Words run through writers like water,
A chaotic mess, but with a few specs of gold,
words pump through me like blood in my veins,
But blood and water are no good if they run dry or remain stagnate,
When I am running short on words I like to got for a long walk,
fire up my internal engine, pump the blood again,
until I return with a flow of words ready to pour out onto the page.
On this journey of life, another spiritual quest I took,
Little dog to look after as I wonder through the plains,
Head held high, warmed up and well stretched,
Good balance and a healthy back,
Heavy boots, but I can still feel the earth,
Breath in the air and smile at the trees,
The road bends and curves and I hug it tightly every inch,
My small dog breaths and pants, people and faces,
Fence lines and brick, blend and blur as I walk following a path,
On my spiritual journey, stepping back in time.
I want my thighs to be big and thick,
on my long legs,
curve into my tiny waste,
But it will take lots of work and time,
squats, walking, swimming,
Fit, healthy and amazing.
Sunlight bright on the water, so bright, breath it in, warm swim, bikinis, Take a dip within. image source: http://www.itsyourbody.net/images/relaxswim.jpg
I’ve been here twice, I perceive you as nice. You wont go away, so come here and stay.
Your love not a waste, small cut to shape. Jet black and white. Project your voice as I hold you tight. Mixed up in your personal space.
Submit to me at the end, I swear I’ll be nice.
A purpose for me is written in you.
I turn the hot and cold taps to find balance. Closing my eyes, letting water fall over my face. Most of the time I see myself as frantic, a mess.
My hair washed and combed, then tied up. Order. Shirt, aftershave and teeth done. I am already very far from the person I woke up as.
Looking at the translucent glass, sun glaring in. Refreshed.
BENT ON LOVE 