Morning Thoughts...
well, it's morning again
and I feeling obcessive
compulsively, constantly running -
impulsive, progressive...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
being with You just makes me smile,
like getting an ice cream,
or making snow angels...
the simplistic beauty beheld in a child,
Spirit Kinshala, soul I can taste
moving as ants to their hill
or Bonds to home base
just an innate esp
that you feel when yr free
and you give that to me
so for this, I thank thee...
and I hate saying sorry
(but I kind of AM)
cause this all wasn't
supposed to be part of the plan,
we were just 'sposed to meet
have fun, and then part
as friends, as two people
that dance in the dark,
but I'm sorry to say
it didn't happen that way
cause You've drained my red heart
and then sewed it apart
with thread true of You
My sweet Kinshala Blue,
for now you must depart
leaving me alone with my art...
so I'll paint what I feel
and at night I shall kneel
and pray for a solution
(like getting my truck back)
so I can go to Napoli
and help find you a shack
where you can take of yr shoes
and yr hat
make music at ease
while petting yr cat
and smile at Me
internally
the way it could, would, and should be....
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