while_theres_still_music_left daf Sometimes when I'm playing or when I sing or entertain I'll steal a glance from where I hide behind my daily shades and see that you're watching me then it's all worthwhile your eyes adore me and all of your attraction is focused in this direction it's what I breathe and so much more than that to me it's so much more than enough, dear you're the only fan I need and so I'll play for you while there's still music left in me drawing you near. 080530 ... Temporary Enemy of Daf There never was any music in you. Only cacophony. 080530 ... dafremen Tell me about it. Bout time you heard. Take a long hard look That's a mirror there it's a mural dedicated to the worldwide_blah_blah_blah up in your face down in your toes and your only reaction your only recourse is to spew it or lose it like the dogs of war that you claim to despise when they shout their bile unanswered this cacophony might cease this worldwide_blah_blah_blah but it doesn't does it? because we don't do we? no, we scream them down like they smack us down and feel justified in pushing the merry-go-round a little faster. 080531 ... ~*~ love, freedom, music, bliss *finally* ~me (i love you) 080531 ... ~*~ wild as flowers since I have no idea how to navigate round here and start a new page (wtf?-- is there a beginning or end? Is this a constance of infinity with no port in sight? *hesistant, yet daring smile*) a bit on words, baby~ WORDS Search for a start an End an IN between a This/That or Here/There Words are what I grasp; physically, metaphorically symbolicly A Clarity A renew A Forgiveness... Forgive me, Dear Friend, for Silence for lack of Words. Restriction of the vehicle; the means this time portrays your blessed Aim. Understanding is the Silent Space Words unconvey I choose words in trepedation; in Awe in Sacred-Rite-Ceremony the Power in expression the Power in devourment Either raped or transformed by perception of differentiating Eyes Taken to mean what they will by a Seer from a different Space in Time than the word's blood-dipped conception I cherish words so in gratitude for they gave me you! A gift...they're a gift, never meant for Spiraling too far beyond One Pure Thought in Time I wish I could say that I let them flow naturally Yet with Care, with Care! If I speak out at All from this Silence I shall select with utmost care A Purity that Nature shant wield away within/without needs, desires, twisted limbs of humanity's vices Are words meant for natural selection? Only in a time and space Free from the Pollution of Gesticulation the Smog of Greed and Self-Righteousness that moves Voice and Pen beyond Sacredness of Intent the Purity of Silence I prefer these days Safe in quiet, gilded space. This is Evolution without Song Without Word Without definitions; confirmations which ink would assuredly fail this gift of Silence I give to Thee Untaintable Unrapeable Unavailable for further astray A Vision that began begot One Silent Song A Swan-Song, unfolding kalaidescope expansion from the most Visionistic Inner Landscape of a Dream, more precious than a single Word LOVE could say. There they are. Words. A Life, force-thrown forth in letters. Tired breath, breathing ever beyond stand-still time. Take them, if you will Digest softly the Divinity of all they haven't said. A vision remaining, kept safe-guarded Blown away in a hushing breeze that circulates eternally back to a first exclamation Unspoken Unwritten Evolution Flourishing Consciously Deep within. {{{*}}} 080531 ... daf awwww darlin..you made it. such beautiful words..i'm so glad you finally found the time to be inspired. perhaps i'll revisit here in a bit when the grogginess falls off and the inspiration kicks in. you're in my heart darling..and you're sleeping right now (it's awful cute..lemme tell you what) sweet dreams, lover. 080601 ... welcome_to_blather 080602 what's it to you? who go blather from