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VISITCHAIR


(WITH MY SWEATER AND CANE ON IT AND THE MARKS FROM FRIENDS CIGS THEY SPILL OH THE VISIT CHAIR)

VISITCHAIR

S.JENSEN © 2017

CATCHING THE FLOW

OF EMOTIONS

FROM WANING MOON

TO WAXING MOON

FOR THE NEW MOON

IS MY DAY

OH TO THE ROAD

DOWN A UNMISTAKABLE

RIVER OF PASSION

SWAM ACROSS OCEANS

PLAY WITH TIDES

LEFT MY HEART

THERE

MIXED TOGETHER

WHERE I KNOW NOT

WHAT TO DO

MY WATER WASHED

OVER AND

LEFT ME

I COOLED THOSE

EMOTIONS

WHEN AS ALWAYS

CIRCUMSTANCES

IN MY EMPTY COFFERS

FORCED

A MAJOR MELANCHOLY

HEART STILL

BOUND

YET NO WHERE

TO RELEASE THE

FRUSTRATIONS

OF MISCOMMUNICATIONS

AND LIES

TORE THE HEART

APART

BY THE VISIT

NOT ABLE TO BE MET

OH HOW COULD

ONE JUST UP

AND FORGET

THAT KNOWING

OH TO WHAT

IS RIGHT VS WRONG

KNOWING IT WAS

BEST TO LEAVE

THE FAMILY INTACT

YET OH

THE WALK FROM

THE DARK

MADE UP FROM LIES

IN THE VISIT

TOOK AWHILE

TO RECOVER

YET OH THE HEART

STILL SAYS

BUT THE REAL

FRIENDSHIP

SUFFERS IN DISTANCE

IN THE UNKNOWNS

LEFT TO BE

AS A NUTTY

BATTY FRUITCAKE

WHEN IT WAS

TURNED TOWARDS

A MAJOR SPIRITUAL

AWAKENING

AND WARNING

THEN DOWN IN THE

RIDDLES OF THIS BRAIN

IT SO CONFUSED

THE GIFTS TO CURSE

OF A SIGIL THROWN

IN MY FACE

WHICH PRODUCED

IN THE END ANOTHER SIGIL

WHERE THE

TREE OF LIFE

SO GATHERED

IN MY SOUL

I SWEAR I FELT

ALL AROUND WAS

JUST SO DARK

TO FORM AN ENDING

I JUST COULD

NOT EXCEPT

CHANGED FROM

CORE OUTWARD

IN THE BLINK

WHERE CHAKRAS ALIGNED

AND LEFT

ME

COMPLETELY IN BETWEEN

STARS

AND GROUND

WORKED MY WAY

BACK FROM IT ALL

FIGHTING THE

INVISIBLE FOES

THAT SO HAD REAL MERIT

JUST NOT IN THE

WAY OF NORM

THE MYSTIC NORN

WAS BORN

AND THE VISIT LOST

NOT IN THE HEART

BUT FROM THE

HEAT OF BATTLES

LEAVES A HOLE

ONE CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE

THE COST

DELVED INTO

MY PERSONAL

GODDESS TO

BRING INSPIRATION

TO FIGHT

WITHIN

TO BE GROUNDED

OH STANDING HERE

NOW

OH WHERE

IS THE FRIENDSHIP

I SO NEED NOW

YET IT KNOWS NOT

HOW TO APPROACH

FOR WITHOUT

FUELING SOMEONES

WRONGFUL

WRATH

ETERNALLY

GRATEFUL

TO MY INNER GODDESS

AND MY OUTER MUSES

BUT OH SO

LEFT IN LIMBO

THE HEART STILL

SOMETIMES SCREAMS

BLEEDING

FOR KINDRED SOULS

SO SWEET, SO KIND,

AND ALL WITH

SIMILAR TALENTED

PURPOSES

THAT NEED

MAYBE MASKED AS A WANT

FROM EGO TO EGO

BUT ITS STILL

BREAKING

AND HEALING

IN A CYCLE TO OVERCOME

AND MAKE SENSE

OF WHAT IS LEFT

TO FIND A WAY

TO CARRY FORWARD

