Run, Rabbit, Run

4-14-2011 [spoken word, just get the flow going and then you can have a good time reading it. REMEMBER it is all about the flow......]

Spoken Word; Run, Rabbit, Run
I am not sure if anyone can love themselves yet stay totally free,
Somehow within a piece of me I have this inner peace that makes me wonder if even ourselves can be the one to love our own self unconditionally.

Can this truly be??

Perhaps within another dimension or......FREEZE!!

Brain that is, as too many out there are thinking and over thinking this,
Can't you tell as this is the living hell we put ourselves through each and every day my dear "MAY", yes, you who has sewn the body parts of different people together to make that one "perfect" person and then realize there is no such things as you lay with him.....oh true sin of wanting them.

There is no such thing as the one who can not be or the one who shall be with us forever as "perfection" drives us apart in every direction my dear,
So take that iron of which we have too many in the fire and make sure that it brands us for this life time a constant reminder of a well chosen path as we are seared.

Base the prior on top of the pyre.....oh dear, did I just give you a slight case of fear?? Perhaps I did not say this correctly to you as I am after all the one who speaks true for the scare that was put deep into those veins with a needle called shame.....

Back off little one as you are truly the son or perhaps just the SUN that is not the revolved around one,
After all which is something that could make a bad judgment call which would send us all in the hall which is the waiting room for the first level of hell, then we can move ever so slowly to the ninth level as you please, don't fight it because I know how to appease you as you wait for your judgment day to come.....OH HOW FUN,

So now the revolved around sun is not so much a pun as it is a symbol of the way you must run

So run, rabbit, run.

Copyright 4-14-2011 Stacy Perry

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Can't you tell as this is the living hell we put ourselves through each and every day my dear "MAY", yes, you who has sewn the body parts of different people together to make that one "perfect" person and then realize there is no such things as you lay with him.....oh true sin of wanting them."
The desire of perfection or something close. Good luck on that one. Old age had taught me. Got to take the good with the bad. I like this poem. We could have a discussion on this one too. Life is hard enough. I hope for some happiness before I forget who I'm. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[StacyPerry]

I'm hoping that there are people that have watched the movie "MAY"......GOOD movie.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

for some reason I expected a rendition form some cartoon, instead I got a pleasant dialogging of inebriated bliss, well done.