Some of the most contemplative moments I have is when I'm driving in my car. But since I am driving, I can't exactly write them down. Certain words I hear in a song really catch my attention and I wish I could write those down as well. Stopping the car time and time again would be too easy and too much of a hassle.

What I need is one of those hand held voice recorders, ya know, with the little tapes. What would I do with all these words, you may be asking yourself. Uhhh I dunno, maybe make a book of favorite quotes or sudden epiphanies. Did I spell that right? Maybe it has something to do with being in transit? Moving fast through the world and through all the energies, or having so many other people flying past you. Do you think we can pick up other peoples stuff that way?

hhummmmm.......

the red petals

still on my mind

they may not need me

but i need them

how so childish i feel

when i can't touch or see them

the red, the red, the red

the redness of their essense

my heart drips red

only darkening their color

if only these red petals needed me

i could bloom...with her help

Flaming June

hot metals and red petals

seeping through oxygenated blues

the boy is your muse

and I am your fuse

which ones are we allowed to dream of-our suns or our moons?

How did we become so barred from our truths?

hot red sun

cold blue moon

I will be your Flaming June