February 6, 2005
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...are you even aware of my little (green) sub-life
that grows constantly inside of me?
It feeds and produces on what I feed it mentally...
and is nutured by my daily requirements...
of a needy, greedy, pleased me
of...and with...and for...you...
...do you even know the real me (the one that lives
inside my heart and head)
The (green) garden that grows, the one that I tend
with the seeded ideas, that I sow and spread...
Does it shows in things that I get done
or the things that I make happen
in neat plotted rows, of every day existance
of...and with...and for...you...
Comments (10)
I was aware, but I might have imagined it.
Wow...and that's about all I can say...wow....
I don't like to think about "a needy, greedy, pleased" you. What happened to the old you? The one who wrote poetry about love and passion, instead of this garden of "neat plotted rows, of every day existence"? Get out of the dirt, sweet lady, and make yourself pretty again.
This is a wonderfully pleasant poem... peaceful and quiet. Paison_de_moot has an interesting perspective on this. I'm not certain as whether I agree, however, it's an interesting take.
Peace.
Has the green sub-life three-heads, if so, I understand. Then yes, a peanut and tunafish sandwich once a hour for three days should get rid of that.
Trust me, I'm a doctor.
I have to apologise for paison's comment. It was meant as a motivational challenge, but I can see now that it was mostly just an insulting taunt. I'm truly very sorry. We just miss you is all.
sometimes it does seem like the everyday things we do for others are overlooked by expectations of something more spectacular...
Hi. I just wanted to let you know I'm back at xanga and hope to hear from you!
Infinite Blessings!
boy have you been missed...
I like everything of yours I have read. You write from the heart in a most effective way. I must say my appreciation grows with each passing word.
Chris
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