Post by moseley on Jan 29, 2014 5:09:45 GMT -6
It is undeniably obligatory that I need to be understood
not that anyone has to get me,
but rather I get some point across, or I can accept
the crosswired translation of what you might want to hear
not that I have been there before
or anywhere you have been,
I will take that trip
Would you join this journey
Play some part in a unison soliloquy
and impart to the sun a greivance of blister
Or, at least that of age, by some means of gravity
or gravitas of breathing...transpiration perhaps
when we run too fast and succumb to heat
Is this too cumbersome?
Has thinking become inconvenient,
when it has no mark to meet and measure
as deep as a pocket can hold a dollar
and nothing more?
To what end then, this reasoning, if not for possession
did we argue, ever...to make it mine?
I will just drink the wine and not worry who owns the cellar
if it was yours, I would only pass the cork...
no one owns my breath, I give it back
but this sniff is all mine, or at least how I feel
Do you feel like I do?
The times I have been in your dreams,
I don't believe that I have ever been
though I know, I would like to do that again...
I will ride that Camel into the oasis,
and at midnight, there's traces of romance in my head.
So I tell you clearly, in words we can all easily understand
the enigma of my blurring is only some fretted end
should we play it in the middle, it keeps the tune all the same.
As for the complextities and vulgarities of life,
it is such tricky game, played as if permanent
this sharpie marker in my hand....
writing on the wall, so steady
in words we can all comprehend...
Yet I say so little, and often in the abundance of a sea of words
little is left floating....
the rest must have been the seagull's
and he is nowhere to explain...
as for all the people wanting to own life somehow,
how did they ever live?
I am not sure that is my story, I will not stick to it,
unlace my shoe, let me sit back
and we can count the o's in our names
and hope we come up with nine,
the spirit dance was unfolding,
pousse, pousse.
not that anyone has to get me,
but rather I get some point across, or I can accept
the crosswired translation of what you might want to hear
not that I have been there before
or anywhere you have been,
I will take that trip
Would you join this journey
Play some part in a unison soliloquy
and impart to the sun a greivance of blister
Or, at least that of age, by some means of gravity
or gravitas of breathing...transpiration perhaps
when we run too fast and succumb to heat
Is this too cumbersome?
Has thinking become inconvenient,
when it has no mark to meet and measure
as deep as a pocket can hold a dollar
and nothing more?
To what end then, this reasoning, if not for possession
did we argue, ever...to make it mine?
I will just drink the wine and not worry who owns the cellar
if it was yours, I would only pass the cork...
no one owns my breath, I give it back
but this sniff is all mine, or at least how I feel
Do you feel like I do?
The times I have been in your dreams,
I don't believe that I have ever been
though I know, I would like to do that again...
I will ride that Camel into the oasis,
and at midnight, there's traces of romance in my head.
So I tell you clearly, in words we can all easily understand
the enigma of my blurring is only some fretted end
should we play it in the middle, it keeps the tune all the same.
As for the complextities and vulgarities of life,
it is such tricky game, played as if permanent
this sharpie marker in my hand....
writing on the wall, so steady
in words we can all comprehend...
Yet I say so little, and often in the abundance of a sea of words
little is left floating....
the rest must have been the seagull's
and he is nowhere to explain...
as for all the people wanting to own life somehow,
how did they ever live?
I am not sure that is my story, I will not stick to it,
unlace my shoe, let me sit back
and we can count the o's in our names
and hope we come up with nine,
the spirit dance was unfolding,
pousse, pousse.
It might be that I don't want to spoil it by adding to something that so perfectly expresses you!!! 
