I wake up
roll over
grab the book
pen like bulldozer
where I have been
no complaints
but this morning pages stuff
requires fresh paint
Every morning
like clockwork
I speak with my guides
in dream haze smirk
I am committed
loyal to the cause
unraveling blockage
wounds covered with gauze
saying things
so eloquently
verbally speechless
right before me
seeing the storm
right in front of my eyes
today I am going on a date
but not with strange guys
An artist's date
with the "other" me
The "me" that's not jaded; cynical
just free
A new experience, around the corner
change to start again
run for the border
something inside I've got to let out
a harrowing win
that's what it's about
SO forgive me
if I seem so elusive
it's just that the Scorpio
is being intrusive
introspective
discreetly
all for the better
when I can give to you
completely
without fetter
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