actionary desire

I want to I
I want to show I sensitivity
without looking weak
I want to take I blush inside
and turn it around into the expression of who I am
I want to plant the seeds of what I’ve listened
and be able to let it grow into an orchard of knowledge
I want to be appreciative of this miracle
I want to walk and walk and walk
always keeping my attention
on the moments lust
wiping the crust off
my once tired eyes
claiming the prize of today
I want to wake as a newborn baby
clean slate, white sheet of paper
I want to clean out my foods
my mysterious McDonalds moods
and mention the blunders of meat processed wonders,
the internal creeping thunder within

I want clean feet and automatic mobile units of love
to sweep down
and grasp my tenderness with its light...
I want plastic chair-stuck underwear
life to bear
without a care
as I still care about it all
Standing Tall
I can see what I want
and now ask if I saw what I wanted,
haunted I am, that I am now change
vaunted to expedite I succulent range
Strange
as facts surely settle in
and grin, to the fact
that I still want to push forward
only four words to be spoken
"action happens to life"


©1999 by Yosh