i do it

you guess the shape and my mind takes it
you suggest the colour and my mood takes it
you state the reason and i seek it

you feel the need and my thief steals it
you shape the time and my day closes
you take the red and i want it

you come too late and my life crumbles
you sit to talk and my confusion utterly…..
you show the way and i lose it

you plead with tears and my tears stop
you sing to the stars and my sky freezes
you give the command and i do it

©2005 Hey Hey

I love it.

I only wish I could have an effect like this, for the good and the healing of those I love.

I feel such a sense of utter futility at times.

You are writing well, and you say I am writing well. My son is writing well, for that matter. I guess that's about all we can do. I hope it helps.

Thanks for being my friend, and for writing so well.

you are writing well, your son is writing well, i am writing well (?), i hope silke is feeling well. she is certainly writing well. i wish you well. well, well. i'm so happy that you are back.

I am happy to be back as well. It's not so bad here, not at all. Kevin's place was an absolute hell. I don't know who was behind the tremendous push to keep me out of there, but it worked: I'm back here and grateful for it.

If you have any communication with Shawn, would you ask him to knock that last "emeritus" off my "group" name, and to send my recent work to my editor for the book (I should've asked Bill this too... Shawn seems to listen to him...).

Who knows, who knows... The little bell flowers are blooming along my driveway today, I notice, and it is far warmer outisde than inside this old haunted house of mine.

I know there is hope out there somewhere.

My children tell me they are proud of me, that I am getting famous.

God, I wish I could understand and enjoy a bit o' that. But I will never be arrogant at least. If ever I have seemed arrogant, like with those flamers we had here, it was just desperation and insecurity, to see my world turned upside down.

I find my world rather upside down at the moment, but my response is but greater humility; I feel so small and helpless.

Well, enough of all this. Please forgive me! I will post this damned sonnet and "move on."