Endless dead ends to choose from. But only one road.
Round and round I go, like an arrow from an archer's bow.
So many things to think but not know
Sweet invitations to taste and see
that the lord is Good/...God almighty
I want to be sure.
Certainty aludes me.
Restless moons rise above my sleeping place
I pace the floor of the cage with my heart
pounding and stomping
Snarling and gnashing of teeth
I would rend my defenses limb from limb
Accept, I want them
like them, need them, love them even.
Slivers of JuJu inserted strategically
casue confusion, delusion, illusion
But I am sure. Of that.
Steps slow and deliberate but without wisdom
I race forward arms flung wide
into the abyss
There is no way to know
if i can fly
If your wings are enough for both of us
If prowling heart will not devour all
that is left
I am a conservationist at heart. In heart.
I would rather give away bodies.
Here I stay, in cage like finches
nails dug in like trenches
lines drawn in my mind like sand
while you reach for my hand.
So I rant, on and on
endless verse without consistent rhyme or reason
like time without season
the way my body betrayes me is like treason
your hands touch like salve
healing the urge to love what I can never have
Still i wait
Anticipating the eventual arrival of a pattern
to my ramblings
preparing for the inevitable silence of inner
Silencing my mind, like manic
Where is the innocence?
in the dissonance?
the off chord or chance that
choice is true
that life could be good.
And then came you......