This is also in archives @ www.atreecalledlife.com Again in a different style from what i usually write, and being new to this kind of self-projection the vocabulary is similar. It's fun to grow as a 'poet' feedback is appreciated. No fragile ego. Early Wednesday Morning Copyright Evan R. Carter 2006 A futures promise kept in the past You’ll get a novel out of me Letters are in my veins but just more livin’ to do ‘fore i can get them words across yassir, a lot more oats to sow ‘fore quiet reflections of literation are had This beat’s got some songs to sing off Somethings to dig, a woman to love Hippie’s alive again Mornin’ comes the ascended jive a communal hive growin’, growin’ relationship movin’ forth can’t see fo’shore but it’s there that’s the lure can’t y’see the sure That woman to love The great woman, help push the direction of a man into greatness, possibly, probably, fo’shore Feminism be damned by the most feminine Reality of the Woman Art is flesh, and fantasy and passion and and and the passion binds us, the art communication of the life in which we are sewing, we tried to deny but it was meant to be, for the now, for the whenever No need to keep a watch when you got this life lovin’ bender This boy that girl rambling through She always came to me now for once I’ll go to her Jack, Neal; buddy Movin’ out on the road naked is forest nymphdom Our own perpetual kingdom of living The now and the never and the tomorrow Direction of the convection of heat in our minds eyes Almost making them blind to what we need but not The build up will be worth the pay off as much as the inner cynics likes to scoff Circus Creatures of the night We’ve got our own picadilly square of delight
