8/16/2015

That I Would Be Good

There is no containment of emotion
A journey looming 
Epic time: an epopeya
On a pedal
But no longer repeating myself 
Born to bloom

There are ripples and jiggles 
In the stomach it's all wiggles
A route undiscovered 
The Old Continet at night in a tent

Will I be robbed? 
Will I be attacked? 
Will I be run over by a truck? 

Life as it happens 
A new project into the unexpected 
The risk of testing the body
Of elevating a commitment
Of taking on the challenge of celebrating 30
 
How do you raise knowledge of what thirty means? 
How do you capture the craft of living three decades? 
Of the evolution of sounds heard and of friendships felt? 
Of love never felt and the void of no drawer sharing space?
How do you account for the primary makers of you who have dissipated? 
How do you thanks the ones who remain? 

It rocks like thirty
It smells like thirty 

How do you do single out three learnings? 
How do you allow yourself to more love making? 
How do you pause to claim that what you are is what you want? 

A virgin? Always 
A guru? No longer 
A rocker? Yes please

What 30 accounts is just rapid living 
Growth into own for many and for most of us decoupling
Of what we once were and what we now are 
We are young 
We are stronger 

I want a broken heart 
Known present 
I want to craft a master piece 

30 for 30

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