If no one remembers.
Who will?
Who wants to?
Who cares to
Remember?
The Struggle, The Strain, The Stress, The Sufferring, the Pain?
Oh, Yes. I know; they say, "Forget it."
Bull.
I don't need to hang on, I don't need to detach.
I'm not bitter, and I do care about others.
I'm not really selfish, I'm not trying to isolate.
I don't want to be depressed, I don't want to hate violence.
Some people scare me.
I don't know why.
They give me the willies to look at, even.
Others I gravitate to,
while others, MM, HM: seems like Forbidden Fruit.
God?
I have One For You.
Why would you have
Forbidden me
a Fruit?
"Me?"
Johnny
why
stefan
who - why - where - what -
what?
who does get the why where
why -
you find it where?
just look and see and take it
( it is here on the board)
here, here.
Hey there?
Where are you?
Are you near?
How, How, How;
Far away have you come,
since I've gone,
left;
Farmland shrinking,
workers growing.
Notice?
Since when?
There, there.
There's hardly anything here.
Nothing yet, I haven't beat.
I never met a match I could boogie with.
They go down, counting...
Yup.
A billion,
feeding freedom's firey flames afoot.
Feet?
We all gotta eat mean meat meals every day.
Every day.
People.
Purple haze?
The sky fell in.
Hell.
O?
Operator.
You know what?
None of your business.
If no one remembers.
free - happy
none - everything
business in this world?
staying? fixed
resonating
moving of the world
stepping up the next floor
new view
new frequencies
flying - the sky is built
being in the world
loving
unconditionally
meeting
the angels
in their place
and the deep voice:
WELCOME TO YOU
YOU'VE EVER BEEN HERE
YOU ARE EMBRACED
AS MY JOYFUL CHILD
STEFEN AND VERONIKA!
i love it. I love it.
You two write each other in poetry!
I wish everyone in the world would read what you write.
Love and blessings, Gloria