Reason For Living.

Reason For Living.

How did we come to be here, at this precise moment
In times where our minds so full of the other so involved,
My mind refraining can stop not, from thinking or not
As you empathise when I am, full of woe's, in minds mind
The tribulation in my mind, my past life, forget I can not
But they won't listen not, the infernal cacophony's in one's mind
The ambiguity..the obsessiveness within's.  too much,
One can not abide, But the gladness within one's mind
Taking time, to listen to my woe's, reliving the tribulation within.
The easiness between us is such, that when I speak my mind
 I hold not back, speaking my mind, judging me not
Whether I should have said this or not...you do me good.
To quieten down this brain of mine, most times turmoil within
Reaching a point that I believe can sustain not emphatically.
But suffice to say the impetuous of my being, saying what I should not!
But my mind will desist not, from what I feel within my heart.
Or Is it just your kindness, when my soul's in turmoil
Trying to relive making light of it, reaching a point where,
Of you I can not do without, your words like a balm quietening
Calming my mind my soul, from within
Cooling the fires in this mind of mine, that at times
That at times growing obsessively
Growing wild, like a primitive forest, wild so wild.
Behind that waterfall of life,
Standing behind those gossamer curtains, crystal-like.
In this said waterfall where love was born,
Feeling the love within,
As you kiss my eyes my lips the euphoria within me
Reaching to kiss your lips, you smile the wanting in me!
My mind working overtime, how to reach the height's
This need! within, looking at me with those blue, blue eyes
So cool like my blue sky's, the cool waters behind, the waterfall
Reaching as if life has no meaning, as I kiss your eyes your lips
The hunger from within the sigh's, your hands whispering over me
With that touch that only he, can make me feel this, wanting.
Your hands whispering softly so softly
Doing things to my mind, a restless mind the wantonness.
I believe can not, this feeling this neediness to make love or not
Sufficing to say indeed listening to reason not... I'll not reason
Reaching a point such as this, the temptation is such
To go with the flow or not, my mind has no reasoning.
Where minds can reason not, with these primitive thoughts
Good for my soul he is, lifting my spirits from the mire
Of my thoughts, reliving my troubled soul my mind.
But a lid I must keep on..my mind,
The impetuousness of my being, good may not be for me.
But good for my soul he is, he relieves the pain within.
When my minds in turmoil, all I need to do is call..
The cool waters within him, making life worth living
Listening to his wisdom,
But a lid I must keep on, on these feeling of mine!
Or riot they'll run, causing destruction,
Turbulence in one's mind.
The reason for living.
   
                                By Connie James.