vacation

 take the cruise

along the river chill

so icey bad its good,

swallow the party,

for a smooth wave,

for a good time,

calling like a way back

when falling kills vibes,

just dont fall anymore,

alls well for real.

chamber sub rosa

 nothing better then the start

Birthplace,

Getting to be the thing you

Are.

A focus based on your experience,

I dont think i could crash and burn

from how much i care,

i remember once imagining 

my most perfect world,

in it everyone agreed i was the best,

and if i wanted to i could nap

with respect; makes sense there

I

ISA day of rest.

earned.

remember the flutter of my heart,

my heat,

my long monologues,

my utter appreciation for

every single thing.

Upon entering

the chamber sub rosa,

All Secrets Revealed

unwind my history

 nobody cares about the box

i just moved,

uh ohs and no oh no's,

let me tell you about the hidden tension

all up inside me

tremoring at such high velocity

i appear buzzing,

follow follow me, trace with your pointer

i can pinpoint accurately where

im tight, susususosotight.

i feel it...

little little bites at night

some kind of total encapsulated

rigid states influenced by energy flows.

inside a matter form

unfolding,

with stories.

neighbor upstairs

 when does it feel like mine or yours

when do the tides turn , when do

why does all the passing mean

who watches, who knows,

last on the pause, hearing all clamor,

what is the answer, im listening

was there ever any choice,

the last known fragments

 

of everyones noises.

little note

 under the mountain laurel trees

i get warm by the morning

sun. no place long,

just the details of the places / spaces

wandering eyes.

foot feet on pavement, numbers, names, nascent natures,

thoughts about the future,

this time now.

remind me in 100 years,

the people from my time,

remind in eon,

my one true love,

remind me in the evening,

the little laugh next to my ear / smiling,

remind me in the morning,

that first warm hug,

under the sunlight i am reminded of our doings,

in the moonlight im reminded of our sleepings.

call me, ill come.

the songs of memory and time

 listenin to you

a middle cyclone

in Fall,

absolutely wrecks me,

in every best possible way.

the drum of memory

eternal full of feeling.

the idea of us everlasting

the moment all forever.

picture me and you

 off you go and there you went

someplace new foreign and fun

took everything going bad

to get good

but little moves quake morning

runs, along the embankment of your soul.

sometimes little cries at midnight

and leg hugs. how casual and hard

is life supposed to be? i think i like

feeling alive.

back you came after all that,

better

wow wow wow

actualized realized qualified drawn like

Masterfully, and every future song

about us.

take every drop of blood from my tongue,

dance wild crushin, keep loving

i can hear you snoring

god what we done.