my dreams and aspirations cannot be confined to this textbook for it can’t teach me how to walk the cobblestoned streets of stockholm, surf the waters of bondi beach, ride the canals of amsterdam, nor hike the city of cinque terre.
but here i am, not knowing what the future holds in store for me, just waiting for the time to come of which i can experience the joy that is to travel.
As i walk through the streets I see a plethora Of unsavory women Savoring the stares of Serpent like savages in their Silk ties and suede shoes. As i stare in silence I sit in solitude And slowly think On why these sultry seducers Sully their bodies to satisfy the snakes.
I walk through the city Alone, free. In a bigger cage Than i once thought. The women have their eyes on me I feel them, and they feel me But what they feel is not love Or care Or passion Its meekness I am not a man to them Just a mere morsel A wealthy fruit for the picking.
The women do not interest me Nor do i despise them. But the thick fog Of cigatette smoke Painting the air With silhouettes Of the courtesans of a bigone era And the ghosts of those who By choice Consorted with them Instead of their loved ones Haunt over me Like a puppeteer Trying desperately to regain control Over Pinocchio.
I do not despise this place I just wish i could convince Roxanne To turn off that red light.
With you in my life I feel I am within the confines of a yurt made of love The storm of life may surround The Trees outside may tremble The earth under our feet may shake And the sky may darken with dread ... I know I am safe Together all is abated I.am.safe For you are my bringer of gentler tides My golden ray of sunshine as nights grow long and days darken We dance in shallow water where dolphins sing tunes of eternal music Where melodies are made of synchronicities Time and space hold no meaning as intertwining double helix’s attached in the center of discovery we wander in the moonlight breathing presence into each and every moment Your confidence the key to unlocking the chamber in which my doubts are held For how can something so amazing happen so quickly? Future planning creating damaging projections Taking us away from the bliss that is -This- Simply Us ...