Self Expression of Emotion (New Rules, Please read)

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

The Horny Horns played funkadelic as the sound of
trombone, sax and trumpet rent the air
There within the music, minds travelled
to where beats of soul echoed through the psyche

Always in the groove giv…

darkness sits in hot idleness
across my half sleeping form,
in unseasonal warmth,
the night noises enter
each open window.

you had to leave,
and in these days inbetween,
my second brain
does not see or hear…

Shy and curious at first. But as
Time passed the full
Gamut was experienced. And though
Reflection understood it was
Sorrow who held the
Moment… of time
Thwarted in the
Land of
Neglect…

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

My poor little broken heart
Has been abused and tortured
Many times over
But anytime it sees even a glimmer
Of a chance
For happiness
It leaps
It bounds
It wishes
It hopes
Because maybe this time
It could be th…

For a moment
We were together
Building a life
Happily
But it was all in my head
Just a day dream
A small hope
An easy picture to see
Because it’s so easy
When we’re together
But I never told you
My dreams
My sma…

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…

your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms

now that i am sixty five
time to retire whatever
that may mean…?
good to withdraw from
waged oppression
have time, find space
to set the good ship
of my soul sailing
on thought, on …

Are you finished tugging on my heart strings?