The world and everything in it feeds me with a passion to know it. And the way we use it to get from one place to the next. Planes, trains and automobiles move us from one point to another in our busied lives.
We Communicate with cell phones and computers anywhere and at anytime making distances and the spaces between them insignificant . Yet, we fail at times to hear what others want us to know, and what we can share, to help us feel with them for a time.
Here on the internet our words; become the,” things we drive” , to get us from one place to the next. The vehicle that carries our thoughts and ideas to each other. Sometimes the engines that drive them end up being to loud with the sound of their momentary importance and they keep us from hearing, “the who”, of what we wanted to feel and then we lose,” the with”, of the thing that moves us all-LOVE.
Pushing keys to convey to you what I want to say gets,” lost in the here” and drowned in the realism’s brought on by everything that catches my attention and diverts it before I can say what I mean. Instead I start feeling and end up dreaming.
Then I am taken to this place where I need to own your nature and command its innocence and fell your inhibitions till you consume me so completely that,"my mind knows what to feel and my heart what to think", and then the things onward delve from the pleasant bliss of my time," up there" where the rocks and the beasts of the field are beautiful, where the music and every word radiates from my dreamy notions of you while the central tenets of ; time, reason and rhyme flow with me.
Lyrics of songs, ( I can take the rain…every once in a while… I pretend I’m ok…never knowin what coulda been…) take on the meaning of your image. All I see when the words reach my ears are you and hearing my fingers at this moment orchestrate the symphony of the labors of every thing I feel for you while its played out through my soul. Things flow to my mind, “ like a fluid in movement ” then splash on the screen and stain it with the pain, pleasures and triumphs of my motions in this celestial state, to leave an imprint of you here for the world to FEEL as I do now. Blinded with emotion and painting you on the canvas of forever so future generations will say, “Surely this poet lies. Such touches, never touched earthly graces”.
We Communicate with cell phones and computers anywhere and at anytime making distances and the spaces between them insignificant . Yet, we fail at times to hear what others want us to know, and what we can share, to help us feel with them for a time.
Here on the internet our words; become the,” things we drive” , to get us from one place to the next. The vehicle that carries our thoughts and ideas to each other. Sometimes the engines that drive them end up being to loud with the sound of their momentary importance and they keep us from hearing, “the who”, of what we wanted to feel and then we lose,” the with”, of the thing that moves us all-LOVE.
Pushing keys to convey to you what I want to say gets,” lost in the here” and drowned in the realism’s brought on by everything that catches my attention and diverts it before I can say what I mean. Instead I start feeling and end up dreaming.
Then I am taken to this place where I need to own your nature and command its innocence and fell your inhibitions till you consume me so completely that,"my mind knows what to feel and my heart what to think", and then the things onward delve from the pleasant bliss of my time," up there" where the rocks and the beasts of the field are beautiful, where the music and every word radiates from my dreamy notions of you while the central tenets of ; time, reason and rhyme flow with me.
Lyrics of songs, ( I can take the rain…every once in a while… I pretend I’m ok…never knowin what coulda been…) take on the meaning of your image. All I see when the words reach my ears are you and hearing my fingers at this moment orchestrate the symphony of the labors of every thing I feel for you while its played out through my soul. Things flow to my mind, “ like a fluid in movement ” then splash on the screen and stain it with the pain, pleasures and triumphs of my motions in this celestial state, to leave an imprint of you here for the world to FEEL as I do now. Blinded with emotion and painting you on the canvas of forever so future generations will say, “Surely this poet lies. Such touches, never touched earthly graces”.
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