Heads Up

We move around and about each other, and here we are suffering so long to be seen. Waiting out the wheather and watching out for the fog to clear. Watching as it both rejects and accepts the wandering vessels that stumble into its snare. But nothing is there once that condensed whiteness clears and we never realize that the thing we have been searching for just waved to us a moment ago. Layer upon layer are we weighted down until we forget the ideas and solutions to solve the disturbances that parade about like a gypsies idea of dancing. We have become so skilled at telling our mind to go to sleep during the nights self indulgent talk has the floor. Far too many "could have beens" have these pupils gazed upon. It seems that every person remembers to forget to speak so as to belong to a simple unadressed people. Well I do not desire simplicity. I know what twere to be a man and what a beast and only the behemoths of the Earth are to be dumb in their fuzzied heads, but we are given hearts and with them we beat savagely, and that is the true nature of our kind is it not? To string a chord of disruptive words as lovely and deafening as the clang of pots and pans that fall to the floor. As lovely as the songs songbirds echo through the air and climb up on sped up eighth notes till everything is moving in God motion. This is what I want to be and these are the fruitful harvests of my thoughts. "Heads up" says the wind, " the leaves are everywhere."