somehow in fixing the fixed the broken became|
broken again.....and so strapping on my
jetpack I sailed to the skies of bi-ways,
highways, wrongways; took a wrong turn
look behind me there she was......all
dressed in blue.....with the grin of a
madman, and a laugh just the same....
softly strolling my way, (today is just
the right day), hand-held-extend wrap
around my waist off we go......
clouds puff ricochet off my unlit cigar,
and clutching around me my midnight star,
my dream stood ajar as I walked
in and shut the door, to the floor,
is the waterfall.....this is my distinction,
my resurrection, momentum, deliverance,
luminescence......my laser to a longer
longitude, my fear eraser.....a lasting
kiss goodnight from my midnight's summer dream
In failing to succeed, a rainbow shattered.|
A collection of color in black, white, and grey.
Memo to Self:
If feeling much older than I am,
Strip off thy derby,
be well advised to
feel free to join the flock.
In failing to succeed, once again.
So many opportunities, so few infinities.
Response to Self:
And you, as me,
feel free in wonder in
delight in passion to
In failing to succeed, ambrosic patterns.
A Scotch patterned mentality in a feeling to succeed.