Poet Introduction What a great way to show how creative you can be. Me being a poet is like being in a different world an escape. It's healthy really one of my many outlets. †I look forward to expressing more how I feel through my work. To relate & share also.
Does it ever return? Only in a good somber mood. All that has to be done is remember your awful attitude. Thank you for opening my eyes and mind to everything Iíve since attained. Youíre a teacher who would have thought. Put to good use this time has been amazing. Free to explore and go roaming. Living through experiences I only recall to help others . Smiles of mine burns with passion for what is coming. I think I see her.
Just took a few phone calls to insight bravery. Through old storms a man drove. In a night of cars. Too many cars. Found her looking through a windshield uncovered of the lightest snow. Take me inside. I see you have drinks for two. Already chilled on ice. Iíd prefer silence and the action only of lips. Why is the question. Are you still stuck after 57 weeks? He left ya and now Iím here to rescue ya.
Adventures early on the road. Itís what is most calm a good mood. Convinced the one and only to take a risk with a good attitude. Not everyone is on the same page the inevitable endless feud. Adventures bring sporadic surprises this is me becoming unglued. That question I wish that could be asked becomes sound waves in my air.
Donít want to relive scenes from before. Here it is he was running with no place to call comfortable. Itís impossible to satisfy her needs all the time. Collision comes again and again with new unseen motives. With a guard down he became exposed. She felt as if she had lost who he had been. Hours spent in books looking for answers. Little did he know it was already over. Her friends had already known so. Reminders from back then when he had already gone through it. The significance of the moment silences the warnings. He saw the impact...
Iíve seen it before. Something Iíve dreamed. Within a grasp before. Was that the right one? Trials will tell the answers to all. Strong enough to withstand the changes. At either side to communicate real things. Is it that this is on hold? In the process of being made strong enough. Will it have been worth all the time left empty? The sweetest thing would be to see you smile at my cause.
I could tell you all that had to fall before this awaited trip. Not a dream but made in real life. Guided and teased by fantastic dreams. Finding ways to be lead by such a motivation. Iíd prefer not to walk train tracks in winter. Do it now. Only to be ready for the nice summer weather to come. Coffee shops ringing bells at entry. Morning screams for a daily dose. We want the kind of day that lightly burns. Sweat arrives on the scene. A lightbulb goes off to run to a pool or the nearest beach. Hopefully this 6 ft rule wonít last...
Left underneath somewhere so quiet and unmoving. Iíve been frozen down here but now I embrace the stillness of your presence. I imagine youíll place your soft hands in mine to leverage me up from the deepest Iíve ever been. Hi itís like Iíve already met you. Crazy to not give thanks to such a rescue. With no thoughts of tomorrow letís enjoy the moments.
Whatís to make of this cloud we call a virus? Living inside still if anything more time to practice. Meeting would be nearly impossible in times like this. What if you have it? The longer one stays alone is more time to morph into something super. Why is it as soon as weíre not suppose to you crave? True to myself Iíll take good morals to the grave. Like you know that a new leaf is turned over here too. Fear instilled by this thing we canít see a magnified flu. Trapped now but know that I still want to see you.
Traveling in the morning. Nerves of someone new sparked something good or bad. Tonight a soothing call confirmed the sweetness of your voice. Resurrected from the web. Lively you took an exit from the vehicle late. Lost it was hard to respectfully concentrate. Pressures of our lips reminded me of what that kind of living means again. Mouths were left so sweet. Knew Iíd see you again that was the one real treat. How many miles are you willing to go?
From the beginning there was only one option. Motives to expose the true sincerity inside. Had to be the one and only person drafted away. Strength had to be tested by being isolated. Back now to gather those who once bullied. Looks became invisible and replaced by kind actions. Sacrifices small but deeply potent in enlightening effects. A grey day once cold magnified temperatures from rays of a giving sun. Continuing on the same day with new positive hopes. Not all given. Thanks are given with motivations to carry this everywhere to everyone.
Late nights awake were worth a lack of sleep. Even though itís sleep I crave times expensive and Iím not cheap. Waiting for confirmation. Take your pictures off and save them for me. Addicted to false fame youíll disagree. Youíre so much better then you claim to be.