Opposite inertia.
Everything feels wildly off-balance.
Dangerously, chaotically volatile.
Too many moving parts.
Too many blowing past on another.
Collision is bound to occur.
Once there was a girl alone,
she had no one, she cried and moaned,
until she met a boy so sweet,
he lay love’s flowers upon her feet,
they rode a horse of purity,
until revealed false security,
heart spoken for, she realized,
he was full of secrets and lies,
and heart came back, black as stone,
and she returned to cry and moan.
Little do you know about resignation,
you coward!
You haven’t even begun -
to allow yourself to feel in the first place,
to move through the hollowing pain of sorrow,
to purge and exasperate your joy and pain,
you know nothing! – with all your knowledge!
and sorry I feel for you,
most of all.
I adore you.
You are there encompassed in the tiny drops,
now growing fat, as your soul reaches mine,
I listened when at first you did lightly trod upon the ground,
yet I hear you beat down with furious excitement.
Morning rain, I am yours.
I step into you, begging.
Wash over my heart and purify my soul.
Take me to a place of innocence and match us again.
They burden me, a tortured tease,
thoughts leave me, with an ill-unease,
my brimming hope of finished work,
is snuffed out by strange twisted lurk,
that travels through my brain and wrecks,
impugning plans of balance and checks.
You hold my love, my love, all in your hands
what you want, your will is mine,
each fingertip, each fledgling line,
and I am your eternity, if you will have
and hold me,
in your hands.
Ever feel like someone is watching you?
How about all the time?
