i know no other way.
I just saw you.
This could be a problem
feeling so free when
I’m free of you.
and you’re in my arms
tangling up in another
mess.
I just drew on you
this could be a problem
feeling so free - so free
that I’m free with you
and you’re freaking out in my
you’re freaking out in my arms
again
Right - just when I’m so happy
I just told you the honest
this could be a problem
feeling so free with this tongue
that you will run
that this feeling will follow -
this could be a problem
because all I was knowing was
this.
I just tasted you on the back -
on the soft -
on the small of my palm -
what a problem.
I’ve painted on me again.
and it’s not even something
I have a right to put
on someone else -
someone like you
painted on my palm
making me talk
knowing I can’t paint
feeling me up to an honest tongue.
I just saw you.
This could be a problem
feeling so free when
I’m free of you.
and you’re in my arms
tangling up in another
mess.
I just drew on you
this could be a problem
feeling so free - so free
that I’m free with you
and you’re freaking out in my
you’re freaking out in my arms
again
Right - just when I’m so happy
I just told you the honest
this could be a problem
feeling so free with this tongue
that you will run
that this feeling will follow -
this could be a problem
because all I was knowing was
this.
I just tasted you on the back -
on the soft -
on the small of my palm -
what a problem.
I’ve painted on me again.
and it’s not even something
I have a right to put
on someone else -
someone like you
painted on my palm
making me talk
knowing I can’t paint
feeling me up to an honest tongue.
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Re: intro
Sat, October 8, 2005 - 11:03 PMenter the only way you know how though there are many other ways you know it came out like that here on this end in this beginning in the middle then there was now within the knowledge of knowing and then to know now again though she herself admitted to this only way that she knew or the only way that the character knew just a few moments ago rose the problem-addicts of the situation in a very recent scene as in unpleasant occurrences now in this way cut loose out there in the night where should she go and what should she now do? what are her feelings? uh oh it's like too late already again all caught up in it again and how many times again and again shall it be too many questions again this solitude together alone with? and the message is without question a question the energies felt to enter this zone from none other than other felt inside oneself torn apart flying without tether illusory sky-bird blue and falsely clear so clearly continuing to be so involved in these swayings to and fro' seamlessly no way not to but how good and how bad bad as good and good as bad but inseparable in our separation our separate togethernesses write as it can be wrung raw engage so (s)carefree the joy so straight and true got through to you as far as I would allow myself to tell with sincerity on stage and on screen time t' scream out with what has accumulated now vibrates the air through the mouth and fingers reaching through the air potentially in chase these emotions in pursuit polarities lines of ultra-electromagnetic forces in/at play all kinds of likely outcomes put on delay in suspense in the air up off the ground born of this this she uttered its source there present so abstract out of necessity to the touch in sequential rounds made but a few and it was cinched not to be untied nor ever dissolved nor solved its on and onness continuing in its problematizing ways of leaving a coated surface with rich asymmetries becoming selfed in this liquid confined to quarters abode this dwelling within herself place with and without simultaneously other than what was given having gone off somewhere else made possible by her radiance beyond legality beyond propriety won't ask this time this vapor its contrasting concreteness in being someone else when actually it was you who called not by your own volition but by and through the workings what so often seems not to work at all but yes that is a working in and of itself though not with effects that don't affect beyond the confines written on my qualms an other familiar wakefulness inside this pre-veiling sleep slipped into and out of murmuring murmurs beyond and beneath any knowledges felt altitudes untenable to the point that nothing other than what she said could be intoned fell showers shhhh-ing from another dimensional source spilling out further indebtedness than justice or anything like peace
