My poem from the other day with Rachel

[eulogist]

I wrote this while sitting by the Trinity River, on a nice soft blanket.

"Bring Yourself Around To My Circle"

As I stand there,
at the tip top of the ship,
staring out wards,
as far as I can see,
I gaze at the sand,
surronding the ship's hull,
we are stuck,
in an area of solitude,
wanting to move forward,
but scared of what happens next.

Bring it around,
wrap yourself around my finger,
there is emotion with that whisper,
there is silliness in your hand shake,
and a ray of hope planting in my cerbral capacity.

When we first met,
it was all in a triangle of despair,
rocking back and forth,
to the beat of the walking drum,
lets feel this part out,
drag ourselves down the hallway of absent destruction.

And if I catch a glimmer,
of your soft ,
rigid,
complex eyes,
I will drop into a grave of solid soil,
and let myself sink in fear of your captivating wonders.

Hold up,
just wait one eternity,
let me catch up,
I know my falling behind is getting annoying,
but I cant reverb myself in your lucious endangering space,
I get too frustrated with the frustration.

So,
as I stand in the sand,
sinking,
with only a dream in the old noggin,
a hope in the black heart of mine,
and a tear that is washing away the dry enviroment,
the sand leaves,
the water returns,
I hoist the jib,
loosen the flaps,
and fly from this planet,
and kiss the dream of sensuality goodbye.

A petal,
of a certian flower,
a strike,
on a certian chord,
a breeze,
from a certian tree.

It's all of what was ,
and who of what is going to be.

Don't blame me for your misfortune in meeting me,
it is my fault,
but I can't take the blame.

I know it's not my best, but I actually felt like writing that poem the other day, and now it is there.