I recall when it was new, marble base, crystal waters you could see through. That new in love, that can’t get enough of. It would radiate in the sun and moon beams, growing momentum. Nothing between.
Giving life and besting the weather. Easily unsullied with a fraction of attention \ affection. A little love and hard times seemed to disappear. Just like they were never there, never seen. Getting back up, no matter how much you fall. At the ready; to answer the call.
No longer shifting, no reason to mingle. Heavy laden with dirt, moss and grime. It does not flow, much less sprinkle. Chipped, broken and beaten. No longer sharing, no longer giving.
Wanting to be better
that’s why we see people like this
hash out emotions rarely spoken
hash out feelings off base from token
I wish I was joking
I see walls being broken
using sleep to escape depression
using work to get out aggression
cautious walking in my “state of mind” library section
how did I end up here…
lost in moments of self inspection
lost in the instances
lost in the seconds
is there any detection
searching for a glimpse of connection
lost in this warm Colorado breeze
lost in its seclusion
lost because I don’t care
is this getting somewhere
do the eyes on the other side
even comprehend with this share
because I purposely left myself out there…
Sometimes we have to shake off the negative people and things in our lives. Sometimes we have to ask “when is enough, enough?” When will we stop hurting ourselves to possibly make the negative better? How about making yourself better?
Need me some you
tell me how can just a gesture
make the unspeakable premonitions
R. Kelly in the back ground
my body`s calling…
pleasure proportionate to me
Rest your ego
place your personage with me as bona-fide as it can be
don’t tell me I cant have you now just tell me when and how….