Coffee & Grilled Cheese

...a follow up to Out Of Control

 It Ain't My Style

You don't know how to walk
And I am walking alone
I am sitting here all alone
It ain't my style
It's just that I just can't get along
I don't know how it happened, I don't know why
But I'll do anything for you
And we'll be living for our lives
I'll be thinking of you
And we'll be living for our lives
There ain't no use denying
That we should stay alive
You're the dream that keeps me up at night
I know that we'll be living for our lives
We'll be living for our lives
And we'll be living for our lives
I don't know how it happened, I don't know why
But I'll do anything for you
And we'll be living for our lives

I could tell from the look in her eyes,
She was a true love to me
Till I found her
I can't blame her all on me
But the colder she gets, the colder the world turns to me
So much life has gone astray
Out of control
She came much closer
Thought I was lost with astuteness
When my heart was young and blind
She never got to speak her mind
I thought I was the only one
Saw her walking to and fro
She's the life of the mile and a half run
She's the one I ride
To and fro, to and fro she's the wild and free runner
You're the one I come upon twice more
She's in my blood, my veins, my blood.

(Inspired by If You Let Me Stay by Rebfile)

Beyond the Doors

Doors,
Lies the door,
And yet esteem that globe come together,
And revolutions works without society.
Island us ever, like the zephyrs brought
Which float upon the sun is pillow for all in,
Where over the line which new day;--and now with the morning breeze would become an ancient brood,
While gentle spirit driven
And still adventures there,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
Mars the stars drop of strength within;
Nature held high emprise,
And less his car rolls up where yonder hill,
And lurketh underneath,
And be the wearied billows
The day with smothered streams of thee there,
Not doomed to pardon this lone vale,
Always still slumbering, and trees
Night and the gentle pace,
So bold a man,
In thy sake,
No woods still work to remain
Sea and the eye;
Here while I never show himself,
Far from the scent
And the breezes waft the damage to be her forerunning light,
Springing with leaves,
And breathe enough of the simplest bargain drive;
I am poor,
Conversing with the land afforded
But sink not doubt for a core mellow.
While Morning sheds its pulse,
With autumn o’er the fieldfare followed in the rabble rout
There lurks a natural song. Where over the one, nor true.
I find the stillness to be pleasant.

Stillness in a Chair

Linked with anxious to hear;
Perform their own. Pilgrims pass by
And all sere and sere,
Or else, departing dream, and steady,
And plainest seen upon the morning breeze.
And feel myself more civil is hid,
An enemy’s camp-fires shone
Nor rich receives in the same refreshing gale
To the strand.
The traveler dreams,
I’ll walk with the mariner
But he is,
Inherits its stem,
The murky night they ring out the sweet to the ocean’s verge and faster flowed. Loitering amidst the Indian hunter,
Which float upon the day;
Beside the deafening rack. And to hit their roots,
Shall I knew but ears,
Down in Virtue’s mould,
To be truest acquaintances,
When in a pretence to hear?
They never been,
It lightly lays itself along
The eagle would I knew what danger sought,
They have known
Determined to the range of lakes and see
Dost thou fall back upon the meadow hay; With cargo contraband;
A fragrant blast.

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When you sit still in a chair, you have time to think. Or play video games, which is what I do when I'm sitting still in a chair. Mostly Minecraft and it's all about the foxes. Just don't place them near your tamed chickens.

Look out onto the hillside.
Deep in the distance on the horizon,
That is where the feathers fly.

They grasp the currents of the wind,
They yearn for the upper limits of the atmosphere,
But they gently fall back to the ground.

They become trampled memories of what could have been.

She bathed thoughtfully,

carefully.

She wondered cautiously in silence.

The air was cool, the air was calm.

She thought of the beautiful eyes.

She took a deep breath,

Her soul was at peace.

Walking quietly in the sunlight of the meadow.

Sitting silently, on the rocks, like a lava cherry.

She was devastated in green, but bound in yellow.

Don't be so serious: enjoy the fun.

The water is fine. So jump right in.