CALL UPON MY

SADNESS

AND SORROWFUL

MASK THAT

WENT OUT THE WINDOW

ATTRACTED MY

DESIRES

IN SUCH A FORCE

AS NEVER BEFORE

AND DELVED A FORGED

FIRE

THAT ENDED UP

SEPARATING

THIS SOUL

AND NEEDED TO BE

BOUND

BACK INTO PRESENT

REALITIES

OF A PRIME PLANE

ON THIS MIDDLE

GROUND

ITS TOTALLY SHIFTED

THE VERY CORE

OF ME

I KNOW NOT

HOW TO FIX THIS

ITS LEFT ME

IN A SHIFT

TO TRY TO WRITE

TOOK AWHILE

OH TO THE

DEEP ESSENCE OF ME

SOLID IN THIS

SITUATION

AND TO THE VISIT

THAT NEVER COMES

OH CARRY WHERE

I WILL ALWAYS WISH TO BE

YET FOLLOW

SEEMS A DISTANT

MEMORY

AT THE PACE I RIDE

THAT HALF WAY

MARK

IS SO FAR OUT OF REACH

YET SOME TYPE

OF SOLACE IS NEEDED

STILL

FIND THE MIDDLE

SPACES

BETWEEN OUR OCEANS

TO COLLIDE

SOMEHOW

AS I SIT HERE

WONDERING

WILL IT EVER MAKE SENSE

OH TO A CHANGE

FROM THIS SO PERCHED

SPACE

FOR TRAVELING

ALONE

IS NO WHERE NEAR

WHERE THIS SOUL

NEEDS

OH TO THE HIGHER

PLANES

OF MY WONDERFUL

PAST

AND MUTUAL CURRENTS

WITHOUT FEAR

OF EARTHLY

PLEASURES

TO GET IN THE WAY

STRANGERS

YET FAR FAR FROM IT

THE GATHERED

WALLED PAGES

FLOW WITH WORDS

I HAVE NO ANSWERS TO

IS THERE NO WAY

AT ALL TO SIT

AND CHAT OVER

COFFEE OR WINE NOW

IN SOME PRIVATE

MUTUAL SPOT

TO SORT THROUGH

THIS ONESIDED VIEW

FOR COMMUNICATION

AND FEEL

FROM THE VISITING

FRIENDS

TO KNOW

THEIR EMOTIONS

THEIR NEEDS

THEIR WISHES

CAUSE ITS TIME

TO LAY THE CARDS OUT

AND NOT

DRAW THE BLOODY

JOKER

THIS CARRYING ONWARD

IN SOME

SEPARATED POSITION

IS LEFT A GAPING HOLE

THAT ONLY THOSE

THAT KNOW

CAN NOW FILL

SO WE ALL CAN

CARRY ONWARD

SO AM I THE ONLY ONE

THAT FEELS THIS

BLOODY DAMN WAY

THAT NEEDS

EITHER CLOSURE

OR A BEGINNING

ON A GOOD LEVEL

ON SOME REAL LEVEL

FOOTING

WRITE, TEXT, CALL, SEE….

ALL OPTIONS

ARE AVAILABLE

FOR I DON’T HATE

I NEVER DO

IF TRULY DESIRED

A MUTUAL RESPECT

CAN WE FIND THAT

SPOT TO BE

JUST OH TO THE VISIT

THAT RESTS

IN MY MIND

AND NEVER COMES

LIKE CLOUDS PASSING

ME BY

IN THE SKY OUT

MY WINDOW

TEARS ALWAYS FALL

WHEN THE CHAIR

ACROSS FROM

MINE

STILL SITS EMPTY

FRIENDS COME

AND SIT THERE

ALL MY FRIENDS

SIT IN THAT CHAIR

FOR AN ATTACHMENT

TO SPIRITUAL

THINGS

FOR AN ATTACHMENT

TO EARTHLY

THINGS

IS JUST AS MUCH

OF AN ATTACHMENT

TO INORDINATE

LOVE

OF ANYTHING

ELSE

IS THIS SOUL

FOREVER

BOUND TO

WATCH FRIENDS

COME AND GO

AND NONE

STAY LONG ENOUGH

TO KNOW

EACH OTHERS

HEARTS

NO LONGER

TO HAVE THE

MISSING ACHE


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