I feel so dispersed with intuition and sensibility, yet aromas of madness and craze scent the rooms of my heart - the scent of need comes running amidst the impatient fires of my prayers
the feelings of honey farmland amongst the cloudy sunset in the countryside of time and 7 hours away, cells of river nile water carress my skin, love cleans my family and hope begins a new day
i want to enter into a world where there is silence except the tension in african bliss running through the streets of apassion, canvassing harmony amongst feersome destiny- grazeland - trust in my man - intensity of life where latitude lifts me high into the african rural lust -
I feel like I remember going and dreaming - true dreams- yet I forget them ,and now - he's forcing me to include them in my every day thoughts - going and coming through the skies for you - I would do anything for you - for I love you and want you - somehwere - somehow - I saw you - I cant think- I feel - choked with the memory _ I can't stop - come to me - or I will come to you - fast - so fast - I feel infuriated with myself for doing this to myelf while making myself become someone else when the answer is so near it yelps- whatver happens the answers are always so easy -
I think about african stardom nights intoxicated with magical attention humming the condition that I tremble with wonder at nature and at you - I wonder about somewhere far away in the distance , that you have to travel to , that you have to get to - the answer lies in traumatic beauty of suspense - in brown desserts of oasis kisses - in affairs of the sleepless -
I am jealous of myself - I am jealous of so much pain and worry and sadness - I am afraid - of so much thought - so many aspirations - so many breaths --- taken for you
the feelings of honey farmland amongst the cloudy sunset in the countryside of time and 7 hours away, cells of river nile water carress my skin, love cleans my family and hope begins a new day
i want to enter into a world where there is silence except the tension in african bliss running through the streets of apassion, canvassing harmony amongst feersome destiny- grazeland - trust in my man - intensity of life where latitude lifts me high into the african rural lust -
I feel like I remember going and dreaming - true dreams- yet I forget them ,and now - he's forcing me to include them in my every day thoughts - going and coming through the skies for you - I would do anything for you - for I love you and want you - somehwere - somehow - I saw you - I cant think- I feel - choked with the memory _ I can't stop - come to me - or I will come to you - fast - so fast - I feel infuriated with myself for doing this to myelf while making myself become someone else when the answer is so near it yelps- whatver happens the answers are always so easy -
I think about african stardom nights intoxicated with magical attention humming the condition that I tremble with wonder at nature and at you - I wonder about somewhere far away in the distance , that you have to travel to , that you have to get to - the answer lies in traumatic beauty of suspense - in brown desserts of oasis kisses - in affairs of the sleepless -
I am jealous of myself - I am jealous of so much pain and worry and sadness - I am afraid - of so much thought - so many aspirations - so many breaths --- taken for you
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