How strange life can be sometimes you blinded by what changes you see an ever-changing world to where we live Sadly I don't see all changes as being good there Is a lot of bad In this world but dig deep and there Is well hidden beneath the surface Really kind people always ready to help advise just be there In times if needed It seems once people gain power that's when they change It to there the greed for riches creeps In and corrupts I suppose that's just way It Is and always will be I just think It's so sad ordinary people they are the ones who suffer every time
So much bad In this world but If you dig deep below the surface there's a lot of good people who will help be there for the needy
Those who take a second look At the inner workings of my mind Are shocked at the depth of the galaxies The thoughts drifting through mental space confined Positive and negative words alike Twinkle like stars in a cold abyss Vivid memories of laughter and fun Images of people I miss On the surface I may seem dim But if you take the time to explore The universe inside my brain You'll see inside I burn too bright to ignore
Speak When you speak I see cascades of life. Life and light tend to look the same. Your light is turquoise and the color of jade sitting just beneath the surface of choppy water. When you speak I feel heat. You have yet to burn me. You are the steady warmth of new born embers of a fire yet to blaze. When you speak I smell salt water. Even with a sting, you’re the most refreshing thing. The ocean is not as paradoxical as your passionately calm surface. When you speak I taste loneliness. Bitter sweet like underripe tangerines. I cannot know this beautiful mind of yours without encountering cold, rusty, metal walls When you speak I hear midnight. You know how to play the silences. I hold my breath waiting for the next sentence you’re carefully, mysteriously orchestrating. Whisper or shout speak to me againHole in my heart Speak Karijinbba Beloved!
Never had a problem speaking was friendly yet cautious--bit shy when meeting people who seemed to have me under a microscope as an adult yet still enjoyed listening to them speak my true love was my best teacher in the above but he never hung around long enough to break the ice nor he just poped the question I was to beg cry sing for him ask him to marry me but I was a hybrid ET Cindi couldn't order the mice to help me out much less ask a king to be mine i observed body language what they say and not say i deciphered the in betweens the thing NOT revealed All gets recorded in our memory bank. As a child I was silenced in a nunnery five years not allowed to speak but only with Yes or No by an evil nun as a hate crime.a form of turture The subconscious sees hears feels tastes eats drinks it all-it's our photografic memory recorder for everything good and. bad! We get to experience, right? the tangible and intangible things we are that thing which God created in his image I did learn to Speak read even other languages in time i overcame that grip of evil, uderdtanding the beauty and ugliness in SIlence!. By the way Karijin my poetic nick name is a lovely hole in Australia it looks like a woomb giving birth to blue waters a honeymoon trip I missed along with my beloved groom Pc/rk. ~All tights received.~