jonathan_wolfe

In all the poems all the times This one reminds me... Of the hardship.

Essence To be having it. This song has the essence.

I guess I should finally pipe up and thank everyone for their comments. If I could get someone to pick apart these poems analytically, it would be vastly appreciated... I get the feeling I have no idea what the hell I'm thowing onto the paper... I'm going to start calling it "Stream of Consciousness" poetry... This is your Brain on Jonathan. There is definitely a -lot- more to come, I'm far from finished yet.

Where is the sky... feel like flight, flying? the wrong way... can't reach it spinning... I see her.. can't reach... Why won't she see me? sideways, all is changed. somehow I'll make it down I've found her, she's mine... I cry... I cry... It's all gone. It's all back... Changed.

The windows, blinded cars goes by, whistle-whoosh of the wet road no sky, no blue blue sky gray... murky blue, wet... inside, warm.. too warm.. turn the heat down lighting yellow, still alone. dry, swallow... rain

Close my eyes World before me People laughing, sky is blue. Close my eyes I'm in another world sky is blue, the grass is green I never want to leave my mind... again. grass too green sky too blue towers so white pearly white is this real? can it be made? where am i... fly! awake.

Jonathan strides into the room, his beige and burnt sienna robes flowing about his feet as he arrives in the new Pen keep "I am that is." He coughs and clears his throat "I am that is, who I am... What?" With that, he strides back out. Jonathan Wolfe Group: Page Title: Dreaming Real 49 posts