Scott thinks five

HAVE MORE WORK ON IT SOON TO COME 

       MOON MATTER PI Sunset, a shadow assisted view A beautiful equation Of eons and trials and errors For our personal enjoyment of knowing That another in another place looks to it Dreams of sweetness and unity Moon a mirror, for souls to yearn a connection Comes the hindrance of insecurities Like Pi no ending. Animal nature takes over Mind connection never the answer Feelings played. the excuses made Thinking in time, this will not be matter Dust will become the real history Dreams float through the cosmos Moon matter Pi

I NFLICTED AFFECT A special place exists Not to be seen or known Only felt, only to be hidden in reality Will not explain what goes through the soul When close or just seen Door shut in the face, only to know too well The heart is fond, only to never get close Enjoyed will be a quick laugh, maybe a simple touch The word nice out loud, gorgeous in the heart whispered loudly Guess that will be good enough In many ways’ happiness is wished Sweet dreams and a smile that shines Goofy and weird others will say Know that someone hand is there Inflicted by you affected this so ul

                        SINGLE BLUES DREAM To say your more in the dream Would only diminish what is really seen in the heart Blame the silly emotions and unexplained thought connection That happens more than is caught In the wee hours of mumbles of remembering the scent of the smile That lifted a weary spirit While the heart swings for the rhythm of a different drum Logic sings love is for the foolish With eyes closed, the dance of what may never be begins That is the magic that is brought Only to toss and turn through sheets of restless sleep Waking to the empty darkness comforted by leftover dream feeling Lost to the deepness of controlling this heart reaching out

ALONE IN SILENT No tears, no smiles Just silence of a rhythm Thinking of why the heart wants what it can’t have Emotions aside, a slight mind grin listening to the laugh Eyes closed seeing the sparkles of the eyes from silly things that they do Little or no signs, of what it is stirred when close An infatuation that seems to have grown A deep inhale of the daydream with just two A deep exhale of reality, looking at the single glass half full A simple life, with many difficult strings attached In a smirk, whisper the words get what you give Alone in silence