I felt at the top of a mountain when I could feel at all. I'd rather you find me here, than anywhere else at all. I am me. Dedicated to something meaningful. Me is someone with dreams, who is working on creating a future. I am loving, and strive to be open-minded, but those who push my limits will be pushed out by "means". You wouldn't like meeting means, as they're not very nice. Treat me the way you want to be treated. I learn the hard way and like it. I love trying new things, am all about change and growing. I don't believe in perfection, hate, or the typical notion of a hero. Life's complexity should be met by flexibility. The seasons and nature effect me. People are sensitive. I want to be more gentle. We should approach each other with understanding. That is a goal.
Necessity: It is necessary to not bother me if you're not capable of being real and honest. The crap lines are closed, so no new crap is being accepted at this time.
There are reasons for every one of those rules. They're kind of new for me.
Expectation: Be true, be you.
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche ----------------------- I'm like a baby in a barred bed Playing peekaboo with the mobile overhead Sometimes I try climbing over the edge But that's a long fall- I might land dead The face in the frame makes faces at me I think you'll paint the walls white and blue Wake you up in the night to straighten my blankets I only know I need, what I need of you ----------------------- Transience (flamboyantly expressive semi-autobiographical, semi-crude poem, subject to change)
Maybe you've spent your life dreaming me up, doubting I'd ever come true Doubt no longer, illuminated person-tops Lay your eyes upon the notoriety-drunk She's an ugly sort of duckling, but a swan among geese and microwave cancer backpack kids foaming at the test tube
To each ones own- a different story Caught in combination with consequence and commotion without inventive influence, it's tricky fruitless
In a place called now, seek and ye shall get lost
At birth I was granted one wish by a genie, to be fulfilled in death
They find their way from grains that grace shores to colored sheets in halls and churches Glass promises are broken beautifully, let there be light over windowsills Kaleidoscopic shards are swept away, so silent still you walk
Your sun is on the grass, your sun is on the trees, your sun is on my back, your sun shines on me You've been searching for El Nino in all the wrong places For every time I've gone cold numb and shuddered late to thaw, my nervy optics flipped you upside-down- never mind what I saw With shoulders slowly getting colder, From shadows of thought to forward motions of blatant brush-strokes I love you bursting from my pallet, entrails terrestrial
Love is rule, love is fuel! Someone may have mentioned a fool Sometimes I plan to be there Sometimes I'm just stupid Can allegiances be legitimate without illegible logic? Da, da, da
Every day I wonder, and look at what's been done Every day I wonder, how is this mine alone? I'll never ever stop wondering --- Forever is a moment in a place in time. --- (Jesus is a pimp in a bowling alley and he's drinking up all the notoriety.)
Driven: Driving, driving, lost in thoughts on the highway Slow me to a low desert crawl Dance me to it's venomous roam Watching wide through pupils small Live me, live me, lullaby home Highway, highway, do you recall times I've almost hit the wall? Tell me, tell me, you said you would numbers, miles, limits ago- As your melody buzzed by below- my fingers reach out in rainbow rich swelter mother blows shelter Live me out in a still-life stiff Live me on in abstracts shattered Live me in blissful bewilderment Aspire me conscious, or half will suffice Live in me as I live you in Highway, highway, lost in thought