well here we are rolling into part three of the borrowing and expanding and borrowing and expanding and mostly playing six part harmony on the melancholytron (emotional instrument resembling the heart only having many more openings for sounds, all set in minor keys) just cuz I love the emotional roller coaster so much and if you must know, I have having tons of fun and am way too comfortable playing with myself, but I really do miss you and love the attention as much as ever even though I am all-too-well proving to all of us that I get along all-too-well without anyone...

sheesh, no wonder I am along...

my romantic heart hates me sometimes...

even as I smirk and giggle... ok, so on to part three... now all (or at least a large portion of) cynicism aside, what we have here in this particular entry is a taste of what you might see if you add me and write a poem or essay or profile that intrigues me... yes, I hear music from many minds and, at times, reflect the sounds in comments in other people's spaces... in other words:

and as the opening prose and rhyme reiterate (not that I'm beyond being redundant, after all), what we have here are voices from other rooms, comments inspired by blogs I stumbled into in recent days... an eclectic few, no doubt, but deserving equal praise in my book (and they'll get it if I ever write it)... perhaps you know them, I think you should... we start with Andy, who is the inspiration for the first verse (a specific thought stream, though he flows in many)... read his words if you enjoy poetry in the buff, naked emotions spread eagle in words... I love how his prolific creativity flows, raw, like a bleeding rose...

yes, period... so imagine that you are an exceptionally gifted and quite pierced and tattooed punk rock daddy with a heavy metal heart and a romantic poet's soul and your confused head banging crew doesn't always understand why children love you the most, but the kids all know that you love them so (wait, that's Casper's theme song... ah, the irreverent mind strikes again)...

but just as seriously, if not moreso, check out Andy... if you think you can stand a little more truth from the heart in your life...

and we leave Andy now, but do not move far into the alphabet (coincidentally)... in fact, we don't move anywhere through the alphabet at all... cuz we come to Amy (yes, an Amy from NY, no less... can the world be getting smaller again?... but we'll leave that long and winding road, quite literally, for another time when I repeat the Zo� search {which came off with fractally mixed reviews} with the ultimate power ballad search for the elusive amy of dreams {as opposed to dia of dreams a entry or few back} and other blogs cuz once in love... ya know?)...

distracted, did I get?...

ummm, that would be an affirmative... I mean, yes... distracted, that would be it... I would be, that is... but you see, only she can do to me what she does to me (and only when I let her, for I will not forget her, that choice is always mine and it feels super divine to keep memories intertwined and stars aligned)...

yeah, well, at least if you visited from myspace you found additional rambling here, the sarcastic self-mockery is best when free flowing and where does it free flow best if not in the free flowingest of all writing spaces which this is... online, at least...

for it is deep within the semi-conscious somewhere between the conscious and unconscious further into the sub subconscious where the secrets live... and more may follow if you understand the hows and whys... when the one comes to inspire, there will be no limits to the skys the highs the drive survives la mo me moo moo mies and cherry pies kaleidescope eyes love on the rise always on the rise always on my mind always on my mind always on the rise the rise the rise and not surprise there are no lies left to despise when all the stars align and all sounds rhyme in the divine sublime...







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