My stupidity

Round 2....

Wild is the Wind

A comfortable weekend, like nothing changed. I seek nothing as you seek my nothingness. A shadowed memory never erased, simply adieu. No darken cloud, but a gentle breeze leaving the scene. Uncanny connections, longing springs derelict emotions. No amends, just a bend.

I stand bored swallowing clouds, as i watch your wind dancing around figments of lustful ventures. Patiently waiting, unperturbed i seek new ground, testing new waters & watching sharks. Essence of overcoming, completion to my journey and stage. A new breath takes hold, my soul breathes - providence.

I walk away, calm - collected. But i stop dead in my tracks, my sprint to my oblivion halted, by a tug. A cool breeze slips by, quizzical. My adoration for the profound astonishment admonished. The wind plays with me.

Growing in strength she sweeps me forth & shows me - Sky. For it is not above me, but between us. The wind kisses my cheek, embracing & engulfing softly. As it fades into me.

Wild is the Wind
Love Begins

Sleep

Free form...

Garbled incision,she penetrates all and fades into me.

As I watch her sleep, i wonder....
If i'll sleep just as easy and soundly, in my antiquity.

Release me my dreams.
Hone a new sandman and blow stardust.


A love.
My whisper.
Goodnight.

A Symphony Loves

Our love was a Symphony of pure nature;
I thought would never end.

Silence ensues on its stage....

My Wednesday Weakness

A bright sunny Wednesday,

My heart bleeds.....
I miss her....

A other day, at the office, another day i long...
A fission of my own needs and
my heart tugs...

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"Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard"
oh take me back to the start.

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

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A shudder
A Sigh
I bleed, on a high

Two faced
and Lonely
I hide

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Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away
But its too late

Over you
Im never over
Over you
Something about you
Its just the way you move
The way you move me

Im so good at forgetting
And I quit ever game I play
But forgive me, love
I cant turn and walk away

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I walk with your shadow
Im sleeping in my bed
With your silhouette

Should have smiled in that picture
If its the last that Ill see of you
Its the least that you
Could not do

Leave the light on
Ill never give up on you
Leave the light on
For me too

Back to me
I know that it comes
Back to me
Doesnt it scare you
Your will is not as strong
As it used to be
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......

A Moment Please.

An Attempt:

So i have nothing, absolutely nothing left to contemplate, to resolve and to fear.
I have Nothing... (whatever that means)

An introduction:

A miserable feeling one gets, when one feels one is not enough.
I understand my mis-conception of a "need". It fucked it up.
I Need! = I'm Fucked up!

Like an effigy, sucked into a vortex mounting an encapsulation of my imagination.
I don't understand what is happening, I don't understand the point of it all.
My pounding mass of what doctors call, "my heart" is feeling heavy. Heavy to the point of my survival "meme" is fluctuating between numbness or fury.

What Went Wrong?
The self loathing 3 "W's"

I'm avoiding my worth or is it my worthlessness; as i feel nothingness emotionally, but with a heavy-"cardiacus". Bewildered and astonished at my predicament.
Superfluous, Enchanted and Naive.

The Conclusion:

She might actually leave me.....

Realization:

I might be back to where i started. To focus on the "Now" where my true power is. A habit which I am coerced back by GOD/Universe to my center, my essence.
I become = no need to Need.
I am = Creation not reaction.

Funny how a little writing helps, i am clear now.
I am to just Be, to just create.

Que Sara Sara, what ever will be will be, the future's not ours to see.

Next course of Action:

To breathe.

Dennet
The Spiral Inquirer.
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