Oct 2017
There are spaces, where I’m restricted
places I’d like to visit with my heart but the people around me and I keep hitting the brakes before we break away from the addicted us.
I am stuck in the land called lack of living, I chain myself to this comfortable dead community with an endless loop of cheap thrills and stories to fill our time and bellies.
The occasional break I get is easy come easy go till tomorrow.
There is an Excalibur man I met though, compassion is his true name.
His kind old eyes see things in me I only remember in a dream child flame.
words introduce themselves out of his mouth that cause stirrings
A fire tongue that pulls me to burning up these endless loops, incandescent as a moth by candlelight with his eternally piercing true talk.
Inside there is an answer that grabs hold to satisfy, spreading faster than the wine that keeps me warm at night.
He tells of Life so worth living that endless stories become empty and boring while the cheap thrills are driven out of town by identity, the authentic me waking up!
Forgotten Cogs covered in dust and grime break free and start moving, slowly...
Easy come easy go becomes a numb and fast fading past replaced at last with his good news that good happens!
From floating, taking, breaking and stealing I drop anchor to fish for you and fish for me, finally teaching fishing lessons that create a joy for sweating in the sun and sore muscles.
With a clear laid path, my heart is free to fly in spaces with borders that went from great walls to steps up and over into intimacy with your heart once more.
places I’d like to visit with my heart but the people around me and I keep hitting the brakes before we break away from the addicted us.
I am stuck in the land called lack of living, I chain myself to this comfortable dead community with an endless loop of cheap thrills and stories to fill our time and bellies.
The occasional break I get is easy come easy go till tomorrow.
There is an Excalibur man I met though, compassion is his true name.
His kind old eyes see things in me I only remember in a dream child flame.
words introduce themselves out of his mouth that cause stirrings
A fire tongue that pulls me to burning up these endless loops, incandescent as a moth by candlelight with his eternally piercing true talk.
Inside there is an answer that grabs hold to satisfy, spreading faster than the wine that keeps me warm at night.
He tells of Life so worth living that endless stories become empty and boring while the cheap thrills are driven out of town by identity, the authentic me waking up!
Forgotten Cogs covered in dust and grime break free and start moving, slowly...
Easy come easy go becomes a numb and fast fading past replaced at last with his good news that good happens!
From floating, taking, breaking and stealing I drop anchor to fish for you and fish for me, finally teaching fishing lessons that create a joy for sweating in the sun and sore muscles.
With a clear laid path, my heart is free to fly in spaces with borders that went from great walls to steps up and over into intimacy with your heart once more.
