Damn Words

I understand your poem fully, I mean basically you're tired of the mystery you want to meet this person.So you can make a connection on a visual level and I bet this person feels the same way.Matter a fact I know he does,but the distance is the main problem.Personally I'm in Baltimore and I wouldn't hesitate to want to meet someone as special as you.A nice Summer Vaction could be of some good use.I need to put a pic up here too,I've been meaning to but just never found the time.I really get tired of expressing myself thru poem all the time,yet in a sence I'm showing who I trully am inside.Personally I love Green Tea with a splash of lemon,I've haven't seen the ocean in years. In a game of Basketball really,I'm competitive but I'd probably let you win a game.Everything is alright just be patient,didn't you know that's a virtue. Your poem came off like your a little frustrated it's cool trust me just calm down.You should never rush thru a door if you don't know what's on the other side. Yes I do miss hearing from you, what makes me fly... Well specifically I love hip-hop my favorite artist are Kanye West Nas Jay Z I even like some alternative music and if you get the chance watch a video on you tube called Fix You from Coldplay Well I've talked enough you probably got something else to do so I'll go and let you get back what ever you were doing before you read this. Hope your not mad at me personally but if you are I can understand cause I don't like myself either somedays and then sometimes I read a poem of yours and feel like you know what...That's Inspirational Peace, Rolwright

Looked at another way Anna, without the internet probably almost none of us on this site would ever have entered each other's lives, and i can tell you that in my view my life would have been very much the poorer for that. The world is much smaller than people realise and as a traveller i have never let distance become a major impediment to any relationship...and neither should you. As for your poem of course it struck numerous chords and i very much enjoyed its heartfelt craving for real flesh and bones and loving rather than mere words and recorded thoughts and feelings. To misquote Hamlet.."words without real touch never to heaven go". As with many of your stream of consciousness poems the lack of a more defined structure does detract from the impact of your words...but i guess i'm getting used to that now and end up unconsciously imposing my own after a couple of readings. I leave you simply with the observation that the only real distance that separates us is the one that closes our hearts. Keith