Feeling like a Long Blue Moan

I love: the art in and of expression...

I hate: limitations of any kind...

I fear: never having been *felt*...

I hope: there is a Heaven...

I hear: Music, all the time...

I crave: human understanding...

I regret: ever hurting anyone...

I cry: for abused children...

I care: so damn deeply..

I always: breathe...

I feel alone: in my solitude & dig it muchly...

I listen: closely to the lyrics of jazz...

I hide: my deepest pain from others...

I drive: some people crazy...

I dance: with each stride of my walk, yo...

I write: because it lets my soul sing...

I act: like a gentleman... most times...

I miss: the people I’ve lost...

I eat: new KNOWLEDGE...

I drink: vodka martinis, str8-up w/ a twist...

I learn: that life continues presenting new lessons...

I feel: I am a work in progress...

I know: a Creator exists...

I sleep: with dreams as constant companions...

I wonder: why I don’t have wings to fly...

I want: to heal.. .

I worry: about the future...

I have: a cosmos in me...

I fight: my insecurities...

I need: to purge sometimes...

I am: a human being w/one beak of song...

I think: I'll sing.

One.