my body isn't moving.

i just got a great job

Meh heart is changed...
some i'm relocating my webspace.. to make room for a little more inspiration i hope.

 

 

hi.

ifn'syou read this
andz ewe care
mesa movin

my life has changed..
my hair has been cut.

if thou wishest
to know.

ask

i'll tell..
otherwise this site will remain
quiet
music aside.

if
we're friends
please
ask
i promise
funny.

 

i've been having strange dreams

like seeds of evil sprouting
i've been neglecting my muse

tonight
i cried
when i saw lucifer
proposing to an angel.

it's you
your careful nature
it is you
you're step by step eye
that swells these places in
other mens
hearts
allows them to flex into believing
even though
your words warn away..

no

it is them
their lack of heed
it is them
their cock sure king of the roost
it is them..
them.

i'm trying so hard
not to be them

you
gem

cold hard compressed
cooled

willing to indulge
but only so far
until
honesty

(the best policy)

must be freed.

i can be only me
though i can accept and
recalibrate

this action
this intent
this
tom sawyer white wash
of
pre
concieved
direction.

it's time
to

stop

PLaying

into

srsly
fo real
Fo Shu

But is the RemAKing a trend

FO I AM

the

Re
mA

King.

Time to choose
my
friend.

 

i'm overlaoding
but noy in a bad way

just soo many
things coming together
ad falling apart that it makes
it
feel like
a
transition

but to nothing i guess
cause i'll still be in
the
same
boat

plot lines
free flowing from my mind
water building pressure
behind the port holes
of my muses seals hatches

i think maybe she's cacooned herself
somewhere inside.

granny's back in the nursing home
i had lunch with three different women last week
two strangers and one ex wife

all were very fun
very pg
very much needed.

it's funny the little realizations you have
about people
when you brush against others
it's like a comparison game
with no point
or winners

see
i'm rambling

scattered

i'll try to focus the lens and come back to this.

till then
assume
im working
swimming
or
practicing out some tune

we wandered back towards the trolly stop
without a light

passed people standing still in the trail
flickering white leds

3 guys tripping
walking seperate and slow.

to the long line
that had formed
of strangers

strangers with lights..

long story short
i got to ask a ranger
about the fireflies
that my room mate and i walked through

would they be mating now too?
would they strobe the same way?

he told me yes.
so
i
now know
i know a place
in the forest
where i can go
to see this huge tourist attraction

without the tourists

hopefully without the led lights.

i stood in the room
that i stand in
most days of the week

delivering the same lines
to the same shifting faces

watching a beautiful day pass
slowly

waiting for the clock to run
for the money to be counted
for the mopping
for the glass

for the locking of the front doors.

Evening descending
i made my way to the
sugarlands visitor center
and onto a trolly headed to elkmont

Melissa was the only one who came
and we walked the nature trail
further than the tourists that were crowding me
to a place where the hillside's trees
were a picture to be made.

As the light of the sun fell behind the mountain
the fireflies emerged
one at a time and
flexed into their first hopeful blinks.

The darker it got
the more intense they became
until it was a wave of strobes sweeping from the top of the ridge
through the forest and onto the trail.

Amazingly romantic
with no romance beside me
forced me into love with the forest it's self.
_____