So we're supposed to post anything that reminds us of the ideals of romance? Very interesting. If I knew how I'd post Harry Chapin's "The Parade's Still Passing By". However, as I do not, I will instead post a poem.
Dance with Me in the Autumn Wind
I stand aloof watching the crowd.
It’s like I see myself drown.
Watching them fall
Watching them squirm
I just can’t seem to earn
The respect of mind necessary
To hide in one place
It seems like I shall be forced to simply win the race.
When every equation is added
And the solution finally totaled,
The only thing relevant in this world
Is the love we leave behind.
Snakes, like malls come
Marching down the halls
I touch them and let them go
No watch the flowers of kindness grow.
Co-creator of this reality
Content in that state of mind
Sitting here watching the docks
I feel as if I’ve cant out a line
To my heart
Like any other moving part
The fishes gather playfully
To entertain my whims
Not all have come
because I called them.
It’s got me funny
Standing there in a strange kind of way.
Watching patiently as the water
of a day slips through my hands to land in cosmic sands.
I swore I would give up fighting
My swords have been re-forged
But my body had to change too.
I was no longer a tool.
But there’s one piece left.
The one that still rules.
Some part of my mind can’t stop struggling
For control of it’s own fate.
Some part of my own mind
Has yet to emulate
The bodily knowledge of a cell,
One of the people in the pit fell.
She and I dance in the autumn wind
And initially it’s joy beyond the rim.
Then I start to over-think
And soon set in the brother’s grim.
But that is the way of opposition
Of a life that clings and stings
To rings and such temporary things,
More fleeting and transitory than the hallowed silence of a loved one’s whisper.
So dance with me in the autumn Wind
Yes dance with me
But never seek to know what I
Lanced in me.
When I couldn’t see a way
Out of the five senses,
I snapped and found
Not only would a rain-
Drenched rose not smell
As sweet by any other
Name. It would not exist without us to give it fame.
I feels good to create
Again. With the sun in my face.
Not to procreate or make love,
But to simply put the musings of
My mind down on paper
Instills a knowledge and a
Sense of peace that
Has not graced the floor
Of my door, my wars, in many a year.
Such tranquility is instilled
With the coming of peace.
Dance in the Autumn wind
For all those of us that share life are kin.
Sorry if it's too long. But this is one of the last poems I wrote for one of my ex-girlfriends before we broke up. So in a sense I guess you could say this is one of the "Last Romances" in an old relationship. Anyway, I will post more junk later.