silent tale

twiddle twiddle the thumbs in the middle
my head falls to the east, looking back to the beginning
consistent bickering in the mind, not a breath helping
its begun and the stages progressing
step back more steps so the cycle is reversed
slowly ones main vessel burning in the center
between the soft mountains laced with milky curves
nothing has compelled these twigs of muscle to run so fast
the waves of red and blue and black
to see gold would help me go back
to find and save the beginning from the currents north force

steam filling behind the all seeing
nothing expressed, mannerisms are being repressed
the tongue is swollen so not to harm anthers protest
defeat creeps through signs, all path ways.
this dizzy nonstop track of questions become a longer list then needed
so needing a survival plan is trapping for two answers
laws of attraction attracted distraction
to be stuck in one spot. a happy moment
craving for moments not memories
those memories reflecting tracks and trials of our pasts
not needed to repeat.
who have we become if we no longer love
there it does go with the waves taking
thrashing and erasing the beginnings of birds versus bees
lovely findings
happy smiling and a blissful look

" ...have you ever seen the reflection of the woman you like, its like that reflection..."
got lost in the visualizations
of realizations for a destination unto the veins piercing the heart.
quiet thoughts to maintain a gentle home
but the gentleness is now unknown
lost beyond the sky's large dome
empty holdings and interlocking to impress the eyes of those who watch
what have we become.
empty emptiness fill this void and release, decease this ache
the simplest answer please hear with a kind mind.
where have you gone if not in your head... find your heart once more
this is where I gift you with mine for the last ...

fix thee- we-us.
xxxo