VISITCHAIR
(WITH MY SWEATER AND CANE ON IT AND THE MARKS FROM FRIENDS CIGS THEY SPILL OH THE VISIT CHAIR)
VISITCHAIR
S.JENSEN © 2017
CATCHING THE FLOW
OF EMOTIONS
FROM WANING MOON
TO WAXING MOON
FOR THE NEW MOON
IS MY DAY
OH TO THE ROAD
DOWN A UNMISTAKABLE
RIVER OF PASSION
SWAM ACROSS OCEANS
PLAY WITH TIDES
LEFT MY HEART
THERE
MIXED TOGETHER
WHERE I KNOW NOT
WHAT TO DO
MY WATER WASHED
OVER AND
LEFT ME
I COOLED THOSE
EMOTIONS
WHEN AS ALWAYS
CIRCUMSTANCES
IN MY EMPTY COFFERS
FORCED
A MAJOR MELANCHOLY
HEART STILL
BOUND
YET NO WHERE
TO RELEASE THE
FRUSTRATIONS
OF MISCOMMUNICATIONS
AND LIES
TORE THE HEART
APART
BY THE VISIT
NOT ABLE TO BE MET
OH HOW COULD
ONE JUST UP
AND FORGET
THAT KNOWING
OH TO WHAT
IS RIGHT VS WRONG
KNOWING IT WAS
BEST TO LEAVE
THE FAMILY INTACT
YET OH
THE WALK FROM
THE DARK
MADE UP FROM LIES
IN THE VISIT
TOOK AWHILE
TO RECOVER
YET OH THE HEART
STILL SAYS
BUT THE REAL
FRIENDSHIP
SUFFERS IN DISTANCE
IN THE UNKNOWNS
LEFT TO BE
AS A NUTTY
BATTY FRUITCAKE
WHEN IT WAS
TURNED TOWARDS
A MAJOR SPIRITUAL
AWAKENING
AND WARNING
THEN DOWN IN THE
RIDDLES OF THIS BRAIN
IT SO CONFUSED
THE GIFTS TO CURSE
OF A SIGIL THROWN
IN MY FACE
WHICH PRODUCED
IN THE END ANOTHER SIGIL
WHERE THE
TREE OF LIFE
SO GATHERED
IN MY SOUL
I SWEAR I FELT
ALL AROUND WAS
JUST SO DARK
TO FORM AN ENDING
I JUST COULD
NOT EXCEPT
CHANGED FROM
CORE OUTWARD
IN THE BLINK
WHERE CHAKRAS ALIGNED
AND LEFT
ME
COMPLETELY IN BETWEEN
STARS
AND GROUND
WORKED MY WAY
BACK FROM IT ALL
FIGHTING THE
INVISIBLE FOES
THAT SO HAD REAL MERIT
JUST NOT IN THE
WAY OF NORM
THE MYSTIC NORN
WAS BORN
AND THE VISIT LOST
NOT IN THE HEART
BUT FROM THE
HEAT OF BATTLES
LEAVES A HOLE
ONE CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE
THE COST
DELVED INTO
MY PERSONAL
GODDESS TO
BRING INSPIRATION
TO FIGHT
WITHIN
TO BE GROUNDED
OH STANDING HERE
NOW
OH WHERE
IS THE FRIENDSHIP
I SO NEED NOW
YET IT KNOWS NOT
HOW TO APPROACH
FOR WITHOUT
FUELING SOMEONES
WRONGFUL
WRATH
ETERNALLY
GRATEFUL
TO MY INNER GODDESS
AND MY OUTER MUSES
BUT OH SO
LEFT IN LIMBO
THE HEART STILL
SOMETIMES SCREAMS
BLEEDING
FOR KINDRED SOULS
SO SWEET, SO KIND,
AND ALL WITH
SIMILAR TALENTED
PURPOSES
THAT NEED
MAYBE MASKED AS A WANT
FROM EGO TO EGO
BUT ITS STILL
BREAKING
AND HEALING
IN A CYCLE TO OVERCOME
AND MAKE SENSE
OF WHAT IS LEFT
TO FIND A WAY
TO CARRY FORWARD
