Words rumble

    Oh how so much of me wants to word things right
but somehow I still get tongue tied. Reading for an
hour or so, the words upon the lines seem to make
some sense. Still there is so much mess involved. So
here I close the book as my eyes wander over to
the computer.

    All in hopes that a friend has read yet another
one of my poems. Oh how at times I feel like I am
spilling the beans to everyone. Still if there was a
better way for communication I would jump for it.
How, where would it be? Ah I cannot ask, just hope
that the way is found through the right channels.

     The mind seems to want to ramble on and on
about this subject. So much my ears vibrate to the
point of screaming pain in my neck and temples.

    Still I pray for some resolution to my questions.
How, why is not something to forget. Oh I just merely
continue into the evening, morning hours doing,
something some call, constructive to ease the mindset
of demanding answers to questions I cannot even
completely voice.

     Still it is okay to wonder about them just as long as
the spirit, the conscience doesn't get pulled down,
hidden. No secret agenda. Just open and curious
to all possibilities of communication via a friendship.

    Hoping. Holding out on that hope, that dream to
be given. Oh the prayers that echo inside my mind
among all the violent torment of a migraine. To fall
asleep, now, may end all but the words. They will
still be floating, commanding their voice be heard on
paper, in a blog. Anywhere just out!

    So here I sit waiting for all the letters to combine
to complete all that is sitting so vibrant on the edge
of my tongue.

    Funny how that happens, is it not?

    Dear friend now sure what this poem was supposed
to signify but the need for writing it was
overwhelming. So somewhere deep inside me an
expression beckoned the usage of my fingertips. I
hope you hear and understand because I don't.

    So good night now. Sleep is knocking against my
eyelids. Curving the paleness over radiant sky
blues. Entertain me this once and find a way to
answer.

   Smile. Enjoy. Good dreams to keep you warm.
I laugh because I know mine will.