Scout

hmph. I ain't gonna be no scout not in any sense of this word i'm not going to precede the army and i'm not going to sit around the campfire i'm not scouting anything for you unless it is to scout your heart and find humanity alive and well

Language

language is a language connecting me to you and everything in between if I can inhabit your words make them my body's poem I can touch your mind and maybe find a passage to my soul

sunlit wanderings

words come in vivacious play, the tinkerings of sunlit wanderings. my mind connects to yours in the center of sun's glowing dust- motes! with music notes! if this life wasn't a dance I wouldn't know where to go

my internal vent comes with a valve and its key is turning on the spell of water whisper's murmur, murmur the splash of which creates a pool and in its cerulean serenity you'll find my heart in turbulent sound

poems live where life is and yet I have no life living quietly in this sin. So what am I to do? give up me to become you? just so I can have these damn words to write on this forsaken forgotten paper? do you believe me to be that shallow as if I am the waters we are wading in

satellite

word up literally this word is about satellites and sad old nights sad because they're ending this time we have to spend together under starlit skies and summer sighs staring at satellites and sparkled skies with the moon orbiting and our minds racing just one touch sends out that tingle and just one look is forever my memory

it's that grating feeling eating at your every nerve you don't know to what to ascribe it there is no cure to prescribe it except to get out and live and throw your worries to the wind

drop

read them separately or together. I like them both ways drip... drop... drip... drop.... Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Dripdrop dripdrop. The sound of my heart's slow out-pour. It increases at the thought of you. As skin heated and signals flew. I felt the first drop of morning dew. drip drop it wasn't as cold as you drip drop in this warm summer air un beso in a dim lamp's glow un besito and i watched you go drip drop your eyes eternally memorized drip drop my tears beginning to flow

Over one year gone

I realized today that I have gone past the one year anniversary of my blog. Ooppss. Well it has been an interesting journey. Don't you agree? I was just thinking that things have changed since I started this project. I don't have the same need people to know my thoughts anymore. I'm not desperately lost. Don't get me wrong, I'm still adequately confused. But, I'm no longer screaming for help. I've got a lot of things figured out and a lot of good friends to help me out. Life is an interesting quest. I hope you will all continue with me on the trip. With Love,

someone crash into me so i can feel what it's like to be you and you can feel what I'm like too oh please come crash into me and become for me a lover please