I look of your face a face full of query I say to my heart I feel not the least bit leary.
I read of your words (the numbers are telling!) they ring in my ears of your passions oft-swelling.
Not believed at first reading, so again but aloud; Is he too not afraid of being 'alone in a crowd? '
He speaks of conviction of knowledge of frauds. Be your self of your self by your self be proud!
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Death is my kitty
She purrs from beyond
I still hear her, is it only in my mind?
I loved you as best I could, forgive me my trespasses
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A chance encounter made possible on a whim of a decision in the midst of a House filled with holiday revelers.
Laissez Faire about the evening I. Walk into my house without note,
Unassuming, cordial & polite, you. In introduction, I was told of your admiration and pressed to walk you through the space I inhabit.
As we walked and talked all else slowly faded to the back. Unassuming turned to opinionated but not overt. Cordial turned to soulful sincerity and polite became the deepest heartfelt care I have ever witnessed.
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I sit reflective in shorts and a t-shirt, wondering
In jest I muse out-loud why is there death?
The only other in the room looks up at my voice as it fades into the air.
Cross-legged and pensive he gazes looking for reassurance I wasn’t addressing him.
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When a pact is made with Providence for the bond of an innocent
Your soul must know the fullness of the charge
To question a responsible on the attraction of such bonds the words that jump immediately to mind
Love unencumbered
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A silly little word
Of such power and influence
To go on with descriptors would not be an issue
But that is a poem from the future
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What a time I am having! I wish you were here! Well, not really… I mean yes, it would be nice to have the companionship, but only when I could stand it.
Otherwise, I think it would just stand to make me even more self-concious.
I have a desire to be buried in the ground under dirt, like a vampire (I am not unlike the undead.)
I think it would be sweet solitude. No ringing, no sirens, no talking, no asking. I think it would give me time to process the experiences I have had.
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An honor I’ve never know was recently given.
I am most flattered and much humbled.
A gift I never aspired too,
Nor thought I would er be presented
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Silently he moves towards me, beckoned by a wave.
Resolute in body and spirit, spirited as a wild mustang.
His eyes flash at challenge a joy seldom seen.
Entrance gained by credential ask as key.
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