a poem about happy people
I like happy people….
they shine
its warm around
happy people
(a little contagious
a little outrageous
a little gay , in the old definition way…
to be happy
around happy people
I don’t know happy well
but I can tell you happy’s warm
I know warm’ is good
I know I should get warm
and I know lonely cold
i know lonely is cold.
like sleeping alone
like feeling old
its not sad, its not bad, its not empty
its lonely
and lonely feels cold.
solitary glacial moments navigating the dawn
I miss energy
miss the frenzy
morning energy frenzy
I miss hope
know nope and mope.
and I know true
it must be true.
A fundamental law of me and you.
I know happy is warm
happy is good.
I see happy and I know that I should be
happy
I like to watch
happy.
I glow around
happy
I remember
happy.
like all of these dreams that come true when we were
happy
i remember you
happy.⅙
I think of you before dawn
sleepy still awake and dreaming
You are stranger than imagination
with all the corner monsters lurking
always lurking. This load stone creeping
changing the north point of my compass
and the dreams of hurting and crying screaming,
never… really did reach us.
creeping dreaming imaginary futures (seeming)
weaved from moments
chaste and fleeting
made of memories unrelenting
with the fox coloured hair
and legs like trojans creeping
I am melting into every moment
that brings me closer to that morning
when I am warm and naked
swirling in the bedsheets with this notion
they call happy.
this notion only fleeting
this they call happy
sparrows and the breadcrumb leavings
just another notion dreaming
an emotion slipping, dipping, bleeding
reciting, receiving
to the paranormal I am scratching, scrying, believing, hopeless believing,
hoping to mimic hearts true beating.
dream the north corner of dawn
happy seem so far gone,
childs shoes never worn
Happy you are so very fleeting.
So again until our next chance meeting
happy is simply one believing
happy is simply the act of breathing,
Solid stone with a hairline split the wider drip capillary action and the seasons naturally turned cold
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