to have good friends around here.
-c.