parttwo

in the slightly more subdued sense
of having control
over the english language
the truth comes to light.

ah! such a release.
the before forgotten joy
of words, letters strung together
had disapperated
to become the fog of complacency.

self doubt had fostered.
a need for others begun.

yet now in the clarity of the
oh so written word
images sharpen
sides are drawn

having missed this before
it is content to be back.
confidence abides.
the world has changed, but we are so much the same.

old friends, bookends.
new loves.

partone

perhaps it's the pain
the small squinting of the eyes
and the ever relentless buzz

the thought of stringing words
becomes chore.

alas, alas.

the pessimist speaks:
dirty.
hot.
tired.
dull.
worn.
displeased.

here, here...behold the optimist
in all her creative prime:

solitaire.
bright.
music.
satisfied.
emotions.
full.

again, the battle in my brain. indeed, indeed.

yet how to respond?
where do you go from here?

bemused:
slightly incoherant ramblings
thoughts from one to another
reluctant to be received
in their sluggish haze
of confusion and humid days.

how cliche.