06-23-2015, 12:00 AM
then its about the meddle
a frog comes a frog goes
upon a mirroring pond
leaping here and there of course
you whats next on a frond
decisively calculative and precise
one step proceeds the next
the ultimate aligned exacting precision at its best
the toes that grasp the splash that past
the nimble frolicking wave
lest not forget the wave that's traveled that the pores of flesh had craved
dearest froggy nimble and fast and wet and slipping to pass from frond to frond
in love with lilly's active role as her softness and how she would respond
the love the passion the dust and the splashing
a frog was a frog was a frog
whats in a name dear human no shame
its the passion and splashing and fashion
dear human acceptance blessing through yet this
i cannot clear throat of a name
so now when decisive and pleasant and confident
the frog would leap as he passed
would land on the lilly pad direct in his path and not so much by the skin of his ass
the mirror of pond which revealed his subtle skin was fractalized in such a display
to show where to jump and where he he had been and where he was going today
connected by the fracture held together by rapture
and driven to find the next phase
twas the heart held together in place what was found and found it was in exact phase
skill was one thing the water another reflection and passion and fire
the sky beaming down alighting the fronds to respond to their own inner desire
and was it enough ?
love was enough
whats the trade ? intensity ? same thing
in its purest form
expanding "connectedness"
the path given ? responds
power ? a dream
responsibility yours and mine
crossing paths
only natural
preference ? personal and collective
even infinite beyond initial "spheres" connections
a frog comes a frog goes
upon a mirroring pond
leaping here and there of course
you whats next on a frond
decisively calculative and precise
one step proceeds the next
the ultimate aligned exacting precision at its best
the toes that grasp the splash that past
the nimble frolicking wave
lest not forget the wave that's traveled that the pores of flesh had craved
dearest froggy nimble and fast and wet and slipping to pass from frond to frond
in love with lilly's active role as her softness and how she would respond
the love the passion the dust and the splashing
a frog was a frog was a frog
whats in a name dear human no shame
its the passion and splashing and fashion
dear human acceptance blessing through yet this
i cannot clear throat of a name
so now when decisive and pleasant and confident
the frog would leap as he passed
would land on the lilly pad direct in his path and not so much by the skin of his ass
the mirror of pond which revealed his subtle skin was fractalized in such a display
to show where to jump and where he he had been and where he was going today
connected by the fracture held together by rapture
and driven to find the next phase
twas the heart held together in place what was found and found it was in exact phase
skill was one thing the water another reflection and passion and fire
the sky beaming down alighting the fronds to respond to their own inner desire
and was it enough ?
love was enough
whats the trade ? intensity ? same thing
in its purest form
expanding "connectedness"
the path given ? responds
power ? a dream
responsibility yours and mine
crossing paths
only natural
preference ? personal and collective
even infinite beyond initial "spheres" connections

