The quality of your thoughts

 






With every stroke of the alphabet,
I search through cyberspace,
Looking for someone,
Whose face I do not know,
Whose complexion I do not care,
Whose money don't phase me,
Whose culture I don't mind learning,


But whose thoughts complement all my senses,
Even the ones that make me feel good from time to time,
Leaving me mesmerized,
Thinking about the feelings of yesterday,
To relieve the moments of tomorrow.


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As far as I search through cyberspace,
It never ceases to amaze me,   Each time I look around,
And scroll up or down,  I get nothing but psychological script,
Parading in style like madigra on a mockery band.
Yet as I continue to navigate the cyberspace of thought,
Where the temple of great minds just might flourish,
It brings hope knowing that I can find someone,
Whose thoughts intrigue me,
And whose wisdom illuminates me.






I try to entertain the thoughts that fulfill me,
And see what I can get from it as it moves me,
Like the stories  the horseman tells,
The flying balloons of the sky where married couples kiss,
--Scattered like pigeons,
Blending  the blues like the rainbow,
Waving the wind goodbye,
As they disappear in a cloud.




I search through your thoughts,
  Looking for comforting words,
(You colored me with nice prose,)
I then realized that kind words can bring joy at everyone's end,
So I control my words in respect to those at my end,
So that they experience the same joy like everyone else.


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As hard as I try, I can't convince myself that time is of the essence,
There is no time,   But there is movement,
Like two end points on a map,
The distance traveled is the time I'v spent looking for you.

Trying to reach you on a higher level was of course my first mistake,
You live your life like a bird without a niche,
Looking to make a home with a branch that ain't yours to house,
Hoping that a strong wind helps you out along the way.



The tree leaves falls, Forming a path to follow,
And as they turn into rich soil,
The environment becomes the habitat,
Ah, But not all relationships can flourish there.




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Then I realize --maybe I'm not aiming high enough,
So again, I bring my sentiment one step closer for your love to be felt,
And there you were waiting to welcome me,
You knew it all along,
  Had I tried hard enough,
I would one day elevate myself,
To a place where great thoughts are once again valued,
And that we would finally meet,
And be able to communicate,
Beyond the cognizance of any visionary sense,
On a lower level,
Where association of culture  thrives in relationships.


Mold us, bond us into the one we were meant to be.




......   the poetry thief lifted this from a comment stream
           while researching the song  Autumn Leaves
             and lost the thread and thus the name of the poet








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