You my dear.who sits in the chair and disappears for the time alloted.
What holds us appart but fear.
Of seeming foolish... is.that our stock and yolk ?.
What emminates is pure desire. I desire to stand with my soul extended naked In your fire and plumb the depths of your desire.
Feel you close ...disect your inner feares
Listen to you breaths crescendo...tell me all your deepest darkest in the still of an autum night.

MY MIND TO YOUR MIND.
YOUR ID REVEALED... pealed away as husk.
Your aroma and musky essence sweet and desirous. Eyes closed, mind open. Cant you see us now.
Send In the clowns.
Well maybe next year.

I was like....stuck. She took every thought from my head.
I was like....dam.

She was like....more than beautifull, like a sweet dream lingering after.I awoke.
I was like...done.

She was like no other woman I had ever been close to.
She was like...Tesla lights dancing across the room.
I was like.wow.

She was like reaching through.my thoughts and her words were like strange.music...like I never heard before.

I was like deer frozen in the glare could hear my heart pound.
I was like a boy all over again...like that.

She was like magic

She was like music

She was like ecstasy

She was like...... gone

life is easy.
It's the livin that's hard.

Breathing is easy.
The inhaling is hard.

Thinkin is easy.it's
The knowing that gets hard.

Walkin is easy.
It's the stepping that gets hard.

Drinkin is easy.it's
The quitting  that gets hard.

Leavin is easy.
Its the lovin that breaks hard.

We who see to plumb and ponder always turning pebble and stone,cutting to the quick pulling marrow from bone.Why ?
Arrested in time like children asking. The joy of disection. Us who seek.
We pose the querry never content. The puzzled inquisitor.
Poet ?
A frazzled strand on the helix. Pain emmersed ? Love unrequited.

We stand afar and scan the horizons.mark the twain at depths uncharted. WE who are blessed and cursed look deeper and longer at the Gorgon on certain pain.

Poet.seeker
Poet.mind painter.
Poet.mind sailor.
Poet.soul soother
Poet.revelator.
Poet.truth warrior.
Poet. My kin.
Poet.my sister
Poet. My brother.

She was a master of selective amnesia.
Would savor the sour sweet ambrosia of self delusion
Then wash it down with a mixture of bitter herbs and devices

The Straw man burned brightly in the dark of night and brought all those self drawn illusion to light. turning that way then this the roaring fire was self fulfilling.
That river in Egypt was flooding her banks now.
The Straw man's head sat slightly askew


With eyes shut tight against realities glare.
She lit the straw man as nightly bonfire and whistled her fantasies in with marshmallow treats then neatly sit cross legged.
Sang *** Ba-ya.  
The straw man crackled and cackled inside.

Fingers fit tightly in her ears to cast away and stifle her fears
a tried and true method that served her for years.
Rose colored goggles pressed tightly on
Wrongly or rightly.
The Straw man guffawed and snickered as he burned.

No fault behavior is a sweet smelling balm...
a smooth transistor for a much twisted twister..
Never looking back at the carnage wrought and  ensuing..
just whistled while she worked a progressive undoing...
Mr Straw-man burned brightly and shook his head slowly from left to right.
Knowing full well he was in for a long night.

Ultimately... we are released. The clock ticks forward till the body doth cease.

The womb is but a stop along the way.
Then this life.

Strife and toil above it all we strive and cry freedom to not be encumbered but days are numberd..we climb.
We soar in wild imaginings where we sprout wings and reach for things aloft.
The human craves freedom above all and finally will risk the.fall
And plummet.
Launch the spirit then grasp to summit.
Safety in numbers a comfort zone. Never my heart's desire. Sit close to surety and fire is light. But for me. Ultimately.
Freestylin me.
The stars await
Then.heaven's
GATE.