moving
dear ali,
remember one thing in life is true, that change is constant, change is you. when you move away from your new house next month, remember there are old ladies sitting at home all day, watching tv, and watching the block. you wont be sad because you have opportunity. the important thing about your opportunity is that you havn't forgotten that you have it. so remember to use it. remember that even though you read six books at once, it's not nice to read someone else like a book. you wouldnt want someone to read you like a book, so dont do it for other peoples lives. even though things change, and more books are published, and you ignore your intuition often, dont forget your happiness. which is as ever changing as you. you are happiness, when you choose it. so choose it because i remember you telling me once that happiness is the purpose of all. even the stars want to be happy, even the plastic dolls in walmart want to be happy, even the porn stars want to be happy. we just want to be happy. hey, i also want to remind you that even though you always feel alone, there is nothing wrong with alone. emptiness is fullness. full of emptiness. and that is something you can accept in life, like sorrow, because once you accept it, and you know it's there, you can move on and just smile, just walk on the sunny side with me. now, i's like to share a poem i wrote about you my dears. it's called three...
3
for three days, welcomed three ways
all champions to the eye.
dug into soul stew, one let me chew.
the other two flew.
one was so poisioned, warm and prickling my knees
with tiny hairs once felt only on me.
attracted by universal laws of syncronicity
he delivered me too late to show much sympathy.
sunshine rose through the back of a tiny room
waiting to wait, hoping to laugh through noon.
the songwritter told me much more than there was to remember.
inhibitions pushed to gifts, of oil and a trigger
from a gun that got pulled, which was worn quiet bigger
than the norm.
now there's a swarm of moves in my brain, that didnt get hit
because this one practices game.
dicipline is attracted in eyes that stopped the world
to see the asshole who has swapped his sword
for one less sharp.
how has a costume fueled this fire?
to keep a mind thinking of no day of not seeing you
walking barefoot on my hardwood floors.
going mad at myself for producing fairietails
going mad at myself in love with myself
keep fueling my self to binge my soul out at you
ask questions only movie screens play
wanting to live and train right next to you.
intertwined knowledge to make a body physically tight
dreaming of coloured houses and thrity second goodbyes.
on the sabbath this long story ends
just where the humor in the next one begins.
only sleeping to keep dreaming
then forgetting in remembering to try and loose number two.
knock with a beat, well how was it not you?
routine sitting talking rocking
swearing you evolved or matured in love,
in laugh my ears heard obviously when eyes and heart meet.
then sun shone through another window
where times have been had in perfect natural disaster
and now neptune is out and purposly focused on you.
turning around
backing into the ocean
my guides swim with me feeling my emotion.
breathing inside that's where the answers lie.
no place but home, should you find me ill be alone.
through my back door, dont ever lock it.
sitting with a smile and quotes kept in my back pocket.
remember one thing in life is true, that change is constant, change is you. when you move away from your new house next month, remember there are old ladies sitting at home all day, watching tv, and watching the block. you wont be sad because you have opportunity. the important thing about your opportunity is that you havn't forgotten that you have it. so remember to use it. remember that even though you read six books at once, it's not nice to read someone else like a book. you wouldnt want someone to read you like a book, so dont do it for other peoples lives. even though things change, and more books are published, and you ignore your intuition often, dont forget your happiness. which is as ever changing as you. you are happiness, when you choose it. so choose it because i remember you telling me once that happiness is the purpose of all. even the stars want to be happy, even the plastic dolls in walmart want to be happy, even the porn stars want to be happy. we just want to be happy. hey, i also want to remind you that even though you always feel alone, there is nothing wrong with alone. emptiness is fullness. full of emptiness. and that is something you can accept in life, like sorrow, because once you accept it, and you know it's there, you can move on and just smile, just walk on the sunny side with me. now, i's like to share a poem i wrote about you my dears. it's called three...
3
for three days, welcomed three ways
all champions to the eye.
dug into soul stew, one let me chew.
the other two flew.
one was so poisioned, warm and prickling my knees
with tiny hairs once felt only on me.
attracted by universal laws of syncronicity
he delivered me too late to show much sympathy.
sunshine rose through the back of a tiny room
waiting to wait, hoping to laugh through noon.
the songwritter told me much more than there was to remember.
inhibitions pushed to gifts, of oil and a trigger
from a gun that got pulled, which was worn quiet bigger
than the norm.
now there's a swarm of moves in my brain, that didnt get hit
because this one practices game.
dicipline is attracted in eyes that stopped the world
to see the asshole who has swapped his sword
for one less sharp.
how has a costume fueled this fire?
to keep a mind thinking of no day of not seeing you
walking barefoot on my hardwood floors.
going mad at myself for producing fairietails
going mad at myself in love with myself
keep fueling my self to binge my soul out at you
ask questions only movie screens play
wanting to live and train right next to you.
intertwined knowledge to make a body physically tight
dreaming of coloured houses and thrity second goodbyes.
on the sabbath this long story ends
just where the humor in the next one begins.
only sleeping to keep dreaming
then forgetting in remembering to try and loose number two.
knock with a beat, well how was it not you?
routine sitting talking rocking
swearing you evolved or matured in love,
in laugh my ears heard obviously when eyes and heart meet.
then sun shone through another window
where times have been had in perfect natural disaster
and now neptune is out and purposly focused on you.
turning around
backing into the ocean
my guides swim with me feeling my emotion.
breathing inside that's where the answers lie.
no place but home, should you find me ill be alone.
through my back door, dont ever lock it.
sitting with a smile and quotes kept in my back pocket.