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Let me see you.

The music is too loud.

It's Beethoven. It's supposed to be loud. Let me see you.

My shoes echo. They shake the paintings on the walls.

What is art-watching without the presence of others to disturb the artists? Here, let me see you.

I always get nervous when I watch live theater. Their toes come too close to the pit.

Without the possibility of failure, what would be the point? It's still worth looking at... Please?... Thank you.

When Good Friends Find Other Lovers

Love demands response
But unClaimed hearts hand out
Bitter (sweet?) feelings

Compliance begs three
To even out the hand.
(Begging is no-good)

"Let eros begin…"
(But still! Hearts allow agape!)
"Let others end!"

Reason For All (This) Nonsense

The time has come when the expression of one's self must be regarded by others for the variety of opinion as well as the honing of perception. Of art, that is. And possibly our own (and other's) enneagrams. The angle at which we see things has been molded and colored by our childhood, by our rationality, religion, even financial status, and may our efforts be utilized to see (and regard) those colors for what they stand for and what they really are.

This is my attempt at letting you come be apart of my journey and attempt at finding and expressing my angle. Please, lend me yours if you feel so inclined.

Work In The Morning Is Ruthless

Scald the chilled dawn: desecrate my safe slumber
Mauled indulgence sheds my innocent feathers
By ten o'clock: great accomplished endeavors
But desire sleeps while action wins prized honors

Scooby Snacks

Monsters looming all over the room
Foreboding furs of blues and greens
You scare few, but impact many
Silly monsters, you take things too seriously
I laugh out of turn, too much, too flippantly
But you still look goofy,
For all of your extra large teeth
And garlic allergies
Swollen eyes and sniffy noses
From the Italian supper