every inch of my body says yes every instinct of my mind says no and yet, there you are… is this love or addiction?
notes… file this under simplicity posts… mine mostly, driving to work these words just popped into my head (and I had to repeat them over and over to myself until I got to work), I do find I am more inspired… or more prone to write depending on the songs playing, maybe that is why sometimes I feel like I am writing lyrics to a song, sometimes… the muse is fickle, but I am glad I have a ticket for the ride… thanks universe, I owe you one (+1Up sound here)
a thing I do from time to time… just snippets or things I never finished, I always intended to finish, but I am a creature of the moment usually so I do not go back, maybe I will… nah, probably not, so here is some snippets, do with them what you will.. my orphans, take care of them in your head…
(1) erotic patterns curves sultry lines drawn in sand a back, a palm by the hands of wind sliding across the mounds silently caressing grain by grain
(2) the psalms of wind and the homilies of wings
I really like (2)… now, I have to admit it has nothing to do with (1) except me posting them together, and in a weird way it makes sense together… but they were just scraps, but who knows? maybe this is what the universe wanted to impose, and so it is.. because it has happened, am I getting to vague ?
birds chatter of wisdom and sing unto that praise onto that human ear which what might capture the image-a-glimpse caught in the sounds of their clamor, the leaves bend and sway choruses in that speaking breeze and drop fruit with what to consume knowledge to raise up creation for a caravan of local nomads, the seed holds and germinates within new-form hands delivered, is enlightened in the new birth, (from that attachment) the words of speech empower the subtleties of voice saving from that mire that which doth spurn, and lay down the foundation in may build yet a union to be spoken of and carried out far upon sailed that common wave out into the world as the prosperous evolution freedom of expression freedom of expiration, and so are we as the birds chatter of wisdom.
notes… this is a re-work of an old work, something I don’t generally do… but there are no steadfast rules here, so this transformed, in my mind, to something else… this.
now you have gone and done – well, you are gone I sip my tea yes, I am known more for quaffing coffee, as you know but a sip or two, of you, I’m thinking of just now, a gentle pause, a smile a wish on lips, to you being here but at least I had a glimpse and you are so very far now, by miles but not knitted up my smile as I think of you now a sip or two, a cup of tea
notes… a kind of in the moment thing as I was having a cup of tea this morning @ my desk, looking out at the very non inspiring industrial tinged streets of Hackensack NJ…