The girl who loved two things,
Yeah I know her!
Anyway back to life!
Joys and struggles and times change,
The arm that goes round and all around: earth round!
The locksmiths keep designing keys to open locks,
Legends of possibilities and my golden boots,
Life learned and I play those black and white keys:
Honoring Stevie Wonder for his wondrous work,
Can't forget about Ray Charles,
The hits as rays shone on me
Before the days I thought about Georgia
And she was on my mind before I had to hit the road,
jack has to chase his dreams and come
back a king!
Spirits can't tell time.
No watches or cell phones do they carry.
They seek hearts,
both day and night,
hoping to plant seeds,
so two can marry.
If the doors to one's heart is open,
receptive and true,
spirits walk in and start playing the blues.
If the doors are kept shut,
spirits knock three times,
hoping deadbolts and locks,
will be unshackled,
after hearing the chimes.
Spirits carry the love of souls past and present,
they have no age.
only seeking to write their message,
on an erased and now blank page.
If you hear them knock on your door,
you should let them in.
Then all around can hear the party begin.
Spirits are playful, trying humor first and most.
But it all depends on the pad of the host.
Some spirits are locksmiths,
no door to open to hard,
Other spirits use music,
or words of the bard.
The men who live to control in the daytime light,
If wise would decide to give up their fight.
To keep doors to their hearts,
locked so tight.
How can they ever feel the rush,
of the spirits might?
oh how i love to get lost in the light with you
oh how i love the total completeness of the island
oh how good you feel when you release your endorphins on me
oh how good it feels to be wanted without judgment or hesitation due to worrisome reputation
the key to unlock the door to my heart were hidden in the safe somewhere amidst my endoskeleton
you found a way to break through and steal that key and hide it within the warm safety of your cleavage
you want me to do a little scavenger hunt
i comply not minding at all
what eventually results in the conclusion is a meshing of colors similar to a kaleidoscope
oh, how i love to be lost in the effervescent darkness of you....
And suddenly understand you're underwater
Flapping, snap-coral beneath someone's paradise
Bung-lusting rope towards parallax sunslick
then smacking the sole of your swollen left foot
with an empty Coke bottle, the driver's advice
While cursing the urchins in firstling jerk Tagalog.
Later your friends bring you sell-by-date strawberries
candour and candlesticks
joysticks and carrot cake.
Jim makes you laugh
till you don't.
And so soon you consider
the maximum age for dancing
half naked in half-light.
In the gaps you must wonder
whether good folk seek heaven
because it's a lie,
or deny it
because it isn't.
Back in the suburbs the sun is on holiday
Locksmiths are busy, the elderly cold
I don't mind the rain, which feels like connection
Singing Roy Orbison, so near the fold
letting go of trying to let go
is a stubborn hammer to the rusty nail of life
a dream come true ago i was in awe of a superstar
a broken time machine later i was neck deep in question marks
my mind was an indecisive balloon in constant states of fluctuation and contemplation
moonlit dreams of a certain celebration raced through my head at breakneck speed
the crash and burn came about when you decided that you had enough
it is then that my heart knew no more arrows that meant anything
opportunity keys were now eye candy museums for passionate locksmiths
my biggest regret is having regrets at all with you as that only subject
i go bonkers everyday and healthy alternatives never fall on me
the only weight i ever feel is that of your ice boulder shoulder
letting go of trying to let go
is a repetitive door slammer with endless pails of strife
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