"Point taken, but we need to draw closer!"
The telepathic words shot right through my body
and I desperately blocked it with my body
armor. Love Armor. It ignites without warning.
Catching odd linear interferences networking
spirituality towards karma racing in sync together
evolving Never Ending Story.
Like Motorcycles racing in my mind and
mouth, press the break, engage the gas.
As if speaking through a wall, ear to ear
as children with string can telephones.
Strange home, strange circumstances.
Faith keeping my heart pumping.
Keeping me laughing and breathing.
Yet this arrogant city
living in me
looks to other lands
for a sign.
Something stirs very privately
and secretly in my veins.
Go for a drive to think.
Music blaring erasing any emotion.
Heading home, heart empty.
Rear view mirror propelling me to immediate present.
"Please follow take the lead!"
I will follow each and every turn.
No I won't.
"Please hear me now!!!"
Everything happens for a reason.
Horses galloping behind me.
Lights guiding the way.
Red carpet rolled out to my front door.
Look back to reassure my arrival.
Darkness as far as I can see.
Sharp turn then vanishing.
Did my dreams disillusion me.?
The last hour a mirage?
I slip into bed.
Remembering one of a kind eyes
that nobody could copy.
Rapture communicated while
history was created.
Did I fight the laws of love.?
Or just fight and respect the law?
Heart equally faithful and leading me
to future goals.
An Angel's home for a love syndrome
forever devoted to the sense of Utopia.
By Kristen Bruni
Copyright © kristen bruni