Somehow she manages to be present in all the rooms at once, and even talks to me through the ceiling fan.
Giving it some thought, I believe all arrows point to my fairest of ladies. That is why the electric bill has been climbing rather high lately.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The Arrow Within, Points to Her and from Her
In a deep-thought trance of Her
It became apparent that She and I are possibly of the same mold
Perhaps just two different forms of the same, in thought, perception, organization
The secrets She keeps stashed, I too keep, in fun and in fear
If exposed, hot stress boils into a need for control and centering
By cutting off clean the cause of it all
Though we've come so far to be here
It makes no difference to me at this second
My rejection of You is now - the arrow calls
Surely You remember how it felt to reject me
You saw no other way out
Life heaped up on You, and You looked for the arrow
You found it ---hacked---->
and I fell deep into tears
And now the arrow calls me
It reveals the truth of Her and I, of our nature
That being, emotion before efficiency, is wrong
And in a second, one would spit the other out
But now inside I am calmed and understood by her, Her, and HER
She and I were rare, and are to this day
The chances of our first meeting, extrodinary
This is right
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
a picture of Her
Just when you thought you understood yourself and your life.
You turn around to see a picture of a decade past.
And you change - your life changes.
And you hope the change never ends.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
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