“The Boats Rock”

“The wind is blowing again, the docks are rocking,

The boats move with a gentle motion of this ocean,

we have created!

Evan in this dock rocking wind the fire you have started in my heart

keeps me warm, i’d be a fool not to say the wind is welcome for the fire is hot!

I came to this place of ours to see the sins and the results of our grand works!

Who really won todays race, If we where boats it would be us I suspect!

There really was a sailboat race that day but the real race was in our hearts souls and minds!

I only say such things because it was not your vivd beauty that first attracted me it was your soul so beautiful Like a ancient temple that once stood on that cliff!

I am so caught up in the fishing nets of your mind each piece of fiber that makes up the netting are like strands of light in a sea of dark tides, it keeps me burning inside the most wonderful heat in a unrecognized upper class of our hearts!”

I just love overly layering things, love always runs deep in sea of the heart! Perhaps life is good! perhaps i scheduled this for tomorrow instead of today i’m a we bit tierd today but out i shall go after i hit publish and a shower! I have so much more writing done an ready to be revised but this is the last one for today thats not just a catalog of my journeys through the day! it’s odd to think i have finialy found my balance in life! or maybe i’m just manic again, or perhaps it’s temporal fracturing in my brain trying to find out who is my soul mate!


Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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