Gazing down upon this way
Losing what was sought,
and as my mind goes astray
Recalling too late, of what i've bought
I capture and in turn hesistate
For within my fray a maiden
Her presence seems to communicate,
Or rather summon eye as bee to garden
Daydreams drift, driving my hands to recede
As deeply as they are able
This practice i do always succeed
Flawlessly perfected, begrudgingly responsible
Yet, destiny doesn't dictate a demise
For my hands do peek out momentarily
When intrigued and each time in a new guise,
I suppose i fall, much too easily.
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Random mostly unrelated works BY:R____J_____
me poems......maybe short stories though none currently are "public" appropiate
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How can the single droplets of water know themselves to be a river<-Zen saying
There is nothing sweeter than a lady's invitation to her pillow<-Me
Confused an' amused..yup that me<-me stupi it obvious
There is nothing sweeter than a lady's invitation to her pillow<-Me
Confused an' amused..yup that me<-me stupi it obvious
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