twinkles from sparkles sent smiling dancing between the aisles of someday and dust our cheeks with the kisses of angels at angles looking crooked to our side we smooth them down, we soothe them over and hope they will get the gist of what we are sending their way practition my position and then maybe... you may tell me what you think of the way i style my hair or the way i wear my soul upon the bottoms of my shoes; perhaps the ways i speak my mind bothers all of you's. practition my position then maybe you will understand where my wandering feets go and the reasons why they do so. having seen it, then you may share with me how you feel about the repetitive rape of my mind which is much more painful than the aversion to that of my flesh. practition the postition of my heart perhaps you can fit into my sole but, then again... maybe you wear your pants too short compensating space for your large ego maybe that's the reason why you couldn't return my hello. HUNGER trying to escape instead of loosening the chain i just feed him more nicotine more caffeine and hope he will forget about the neccesities. the feeling is brisk as i take it all in. the trees dance with their boughs waltzing in her wind music stops ....taking time to breathe.... the coolness of the pavement upon my skin making the feeling more sincere the breeze flows like water across my face soft like silk in the fading darkness of light the sky is mesmerized by it's own masked beauty raindrops dopple the hoods of "cars" and sparkle brightly in the midnight sun this time of night is unmatched crackling, bustling--we've got other places to go how we miss you so when the light is not upon your face lost in mazes of traffic moving so slow takins us farther from home with every plunge of this beast found in the haze of yesterday's bliss, dust is shuddered from out shoulder waking for other eyes to see and the present past will still remember. |