My blogging face

A kind of love

Love is falling and I hold an umbrella,

Jumping hearts like puddles of rain.

Everyone around me has their arms spread, hands facing up, eyes glowing, mouths drooling desperate to find Mr. and Miss right.

My eyes are focused on a friend for life.

JLA ©

The astronaut mind

Rocket ship in flight

No wings to glide.

Unprepared for anything but high velocity straight up

Breaking atmospheric layers

No wheels to land,

No parachute,

No oxygen,

No route for evacuating.

Mentally there is no gravity,

The body?

Paragliding

Never ready for landing

I hit the ground in one piece and wonder where I’ve been.

Realism strikes me for a couple of weeks and I never prepare a new ship.

I just take off full blast, no plan of a land, no seat.

Blast off to anti-gravity.

Sometimes I wear a watch

I slap my watch on my wrist to keep track of the day,

Look at those around me in hopes of seeing my reflection in their eyes,

My direction? I couldn't tell you.

As the narrator of my own decisions, sometimes I forget I'm living.

Tell me you love to dream

To me it is all a dream.

Why write when I’d rather scream?

When the more I think the less, it seems.

The more words I use the less they mean.

The more I scream the less I dream.

The more I please the less I’m me.

To me it is all a dream.

The more I’m me the less I’m we,

The more I’m me the more lonely,

The more I leave the more I need to be something I’ll never be in the reality of things.

Misunderstood vivid dreams, misinterpreted passion and lonelier than I’ll ever be.

I don’t care, I’ll follow this dream.

I’ll think like me and grow to be the loneliest man you will ever see…

At least I can still dream. To me it is all a dream.
JLA ©