I would like to be said thatI have been a man of little words, but considering that this is my blog I won't hold to that...for now.
Would you go on a journey with me? It is a musical journey with benefits. I am not one to reveal my heart but I am definitely one to reveal my thoughts. The heart is a fragile thing and in the place of true feelings, let me replace them with truth. The truth, what is it? Is it a rose that has come to full bloom or is it a flower that has many years to bud? But once it has budded it takes up all your oxygen, and leaves you no more room to breathe. I will take out my proverbial scissors and cut that stem, that has a double root and replant it is the shallow ground, (are you ready for this?) self indulgent.
Too early you say, the sun didn't come up this morning and the sky is dark black and the wind to wind is crying. Too late you say? The moon has dropped out of the sky and has fallen on planet earth and all that is left is earth wind and fire. I want to fly where the Eskimos live, and build a mountain of houses where I can run from the only person I have ever loved, myself! I was up early this morning with the birds and a thought crossed my mind. Where do you go when you die? I don't mean heaven, but where do the elephants go when they have run out of breath and all is well with their children?
If I was a mother I would feed my son with gold dust and fairy stars. I would take him to the park and let him run free, until he ran into Wisdom. When he found her, I would clap my hand and say "way to go son!" as she followed him home from school. I would train my boy nice and good, and when he was a man I would ask him if he could show me his wisdom. But he would reply, She ran off with a good an and I haven't seen her since, and I would reply "Do you think we might find her?"
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Would you go on a journey with me? It is a musical journey with benefits. I am not one to reveal my heart but I am definitely one to reveal my thoughts. The heart is a fragile thing and in the place of true feelings, let me replace them with truth. The truth, what is it? Is it a rose that has come to full bloom or is it a flower that has many years to bud? But once it has budded it takes up all your oxygen, and leaves you no more room to breathe. I will take out my proverbial scissors and cut that stem, that has a double root and replant it is the shallow ground, (are you ready for this?) self indulgent.
Too early you say, the sun didn't come up this morning and the sky is dark black and the wind to wind is crying. Too late you say? The moon has dropped out of the sky and has fallen on planet earth and all that is left is earth wind and fire. I want to fly where the Eskimos live, and build a mountain of houses where I can run from the only person I have ever loved, myself! I was up early this morning with the birds and a thought crossed my mind. Where do you go when you die? I don't mean heaven, but where do the elephants go when they have run out of breath and all is well with their children?
If I was a mother I would feed my son with gold dust and fairy stars. I would take him to the park and let him run free, until he ran into Wisdom. When he found her, I would clap my hand and say "way to go son!" as she followed him home from school. I would train my boy nice and good, and when he was a man I would ask him if he could show me his wisdom. But he would reply, She ran off with a good an and I haven't seen her since, and I would reply "Do you think we might find her?"
end.
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