Wasi has something to share

Insatiable this need-want-craving-obsession to get every thought, every idea, every movement and memory across to share, in flowing couplets, or stilted rhymes in reams, over pages, or just a line And yet the desire remains unmatched by the ability to relate So the fever of the passion felt remains just that - only experienced, unshared Every scribble, scrawl, printed or penned desperate to relay the intensity that pulls everything crashing together a million images at once impacting and exploding through every corner of my mind starbursts and sunsparks at the sight of a photo that recreates, not imitates or a turn of phrase that reaches in and twists me wrong-side out and upside down But how in the world to assimilate and convey exactly how each ignites inside beyond fathoms each sends me soaring, propelled by awe, suspended by the wonder How to make you know what I know, feel just what it all makes me feel, understand what I'm trying to tell you? Impossible.

each time I think I've reached resolution got to some sort of standing place in my head i realise, too late, those guiding lines I let go are still so very necessary so I'm left, dizzy and spinning in my attempts to go it alone, or perhaps in the aftermath of opening myself to too much newness all at once my heart sirges with each discovered twist every novel revelation or interpretation but my head - overloaded, this excitement fatal to rationale short-fusing the only to deal with this mass fusion, more, mass confusion floating, spent, back down to conformity but even so, still compelled to snatch at each shiny new idea on offer

--Slips & scribbles stuffed into diaries-- Take me up and away Let’s float high on ebullient inconsequence Make disregard our means to an end Escape our end to all meaningless Shutter take it down put it away shut it out anything to escape No night too dark no way too narrow Any shout let it out release or risk the explosion building up inside. Take it apart with your own two hands No one else will do it for you. Better accept it’s up to you, kiddo, no hero, no lone ranger to come riding out of the sunset, except perhaps to pick up his hat which he forgot in his haste to get out. Oh wot laughs! Shelter shimmering shameless nights. Altering alternate overview overclouded upbraided unnested from its comfort perch. Brought out and made to face th emusic Face up to its responsibilities Take it down a notch or two Pause - gasp for breath. Overwhelming overbearing incident accident subsume human thought devoid of warmth descants of fresh pain screaming in the silent night What tuneful de...

(Sorry they're a little late...) ---Slip--- Melancholia grips Its favourite stance When it catches me unawares, Wavering. Goes in for the choke hold Somehow misses, Snatches only my resolution. Leaves me a pathetic apathetic Sole denizen of this nowhere place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ~If we hadn't met~ The world would be an inordinately sadder place If it should have been that we had not met. Obviously, we'd have known nothing about it, Gone on with our lives, Spent them with others who wouldn't have been quite perfect for us, But, in the event, worked quite well enough. No, we'd have been pretty much unaware. But the universe would've felt the loss of what could've been; House-tumbling tremors at its mournful sighs. The angels, looking down, would've shaken their heads, Exchanged pitying glances as they shrugged wings, Solar eclipse gestures at the foolishness of Man. Lucky then, in our blissful ignorance, That we stumbled on each othe...