**** I miss this place!
the words revolve around in my head unable to get out.
cloisters of verses cling begging for a home under a title
and all I can do is shush them into an untimely death in a grave unmarked they dissapear.
my head aches for my heart ,my heart aches for my soul, my soul aches for you.
a quiet discomfort lays its shadow over me
and I many times silenced by my avid and monotonous duty and honour bound work ethic
there are too many good deeds to unravel the twisted life ive lived.
there are too many costs to add up the total devastation
a stagnant pool of I dont give afucks everywhere I turn,
but not here. here there is always a bite of soul
a latching of comeraderie
and of physical expectations muted.
here is only the minds and hearts service
here is the solice of cool breezes on suffocatingly hot and dry days
a sunny patch on a drenched waterlogged flashing thunderous landscape
but I cant come when I want most.
and such is poetry among friends and by its nature
such pourings of colourful and transparent globual beauty reflecting a mirriad of soul thoughts and heart empassionings
we are all somewhat rendered offended when our offerings are not burnt in offerings of appreciation
to flutter like white ashes to the sky and land delicately on some haphazzard surface till oblivion.
but it is the nature of life that not all can be taken or absorbed or experienced there will be things missed if not superficially then on the deeper levels.
and so I miss this place when I can not come.
when my hands are tied to other pixels and other machanical combombulationary works.
I am simply a slave of my own doing.
captured by what i brought to life
ever distracted by globules of refracted light and codes of beings whom I find such incredible joy
that I can never repay or inspire as much!
hugss SS
I miss the **** out of you all xo
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
**** I miss this place!
the words revolve around in my head unable to get out.
cloisters of verses cling begging for a home under a title
and all I can do is shush them into an untimely death in a grave unmarked they dissapear.
my head aches for my heart ,my heart aches for my soul, my soul aches for you.
a quiet discomfort lays its shadow over me
and I many times silenced by my avid and monotonous duty and honour bound work ethic
there are too many good deeds to unravel the twisted life ive lived.
there are too many costs to add up the total devastation
a stagnant pool of I dont give afucks everywhere I turn,
but not here. here there is always a bite of soul
a latching of comeraderie
and of physical expectations muted.
here is only the minds and hearts service
here is the solice of cool breezes on suffocatingly hot and dry days
a sunny patch on a drenched waterlogged flashing thunderous landscape
but I cant come when I want most.
and such is poetry among friends and by its nature
such pourings of colourful and transparent globual beauty reflecting a mirriad of soul thoughts and heart empassionings
we are all somewhat rendered offended when our offerings are not burnt in offerings of appreciation
to flutter like white ashes to the sky and land delicately on some haphazzard surface till oblivion.
but it is the nature of life that not all can be taken or absorbed or experienced there will be things missed if not superficially then on the deeper levels.
and so I miss this place when I can not come.
when my hands are tied to other pixels and other machanical combombulationary works.
I am simply a slave of my own doing.
captured by what i brought to life
ever distracted by globules of refracted light and codes of beings whom I find such incredible joy
that I can never repay or inspire as much!
hugss SS
I miss the **** out of you all xo
for my PP HP and friends
