I see all the kids that take pictures of themselves, I would much rather have some so enthralled by my beauty and vivaciousness -- that they want to take my picture.
There is no such thing as dancing alone for me; when I dance, I dance with the energy of the universe revealed to me through music.
Eventually -- with the physical, everything moves south, my job as I get older is is to defy gravity.
Everyone of us has the one the got away, and to someone --- each one of us it that someone-- we hold a heart in our hand whether we like it or not.
When a spider goes out to build a web, it knows no limits---Ive seen webs with the strength to span the Chicago winds 60 stories up and Ive seen them stretch 8 feet wide outside my rooftop to my kitchen door. They just don't know that is too much work! And do you think a spider knows how beautiful and sinister their creation is -- all at once?
I only write poetry when I feel sensual, and I seem to feel more sensual in the fall. (personal observation)
Fog doesn't bother me like it does some people, I just remind my self my head is usually in the clouds anyway--- and that isn't a bad thing.
PEACE EVERYONE -- And may you be blessed with the very thing you need -- but don't know you need -- so that the blessing is all that and more!
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Isn't radom that gas they test your house for?
I know, I know, spelling doesn't count. :)
There is something about the fall... if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
It isn`t fall yet but here goes.
It was on the bridge at midnight,
Her heart was all a quiver,
She gave a cough,
Her leg fell off,
And floated down the river.
How was that :o))
yes diesel it is -- an the toxic air I breath just screw up my typing or my spelling --- Im never sure-- good to see you!
-wink- jp -- oh wait, I know, ITS NOT WINTER!
Rob, that was inspired! Thank you for sharing.
:o))
Yep its "Radon" for more info try here:- http://www.hc-sc.gc.ca/hl-vs/iyh-vsv/environ/radon-eng.php
Regards
Rob
The change in seasons always makes me feel "sensual," as well. And my poetry always ends up sounding suicidal or at least extremely depressed. Go figure. :)
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