Upon Listening to Philip Glass

Classical 

I love it.

More precious than any music you would hear on the radio.

Piano

My favorite.

I love watching fingers grace the ebony and ivory keys.

Orgasmic.

Fantastic.

Exotic.

Erotic.

Toxic.

Systematic.

Ecstatic.

Dramatic.

Love.

blah de blah blah   blah

de de blah de blah blah blah blah

how can u write music?

You can't. 

Reciprocation

Talk to me,

And I will talk to you.

Listen to me,

And I will listen to you.

Reciprocation

Confirmation

Of all that we know,

All that we have.

Libras in this game

Giving just the same.

Mutual

Feelings

Of us

Between us.

Talk to me

Listen to me listening to you

As you listen to the talk that ensues.

Reciprocation

An inclination

Of what needs to be

To make it work,

To make us work.

The New Me

It's been well over a year now, and over two years since its beginning. I'm glad, but mainly relieved. To think I put up with such strain, pain, and disdain; crazy. I'm listening to the song "Slowly, Surely" by Jill Scott, which so happens to be the song that reverberates that entire situation. I've learned to love myself over the past year. I've really strived to put myself first, and I think I've succeeded. Instead of sweating "minor posing as major" situations, I just walk away. It's as simple as that. I went through hell so much with that one person, I couldn't do it anymore. In all of my relationships of the past, I put myself last. Not anymore. In my new and improved relationship, I have put my instincts above all else. If I even feel a slight rumble develop, I confront it, improve it, and move on. So, I guess I mainly wanted to address how well "the new me" is working for...ME :). 

Promises

She says she cares,
And I believe her.
But, a lot of people say they care.
A lot of people make fake promises
They just can't keep.
They can't even hold them.
They grab promises, and quickly look
down to see that their words are slipping
through the cracks of their futile fingers.
Words are rarely ingested, just egested
and regurgitated sloppily,
leaving unpronounceable carcasses of an old oath.

I need to grow up.
I need to realize that things will rarely go my way.
I am confused.
I am hurt.
I am numb.
But, I am alive.
And, since I am alive, I need to move on.
I'm in a state of evolution.
I am evolving into the person I'm probably not going to be in 20 yrs.
By then, I will have morphed, changed, molded, formed myself into another evolved species of myself.
I'm okay with that.
I just need to grow up.
I need to let things go.
It is a must...
At least for evolution it is.
Staying in one place, one state of mind only delays this process.
I need as many processes as I can get. I only have approximately 82 yrs left...and that's only if I live to 100.

The Snake-Like Branches of Us

I've visited an old friend today.
Not directly, indirectly.
Her words are deep and her thoughts are too.
I wish I could have been a part, maybe even in just one
of the memories she wrote on.
But, time has morphed us into different people.
People who have the potential to be good friends,
but just can't.
This saddens me. Saddens me to my very core.
But, she's not here. And I'm not either.
She's far away, and thinking of her only makes me feel farther away.
So, life goes on.
The efforts I've made are fruitless, trees left bare, alone.
Long, snake-like branches that remind me how dead we've become.