all alone. I feel
like a stranger to myself,
not knowing my origins
or how the source flows into my dreams
and myself. I feel like a thing
rather than a human filled with heart,
seeing through eyes of sensitivity
and I am tired
very tired of seeing the same things.
time and time again,
i feel dead, wanting desiring
some luscious woman to renew me. I know
it would never be, and no renewal
will come from it,
time and time again, i seek to recapture
the feelings of love
of humans being holy
and the heart ignites.

Comments
JoseHdz | October 2, 2010 - 01:30
great flow.