Dec 03, 2008 12:04
here lies buried cries
this is the journal that holds the darker side of my experience perhaps...
Lonely hearts but each miss, nice old hugs, but never kiss...
Soul and spirit, body and mind, which home is home, on the earths rind?
Commitment, priority, integrity... watchwords, watch them flit here and there, in some, ruled by fear. It is too much to ask, that expectation be flask, ready to pour fufillment dejour, or whatevor, seeking a job, communication unstable, like a normal one to act he seem unable.
OCD if he can't control all, then nothing, what a crazy ball...
dancing to try and not step on toes, just what does it shows?
My writing skills are appriciated, as I taught a lesson or so, gifted and true doctrine I, is what they say they know.
Who shall I have, at the end of time? What gal is for me? The one who knows, playing mime.