i was laying there- wondering about things that seem a bit fractured and the thought came to me-'poetry' i thought of the disjointed thoughts, the confusion that purpose can give you.because it is like the brain went to 'on' with out the permisson of the owner-
i thought that maybe the other night when he was following me- that i should have swung into the safeway= or freddies- just to see- if it was him-
but i really didnt want to feel that then- and i am afraid to feel anything like that again- walking around with a ripped up gut for four years- and a tore up wing-but i could still fly
i think about those dark eyes and the fear- of what i saw around him- long before he got it and i was long gone-
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reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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Too under read, you are, creativesoul. Need to be read more and more and wider. But for now. Real fine scribed words and yarn 
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he was on her mind- his mother came- when she was worried about him- said he was unhappy- that he dint know how to communicate with women- because of her-
she knows that i got no judgement on this thing- no i wasnt a perfect mother- and i made mistakes- ah but they are the greatest - in spite of it all- so perhaps there are no mistakes- so i rack my brains when i think of him-what is wrong? maybe it was not a mistake at all that we met when we did- that what happened happened- or maybe we were not done- and i dunno- i chickened out- i guess- i went on -in an out door- it isnt as if he cannot type a message on facebook or an e-mail-so clearly it is not important-so this is all fantasy- and it is useless- and he wastes my air waves on stupid sexual shit
if it were real- it would not seem so vague= she seems to think it is though- bad choices ? i dunno
his fixation with the jaded strompet is too weird to me
she knows that i got no judgement on this thing- no i wasnt a perfect mother- and i made mistakes- ah but they are the greatest - in spite of it all- so perhaps there are no mistakes- so i rack my brains when i think of him-what is wrong? maybe it was not a mistake at all that we met when we did- that what happened happened- or maybe we were not done- and i dunno- i chickened out- i guess- i went on -in an out door- it isnt as if he cannot type a message on facebook or an e-mail-so clearly it is not important-so this is all fantasy- and it is useless- and he wastes my air waves on stupid sexual shit
if it were real- it would not seem so vague= she seems to think it is though- bad choices ? i dunno
his fixation with the jaded strompet is too weird to me
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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strangely free- the hold that he had on me- he was slipping desperately into some darkness she could not connect with- sickness came and would not leave him alone- yet he tried one vain last attempt to speak in tongues no one but she could hear- but she was told do not listen he is lying-
now now- everyone tells a lie or two- fudging- the gray area-
the hooks that were trying to lodge themselves in the roof of her mouth were weakened and finally torn- away from what she saw today- that she was beautiful and he could not stand to be next to that blazing light-- he wanted her QUIET just lay there almost dead next to me- wait until i need something- ya sure
in the meantime on the island - her friend died- bobo ham young- the legend-his mother the flower farmer died recently of a heart attack- bobo died of a car accident-- and i think sometimes death is more like a quick exposure to the film = of the lights the sounds and the flavor of that place- it s rich history- like the one i had with that one- the one - you know- the one that almost killed me-these people were a big part of my ohana family there- and i missed that- i gave up- too much for that love- i wanted too much- and he didnt love me= because he didnt know love- it wasnt part of what he knew just how to do it-she didnt know how to do the whole relationship thing either-but she knew love
now now- everyone tells a lie or two- fudging- the gray area-
the hooks that were trying to lodge themselves in the roof of her mouth were weakened and finally torn- away from what she saw today- that she was beautiful and he could not stand to be next to that blazing light-- he wanted her QUIET just lay there almost dead next to me- wait until i need something- ya sure
in the meantime on the island - her friend died- bobo ham young- the legend-his mother the flower farmer died recently of a heart attack- bobo died of a car accident-- and i think sometimes death is more like a quick exposure to the film = of the lights the sounds and the flavor of that place- it s rich history- like the one i had with that one- the one - you know- the one that almost killed me-these people were a big part of my ohana family there- and i missed that- i gave up- too much for that love- i wanted too much- and he didnt love me= because he didnt know love- it wasnt part of what he knew just how to do it-she didnt know how to do the whole relationship thing either-but she knew love
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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well i treid to e-mail him with the herbs that would heal him right up- but he has a woman now that looks like a fast food resturant - parked somewhere - were subways and hoagies are for sale- it is sad- i saw her and her daughter at a meeting- they were large- and i dunno- i felt sorry for her- a fat woman with pink dye in her hair and earrings in her face- i can tell u- she dont know nothing about healing- she is a crystal rainbow chick gone old- a woo woo girl that has lost the allure of the young girl inside- and he will not be of muchj hel0p to her libido= he is dying- i knew he was dying- he had a small window of oppurtunity and then- well he went in thru the out door and never could find his way back- now i cannot do anything for him- because- it is no longer within the realm of what i can do- he has to release it- even the picture i took of him- you can see the release of a very gray energy- like a ghost of things past wiped inside him- like film on glasses- aggressive he was= and he got rid of it- but now-
IT IS LATE- in the game
and the world has changed i have changed-
i wish you could have heard me when i spoke to u back then- but you had already made the choice- maybe when i tasted HER on you- was when the war began= maybe the war was all up inside me- but the WAR IS OVER
i will do what i am directed to do- which at this time is nothing- i can pray for ya- but -really- yoou have to seek and commit to a woman- not the other way around-
there is a new kid in town- he is trying to get me to like him- a few of my girlfriends suggested i give it a whirl- i just see another man whore- and i am not biting the bait-
IT IS LATE- in the game
and the world has changed i have changed-
i wish you could have heard me when i spoke to u back then- but you had already made the choice- maybe when i tasted HER on you- was when the war began= maybe the war was all up inside me- but the WAR IS OVER
i will do what i am directed to do- which at this time is nothing- i can pray for ya- but -really- yoou have to seek and commit to a woman- not the other way around-
there is a new kid in town- he is trying to get me to like him- a few of my girlfriends suggested i give it a whirl- i just see another man whore- and i am not biting the bait-
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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