Ring Ring ( Take 1000)

ring ring

yes, the telephone calls once again..

take 1000

am I really sure

I've been the one

to answer it?

after all..

i’ve bared the brawl..

i’ve lived a life of constant change

the big, the small

oh yes, but the rejection still makes me feel small

when I exposed myself (lights, camera, action)

I allowed it to happen

i’ve owned it

and i’ve moved on

oh, how I’ve learned…

but, as my outward returns

something in body still feels quite wrong

like what will it take for my self to feel like I’ve belonged

with an other (to feel like I belong)

I feel more like the other each and every day..

but, what more can i take of me - what more will it take from me

when both my days and my nights have been long

and as I fell asleep, my dreams tuned the visions

that screened

they screamed,

“alice wake up, Alice wake up”

too lost in wonderland

so it seems

sew the seams

INTERTWINED with INFINITY

but, what DOS it take for these words to be rhythmically woven

into the songs that i’ve spoken

this little life continuously strings me along

oh how I choose to sting, and to sing, and to be stung

like oh , i’ve strayed stringin’ along

on the path I pave

it’s long

-so long- was it wrong.

I was wrong.

Aubrey James

was a fantasy

i’ve named

and prayed for

every day

yet this butterfly book.. doesn’t know how to go on…