I remember well, my first day in the unit. I didn't know anybody but that was ok. I never say Hi to neighbors. I transported my baggage from point A to point B and got my sea legs unpacking my secrets. It is rough seas, and often I do hear quarraling, but I kept to myself. I am the the new one. Then, time did pass, and I met my neighbors. Some i liked. So when some neighbors moved without notice, I wondered what happened. Regardless. I just kept living, or surviving, or treading water, whatever you prefer, and i keep from drowning.
The point is, some of my neighbors are no longer here. They were good neighbors and were mindful of my frailties. I miss my neighbors who, on one hand were outlaws, and on the other hand were medicine men. If one values my words, credit is due to the outlaws whos humility was their only weakness.
Market,
Where you been?
The coffee is hot.
good morning to OZ
just missin you, hope you have a good day.
You are like the water that washes the beach
You have come and gone
Leaving low tide and high feelings
Now littering the sand
You have made litter of me
And I will remain here until
A tide sends words to wash
Over me again
If there is no possibility
Of an actual touch
And if the distance is unseen
But a barrier, just the same
And where I live
You will never visit
My bed you will never sleep
Does it matter where I live
Or who I live with?
Where is Boris?
Will check back in 7 hours..............
I asked a man what scent he wore. I met a man from Portugal who wore Tsar. After meetin him, i bought a bottle of Tsar to smell the scent. I liked it so much. What male scent do you like?
If you hear a howling
Is it the wind
Or a lonely Willows
Standing?
Swaying and bending
But still remianing
Not ripped from the earth
Roots still clinging
If you hear a howling
Is it the wind
Or an empty Willows
Lamenting?
Confessions may be good for the soul
Not my ego
But it is time I let my ego go
And as if my kite's string has snapped
My heart has taken flight
If I have hurt you
It is only because I thought
The weight of my words
Carried no weight at all
And being weightless I ceased
Waiting for you
My truth is a fact
As true as any daydream
As rich as lonely fantasies
As real as any feeling can be
Who I may never have, does want me
To walk alone
I saw you do, and in doing so
I wrote to you
I wrote to you
Wrote of you
And in darkest hours
I dreamt of you
Now you have gone
No prints
In sand
No name no face
Nothing
As if the ocean has
Taken you
It should have been I
To take you
And should have been you
To allow me
If dark eyes could shed some light
They have
And this light has allowed my eyes to see
While we are both tossed about
On the swells of violent seas
There is a familiar voice
Assuring me
To brush the smoke away with bare hands
His fire in eyes my eyes do see
To smell the damp and briny air
My nose does find sweet and comforting
While looking up, I find you still
Still, you stand, a statue, next to me
I am a walker of the beach
I see the sea above me
While clouds mimic depths
His depths in me
I wade deep, deep under
Under wide spread currents
He submerges me
It is not in me to break one's spirit
It is the spirit that I find most interesting
If I were to break anything,
It would be my own set boundaries
But I am wise to my own tricks
And my walls are firmly placed
I had been in the trenches
Fighting in a battle of Love
Only now do I realize
One should not fight for Love at all
So there are no trenches in the surrounding
Landscape
I would warm up to advances
If the advances were such
That when met with mine would
Turn stone to water
And make flowers bloom
If I could sea what he saw
And he may share with me
Than perhaps he might entertain
A mistress
And for a time his time I'll keep
If I cannot be with Him
If I cannot have Them
If I will never be under Either
Then I will be
ON TOP
Of them
And I will stomp my feet
And kick up dust
And force the chandaliers to swing
And mirrors break
If I cannot have either
Of them!
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