Sometimes I have musings...

 
(I) feel
      the acidic bite
of the scalding liquid car crash
my textured coffee cup offers
      (me)

I’m lost in 
(y(ou)r) thoughts [games – not for pleasure, but for…
Any number of feelings] felt
need re-e(xxx)amination so
crass decisions die in head on 
collisions,
      and (we) can sleep soundly at 
night
      knowing with our hearts
      that what NEEDS to survive
       lives…oooOOO AND GROWS
so if, and when, there is a future
we can avoid all of this f(us)s
       and concentrate on
[whatever we feel is best at that particular moment]

       fastening our emotional safety belts,
and waiting for our heart’s lap bar
to lock into place
        =securing ourselves=
 from each other’s wreckLESS driving
         and eventually arriving
-no matter how many XXXXXXX detours-
safely at our designated 
         journey’s end
         our port of call
(our next trip will be easier, it’ll be straighter,
shorter, more direct, we’ll tear down barriers,
break through road blocks and have nothing
but faith in each other’s credences)

rubber/asphalt turns frustration in compassion
…and reminds us where we needs to be…
    to understand
        comprehend
            and walk a mile (or 2[or as many 
                  as it takes]
to s-t-e-a-d-y our gasping heart rates
and regulate our pulsating lungs
to take our venomous minds off
         cruise control
and obey each other’s
         speed limits



I have a friend who's poetry inspired me to write for myself
...to publish what I create...please, read, comment, and enjoy
...thank you to any of you who feel that reading this is worth your time
...I'm truly grateful.