CALL UPON MY
SADNESS
AND SORROWFUL
MASK THAT
WENT OUT THE WINDOW
ATTRACTED MY
DESIRES
IN SUCH A FORCE
AS NEVER BEFORE
AND DELVED A FORGED
FIRE
THAT ENDED UP
SEPARATING
THIS SOUL
AND NEEDED TO BE
BOUND
BACK INTO PRESENT
REALITIES
OF A PRIME PLANE
ON THIS MIDDLE
GROUND
ITS TOTALLY SHIFTED
THE VERY CORE
OF ME
I KNOW NOT
HOW TO FIX THIS
ITS LEFT ME
IN A SHIFT
TO TRY TO WRITE
TOOK AWHILE
OH TO THE
DEEP ESSENCE OF ME
SOLID IN THIS
SITUATION
AND TO THE VISIT
THAT NEVER COMES
OH CARRY WHERE
I WILL ALWAYS WISH TO BE
YET FOLLOW
SEEMS A DISTANT
MEMORY
AT THE PACE I RIDE
THAT HALF WAY
MARK
IS SO FAR OUT OF REACH
YET SOME TYPE
OF SOLACE IS NEEDED
STILL
FIND THE MIDDLE
SPACES
BETWEEN OUR OCEANS
TO COLLIDE
SOMEHOW
AS I SIT HERE
WONDERING
WILL IT EVER MAKE SENSE
OH TO A CHANGE
FROM THIS SO PERCHED
SPACE
FOR TRAVELING
ALONE
IS NO WHERE NEAR
WHERE THIS SOUL
NEEDS
OH TO THE HIGHER
PLANES
OF MY WONDERFUL
PAST
AND MUTUAL CURRENTS
WITHOUT FEAR
OF EARTHLY
PLEASURES
TO GET IN THE WAY
STRANGERS
YET FAR FAR FROM IT
THE GATHERED
WALLED PAGES
FLOW WITH WORDS
I HAVE NO ANSWERS TO
IS THERE NO WAY
AT ALL TO SIT
AND CHAT OVER
COFFEE OR WINE NOW
IN SOME PRIVATE
MUTUAL SPOT
TO SORT THROUGH
THIS ONESIDED VIEW
FOR COMMUNICATION
AND FEEL
FROM THE VISITING
FRIENDS
TO KNOW
THEIR EMOTIONS
THEIR NEEDS
THEIR WISHES
CAUSE ITS TIME
TO LAY THE CARDS OUT
AND NOT
DRAW THE BLOODY
JOKER
THIS CARRYING ONWARD
IN SOME
SEPARATED POSITION
IS LEFT A GAPING HOLE
THAT ONLY THOSE
THAT KNOW
CAN NOW FILL
SO WE ALL CAN
CARRY ONWARD
SO AM I THE ONLY ONE
THAT FEELS THIS
BLOODY DAMN WAY
THAT NEEDS
EITHER CLOSURE
OR A BEGINNING
ON A GOOD LEVEL
ON SOME REAL LEVEL
FOOTING
WRITE, TEXT, CALL, SEE….
ALL OPTIONS
ARE AVAILABLE
FOR I DON’T HATE
I NEVER DO
IF TRULY DESIRED
A MUTUAL RESPECT
CAN WE FIND THAT
SPOT TO BE
JUST OH TO THE VISIT
THAT RESTS
IN MY MIND
AND NEVER COMES
LIKE CLOUDS PASSING
ME BY
IN THE SKY OUT
MY WINDOW
TEARS ALWAYS FALL
WHEN THE CHAIR
ACROSS FROM
MINE
STILL SITS EMPTY
FRIENDS COME
AND SIT THERE
ALL MY FRIENDS
SIT IN THAT CHAIR
FOR AN ATTACHMENT
TO SPIRITUAL
THINGS
FOR AN ATTACHMENT
TO EARTHLY
THINGS
IS JUST AS MUCH
OF AN ATTACHMENT
TO INORDINATE
LOVE
OF ANYTHING
ELSE
IS THIS SOUL
FOREVER
BOUND TO
WATCH FRIENDS
COME AND GO
AND NONE
STAY LONG ENOUGH
TO KNOW
EACH OTHERS
HEARTS
NO LONGER
TO HAVE THE
MISSING ACHE
