With every tear drop,
Bond with one starts to perish,
With every tear drop,
Bond with other starts to cherish !!

musing on pondering,

cogitating on ruminating,

postulating on speculating,

considering multiple theories,

deeming the discrepancies deniable

positing the petty presumptions,

theorizing multiple condsiderations,

apraising the mediations,

digesting the deliberations,

allowing for freefall meditation,

envisioning the expectations,

presuming the pontifications,

anticipating the asumptions,

comprehending the conclusion,

accrediting the rationalizations,

concluding the comprehesion,

spinning synaptic wheels,

hypothesizing the conjecture,

recollecting of the reminiscence,

adumbrating the prognostigcation,

concocting of the subliminate,

masticating on the cereberal machinations,

of the ocillations, in the agitatation,
apparent,
in an insomniac's maniacal brain,

reckoning not,
on the simple summation,
of the night's wayward,
mental arbitratration,


there is... just too much time,
to think....

and far too little time to write....

It screams and it screams
"Wait and Remember"
But never escapes my lips.
And so it screams louder and louder
Desperate to be heard
Until it leaves me
With fingers curled around my ears,
Desperate to drown out.
Too late.
She is already deaf.

This is were I sit
on a bench so far away.
Looking towards the horizon
waiting day by day.

It's really peaceful
for what I can say.
This has you look at things
in a completely new way.

To be alone with your thoughts,
isn't so bad.
It gives you time to think
about what you really have.

I could give examples
but, where's the fun in that?
how about instead you pop a squat
and give you're mind a little chat.

There's plenty of room
so don't worry about that
i'll see you soon
I'm coming right back.

This is were I sat
on a bench so far away.
Looking towards the horizon
waiting day by day.

so we bend like bridges
this is my mark, a new
beginning.
a hostile flash
leaves me livid.
looking towards the light,
like freight trains and
the feeling in between
heartbeats.
arches stretch miles
yet and I am stopped
in the center.
spinning around and around,
closer to the edge
and I watch the water
as it flushes beneath.
over and out,
above the rocks
and boulders - waves.
eyes stolen from
my action, fixated on
the physics of flow.
how to float.
and there I was,
feeling a gentle mist,
somewhere in between waterfalls.
trapped by the drapery of
a water force shield,
one wrong move and
it  would push me deep below
a cave.