(3)

And we will practice the softness, the smoothness, the glitter every day, We will feel it in our own words,

and those words will flow like butter,
and they will flow into pages,
and they will become lovely letters,
and this is the way for me.

And I don't know what else wants to come through
but I know I reach awfully close to a favorite number
and I know that I carry quite the runner
and I know that I can extend the path - just a bit - if I break the lines -
less than I'd like to admit
and a dance here is a dance there
and a stare over there is the one who doesn't care
and we run here and we run
there and we access that river
and we breathe in the love
we breathe in the flow
we breathe in the smoothness
that is always there
It's hidden under the sickness - it's hidden -
under a stair -
case that I carry with such an excellent tune,
A hum and a bum into you
A stranger crossing my path,
Snick snack,
Tick of the tack,
Crick to the clack
Of a smoothest sack of patatos. Pat at at on your soft little head.

(2)
And when the river unlocks such bliss, we can respect this, and you can respect that
And I may not be a perfect leader
And I may not be the best host
But I can respect you - and you can help me learn to remember to respect you.
And then you can come out, that seems a pretty good deal for a relationship yes?
It seems a little fair, a little transact in the care a little dance, to the hair
So go ahead take over a tune, dance along to my lifelong June,
because I'm here to love and loved me,
I don't need sense as much as sense needed me.

Because I love you, my dear, I love you, you hear! I'm channeling away fear and I'm asking you to come near!
I'm carving into butter, I'm turning my stutter into the room with no clutter,
The story with only sea, the friend in you becomes the friend in me
And the words we see
And the tune they carry
No matter which way you chose to take the ferry
A circling hastanza, a capital bonfire felt
The pebbles we seek
Glistening just below the soft new snow

(1)

The words spill through and they unlock

And we're here too and in such a way we might never stop,
we might not need all the attention in the world
When our words turn the butter
and the attention turns to the butter
and the world fills with what spills

And it's possible isn't it
And that's why you want it - isn't it

But you're grinding against the grain - friend
You're running up against your own resistance
and the only way forward is in flow
and the only way forward is in flow - don't you know

Where to follow - me - and where to go
When you can't comprehend
When I couldn't summon words and thoughts fast enough -
and I began to outrun myself -
and empty the tank
lest it be filled with spirit, instead of the ways of this world,
a sea of creation, instead of the top of the nation
in such a station, and in such a way, and such a tune is this
and if you just allowed me to write forever I'd give you a kiss, dear
I'd give you a handwritten note that you could keep forever
you sweet and forever I seek
What a time
And I can take time for you
And you can make time for this

(3)
And woe is me for songs to sing
And we unlock into a glean

and you can distract me
but you can't have this

you can't have the love carved out of the stone
in the shadows of my home

In the rocks and decrepid places
I am cleaning house - I am making this
In such a way, and such a day, and such a tay, was hidden away
And such a love, we could never say
And you were there - waiting to possess - me -
and I was here - waiting to be possessed - and waiting to be loved
and happy

(2)
And I love you
And I say,
There's so much we haven't traveled,
there's so many places to say - and so many faces to gray - and so much love on the way
and there is no break - and there is no time - other than this - in order to rest - in order to kiss
And I run - in such a way - that my god follows me -
And we run - in such a way - that a tune beckons my call
But - most of all - her shower, shall, and how many words of yours -involve the other - and what heresy in that
And why
Because that is not the deeper beauty - that is not the love beneath the sky - and oh that feminine sky - we saw -
we sung, we sighted, we plighted -
we mighted - loved - the days -
we mighted - loved - the ways -

the words formed into buttery treats -
buttery goodness -
and buttered sweets,
They flowed into a carving
but there's a way they became your favorite,
There's a way that all the words became your favorite
and you called them all together to listen to you sing under the tree,
you just kept going and you let it be

(1)

A battery

I see
In front of me
And I make the words come out
Whether they have meaning or not
And such weight to introspection
And such merit is this
And such ludicrous
When the words instead
Spill onto pages like buttered paint
And how the paint has become soft
And the butter has become clay
and how clarity and clay
form a bitty itty witty substance
And I'd love to learn to play with substance
To form
With
This tool
That could produce love,
That I could find within
And it could be yours
For the low, low price,
of Sonic the Hedgehog's chaos emeralds
That's all I ask
I'm a simple
Tune

And let's be honest, shall we,
What a night in Bali
I have never been
But I should surely hope to
Learn where Bali is
Were I ever to go there one day