Sometimes I smile.
Sometimes I look up or down.
My neck gets tired.
Sometimes I think.
Is life all that there Is...
or is there access behind the scenes?
like a movie or a movie about a dream.
dream ship.
In this thirsty state I am in, I can only
think of one thing. Peace.
and the sweet company of a fair lady who I have seen.
falling, falling, falling.
my heart beat calling, calling, calling.
if masks are for the face then how can I mask
this happy one? are feelings meant to stay
like a guest that wont leave then who do we welcome?
The end.
lol
is it up to us?
if not then from what do we run away from?
within the passion of the moon and heat of the sun.
heading home on my own lonesome wandering, wondering
where you are. Sweet gin serenity my love.
by: J.Q
poem published in Evans Journal Academy Newsletter 2003
Los Angeles,
originally published in Clubhouse Newsletters,
Hollywood & Vine 2002.
all rights reserved.
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