Idea Poem by Bragg Adocio

Well here's an idea; me and you, you and me, near the sea on a mid-summer night, dreaming of how it was, how it used to be. Then looking at the now, which would be then, and then busting out in laughter. I mean, the sand is tickling our toes and the moon comes at us from above, so we're trapped between the two while chuckling at our memories of the past, which is, presently, no more than that of a web. I mean, we're tied down to the present like a christmas bow, unable to move forward like a broken gift. I mean, it's like we're stuck between two halves of ourselves. A couple of real wise guys with the bright idea to beat the loving daylights out of us. But we can't blame them, for it is only instinctive that they try to defend the weaker parts of themselves, which is ourselves. and our shelves are meant to keep us out of reach of our hearts so we dnt damage the poor things. But here's an idea; let's find a ladder that can reach the moon and dance upon the surface of our happiness, and dnt invite the others, the fearful, the angry, the doubtful, the haters, the lustful, the hurting, the lonely, the retarding urges that keep hiding our saturns rings in locked jewelry boxes in the dark. But locks have holes, and, unlike black holes, these holes serve as holes in walls that seperate our hearts from the parts of us that are fueled by a natural renewable resource like feelings, from the parts of us that really need it. Here's an idea; let us give us a chance. let us ride a rickity rocket to planet X in the far reaches of the caritas galaxy, reaching out for eachothers hands while grasping at the stars at the edge of our numbed out finger tips. Here's an idea; Let Your Freedom Escape through the pores of your LYFE, like tears through your eyes! But tears of joy! Tears of excitement! Tears of nourishing raindrops that fall on the surface of my skalp and beg me to make eye contact with the sun, but not with my physical eyes, but the eyes of my heart. Only so I can comfort you, and we can be Happy together. Like birds of a feather, hey, here's an idea; let's fly together. And in our flight, instead of fight over who did what to who when, lets fight over who loves each other more, who's thinking about the other at every exact moment or, here's an idea; let's just not fight. Let's just float on the empty space between our hearts and come up with good ideas about how to show how we really feel, Because, in all honesty, There's nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.