I want to be out of doors breathing deep
from blue skies.
I want to roll in the dew-soaked spring grass
like horses do.
And puppies.
I want to grab the wind with tremulous hands
and never let go.
I want to step across mountain tops
and wade in the deepest seas.
I want to sing siren songs and play bathtub games
with little toy ships
that come toddling by.
I want to reach for the heavens
all the while holding to the dear earth.
I want to live histories and learn the knowledge
of all ages.
I want to be. . .
I want to be! I want to be wise, or wiser. I'd like to know where that truth lay, or where destiny hides out. I'd like to feel accompanied even when my company knows my attention is waning. Most of all I'd like my integrity back. I'd like that smile that is offered from the core to never fade away, to never feel ashamed.
I have nowhere to turn, so I am back to these words of mine that have caused so much trouble throughout my time. Someone said to me recently, in anonymous text, " You're a do good'er mother f****r with a penchant that has thwarted my every attempt at Evil, so far...' Well, that makes me quite happy...for evil ought to be thwarted. I didn't even recognize evil before I began to write. In fact I knew very little about lot's of things. These words of yours that you have so kindly given to us reminds me once again of the beauty that is upon me, but which I feel belongs to some time else. I want to be there of course, but I seem to be viewing it all from a safe distance, avoiding the intensity of lust brought on by the thoughts of sitting under a willow tree with a woman I haven't met yet, learning more than I ever new possible. This poem inspires me to care to know people, not just the world. It keeps me from hiding away in fear. All I hope for now over anything else is to find that willow tree.
I want to be! I want to be wise, or wiser. I'd like to know where that truth lay, or where destiny hides out. I'd like to feel accompanied even when my company knows my attention is waning. Most of all I'd like my integrity back. I'd like that smile that is offered from the core to never fade away, to never feel ashamed.
I have nowhere to turn, so I am back to these words of mine that have caused so much trouble throughout my time. Someone said to me recently, in anonymous text, " You're a do good'er mother f****r with a penchant that has thwarted my every attempt at Evil, so far...' Well, that makes me quite happy...for evil ought to be thwarted. I didn't even recognize evil before I began to write. In fact I knew very little about lot's of things. These words of yours that you have so kindly given to us reminds me once again of the beauty that is upon me, but which I feel belongs to some time else. I want to be there of course, but I seem to be viewing it all from a safe distance, avoiding the intensity of lust brought on by the thoughts of sitting under a willow tree with a woman I haven't met yet, learning more than I ever new possible. This poem inspires me to care to know people, not just the world. It keeps me from hiding away in fear. All I hope for now over anything else is to find that willow tree.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..