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DO I REALLY WANT TO DANCE WITH FRANCE’

What kind of dance and how is it done?
And does she want to dance with just anyone?
She asks me questions and the truth will be told
For I cannot be asked to change now, I’m too damned old

This is what I am and will ever be Miss city of lights
And I’m done trying, in a windless sky, to fly any more kites
I’m too old for the hunt and weary of any game
And don’t ask me who we should blame

Perhaps a universe that forces people to lie
Or maybe even to say a sudden “good-bye”
This dance was new to me, but now it’s grown old
And I care not to witness sorrow unfold

All the women, all the time, all the times when I thought I had the time
But the clock shows it’s too late and you may be missing he sublime
Well listen lady, an alluring nature and a need for answers will be done
Because I want answers as well and cohesive answers for every one

If you truly want me to be the shoulder for you to cry on
You’d better do a simple task, and soon---- lest I be gone
But fear not, there will be other stars to wish upon
For I’ve lived enough summers to know whenever I fall I eventually rise
And that I don’t dig women on the internet only to find that they’re really perverted guys

So if you want me to dance I will but you must follow my lead
Let your body become a willow in the wind which you need
But when we are no longer just dancers and should real life try to sneak in
You’d better know that I invented the concept of sin (C) 2011....~free! CEE!~

I sometimes wonder and then I ponder, upon my brow I sometimes come to and think again. For I spend so much time in my thoughts and my wonders to pray and sleep till morning light. So now I sit to finish my thoughts and thus send them to you and then let them be yours. Then again I try and think for what have I done to let someone think the thoughts that are mine? Thus confuse and bewildered and then slightly amused. I send you this and so I now laugh ever so slightly just a chuckle or even less than a giggle. For you now have a piece of my mind and are now going like what? So thus the books are now flying and ever surprising at my head from many distances that can be. I am no Poe nor to I plan to be and my thoughts are merely close but not even near. Just a thought of the books that are knocking on my head. Then comes my slumber for tomorrow I work, to labor a day for very little pay. For the ideas of it already is spent for I work anyway. Yet I dream it to be lost and sometimes forgotten then I dream that I am awake again.

All the little details , my life is spent. Crossing t's and dotting i's , for the money to pay rent. Missed a box , fill the blank , oh the pens that I have clicked , all to fill the orders , I must deliver quick. The nameless throngs await , the freight I must in relate , endless bits of cargo , or this world may come to a stand. Walk on big world , your commercial desires unfurled , buy as you must inundate. Houses be full of the products we twirl , from shipper to store bringing more. And with each time you buy , so to I must arrive , and oblidge you to buy even more.....

DOES YOUR GOD DO IT GREEK STYLE?

I don’t mind being labeled a fool
Why, because I’m that god-damned cool
And by the way, I am seriously dying as we speak
But until I’m dust I’ll do it just like the Greek

Zorba ain’t got a thing over me
I down ouzo people give me for free
How do I do that which you yearn to know?
Well, if it ain’t free I write a bad check and let the ouzo flow

That’s just the kind or unkind of fool I am
Foolish enough to fool all of them
All the fools and the common folk
And I may be a fool but I ain’t no joke

I hear with my heart your god’s admonition
But my foolishness will never be in remission
For the remainder of my days I’ll be this way
Disregarding that which society and your lord may say

So call me a fool if that be your will
Because I ain’t got nothing but time to kill
Until your god decides to kill this fool
But I don’t give a f*ck because I’m that god-damned cool
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

I seem to wait all the time for that fourteenth day to come back around. Sometimes when you say two weeks instead of so many days it seems to be a better phrase.
When I go to bed at night my prayers are said then I can lay my weary head to rest.
New things are coming my way, eager to see what life is bringing to me like a child on his or her birthday. Fridays are suppose to be such a big day for so many people but as for me, its just another day well except for the fourteenth day which is a good friday, my day for pay.
Soon things will be much better, and that fourteenth day will be good but again just another day, for now I'm again saving for a rainy day.
Nevr the less I will always think ahead so I don't find myself sinking below the surface during the week of the fourteenth day.

Trying to find reality

clashing minds gradually

squander and squawl

stopping only to say

I think I have found

what will break new ground

Your mind is frazzled and you're wound up so tight,
Wrapped up in a frame so slender and slight,
You worry so much about the impression you make,
Like a manikin doll cold and so fake.

You dress to say hey look at me!
I'm power personified You wish you were me,
So self-obsessed with all that you've got
Want to be you? I bloody hope not.

pushed button,
pushed button,
nothing,
panel,
open doors,
kick,
huff,
someone,
please.

An eagle soaring above the clouds
The scroll of knowledge in its talons
Wisdom comes of age

Ravens croak in the misty morning
Forbid your going...fear not
Some things cannot be known

Killdeer, Killdeer, feign your broken wing
For the sake of your loved ones
You'd give your life for theirs

Beautiful Swan youve found your twin soul
Lovers forever,never a doubt
Faithful until death

Chuck-Wills-Widow heard but can't be seen
The last song before my journey
Into....etern....ity

I have seen purple vibes of a living soul
I have heard the waves of azure blue
I have tasted Erato's sweet delight
I have found her bouquet in the fields of night
I have swam in the ink of a timeless sky
I have flown through Gaia's earthen womb

Without form and wholly void
Emptiness and loneliness walk side by side
Ever connected through the sands of time
Running parallel , the Adept finds
Intersecting points of light
Woven in the Spiral Architects' mind