Intenseloveacceptabletravelism

Decided... Scene 1 (years earlier) Years of indecision Ended in an instant My life in third revision Starting in the present Touching everything I've owned Importing their very essence Of each and every feeling they borne History rearing it's very presents Boxed and placed on an empty truck My very existence held in transit That is when the melancholy struck Walking out this door would be a heroic bit On the other side of town a lady waited Patiently for me and for me to decide That my wild single passions were sated And to face and enjoy life by her side I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind Pointed them carefully to the other side of town Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. Act I Part I The Stage of Life I fell in love with the director. Our relationship perfectly scripted in her head... My role dictated, my character regulated all I ever wanted was a forever love... I threw out the script and played my part true... Ad libing my sweet little ass off. The show was a hit! and people cheered... but we were through. . . . Act I... Part II I am now a free agent... See the passion in my eyes? See the sexy style of my soul? Give me a part to play... hand me a script, and I will play it true my way. But, please,please, make it a forever gig. rlm '07 Act I... Part III The Horse Trader The pounding reins Of yesterday’s tears Lead me down The dreary road of today The joy I once found Gazing into your eyes Is hobbled by distance And my faultering gait Unbridled rides at dawn a beautiful, insipid memory Breakneck sprints in the dark an aching need in the final strech The rhythmic rhyme of our ride in time We won the race but lost our place Your crop too willing my flanks too tender Your mount is running, full out, yet you ask for more (unfinished) rlm Act I Part IV (final act) Of Tears and Candle Wax My tears fuel the fire deep within my heart The sorrow in my soul Of this life I tire I have known my part This world takes its toll My tears do not come On my cheeks they run And me left a mere a husk of a man Finding their way to my soul leaving nowhere to stand Not finding my role far away from the sun A single candle lights my deep sorrow A single idea... I dread tomorrow As a man...I stand Naked to the pain. rlm