Things I Avoided...
I have to say I was in slight fear to post this. And was what my last post was talking about. I found it beautiful, expressive, and completely true. I feared the judgments of others as I rarely do. But maybe once you read this piece, you will understand my reluctance.
I've never been harsh enough to play towards anger. We will divide at our roads, but walk along as alone until right beside we've remained all along.
I know that our daily lives are amazingly different in how we insist they play us.Where you live upon rails, pushing along the pattern and looking up to see if you are still moving. I stand within the jungles along the way, and press against everything hoping to explain or at least understand it. It is this nature that makes us so close, and such great friends. For in our hearts we need the taste of the other, so we can completely live.
I cherish and feel blessed that we each other as friends. I could never demand your time, but at the same time your time demands the most of me. I feel like my role for life is spoken loudest when I am forced to explain myself. Having collected so many ideals, idioms, and expressions I have but one task left. Explain them. For you to say it is understood and a gem, then I have put within the realm of others my life as I understand it.
Otherwise I live to die, just the same as you.
Beyond us, and our focused march perhaps lay something living strong. Not in children, love, or these normal things. But the same remains our daily charge, to have something shared in which only together could we create. A border drawn taunt with weathered hands by force of lost, dreamt youth. Men of men, our souls etched be, strength among, the river's forgotten reeds. Your speech degrades a valued place in which you stand for me in what is together, our uncharted space.
Our knowing each other is another life in itself breathing. Equal shares of the exact same thing forged for the both of us. Rains now nearly drowning us both where our stanch resolve entrenched us. Denigrating all forethought that we succeeded wisely to peregrinate individually. Emotionally opened visions complete as they scattered before uncompleted.
This is my dear friend, as undamaged that my words can express. Though I forgive either, and I excuse neither. How many charred remains have we slathered over in the absence of one another? Foolishly blending the strength that is a friendship unlike any other into classification feared beyond remorse. Toying along lies over complete truth so that they can be avoided outside of risk. I love you, not as a woman can be loved by my hands or needs, but as a man.
I curse the wicked eyes set only to entangle a beautiful reality, that is the world you speak of. I miss you, my friend, as you now undoubtedly miss me. I miss you from places not reached by lust or liquor, but only our unexpressed connection. As you stir me to know, as I've read you cursed yourself. You curse for us both.
It's subjective, to a better known reality. I told a friend that read only a small part of this, I would repost it for her to read elsewhere. But as I gather it's totality in expression I am back to what has always been the moments between last and now. That gap where our speech was not true, or existent. How will they judge me, or maybe us both? I wish I could say fuck them, so offensively they are shocked.
But mock us, as we mock ourselves. Lets just say we fuck women for the best feeling we know. Ah now I am laughing, angrily, admitting once again where we started. I see your train while I am within the jungle. Save us, save us for the both of us.
I've never been harsh enough to play towards anger. We will divide at our roads, but walk along as alone until right beside we've remained all along.
I know that our daily lives are amazingly different in how we insist they play us.Where you live upon rails, pushing along the pattern and looking up to see if you are still moving. I stand within the jungles along the way, and press against everything hoping to explain or at least understand it. It is this nature that makes us so close, and such great friends. For in our hearts we need the taste of the other, so we can completely live.
I cherish and feel blessed that we each other as friends. I could never demand your time, but at the same time your time demands the most of me. I feel like my role for life is spoken loudest when I am forced to explain myself. Having collected so many ideals, idioms, and expressions I have but one task left. Explain them. For you to say it is understood and a gem, then I have put within the realm of others my life as I understand it.
Otherwise I live to die, just the same as you.
Beyond us, and our focused march perhaps lay something living strong. Not in children, love, or these normal things. But the same remains our daily charge, to have something shared in which only together could we create. A border drawn taunt with weathered hands by force of lost, dreamt youth. Men of men, our souls etched be, strength among, the river's forgotten reeds. Your speech degrades a valued place in which you stand for me in what is together, our uncharted space.
Our knowing each other is another life in itself breathing. Equal shares of the exact same thing forged for the both of us. Rains now nearly drowning us both where our stanch resolve entrenched us. Denigrating all forethought that we succeeded wisely to peregrinate individually. Emotionally opened visions complete as they scattered before uncompleted.
This is my dear friend, as undamaged that my words can express. Though I forgive either, and I excuse neither. How many charred remains have we slathered over in the absence of one another? Foolishly blending the strength that is a friendship unlike any other into classification feared beyond remorse. Toying along lies over complete truth so that they can be avoided outside of risk. I love you, not as a woman can be loved by my hands or needs, but as a man.
I curse the wicked eyes set only to entangle a beautiful reality, that is the world you speak of. I miss you, my friend, as you now undoubtedly miss me. I miss you from places not reached by lust or liquor, but only our unexpressed connection. As you stir me to know, as I've read you cursed yourself. You curse for us both.
It's subjective, to a better known reality. I told a friend that read only a small part of this, I would repost it for her to read elsewhere. But as I gather it's totality in expression I am back to what has always been the moments between last and now. That gap where our speech was not true, or existent. How will they judge me, or maybe us both? I wish I could say fuck them, so offensively they are shocked.
But mock us, as we mock ourselves. Lets just say we fuck women for the best feeling we know. Ah now I am laughing, angrily, admitting once again where we started. I see your train while I am within the jungle. Save us, save us for the both of us.