Ride On: The art of Jesse

~~ A lesson in Life ~~

So what truly is that intimate moment?  The one where feelings and emotions dominate?

Where does it come from!  From what area in our minds and our hearts does it stem?

So many times the feeling has come over us; where it does not make any sense to continue, yet we persist in staying in that emotional and erotic dimension...  where does it truly come from?

Still looking at the obvious, why do we keep coming back to stay for what seems an eternity of time and space, yet in actuality, it is only for those candid areas where moments are more accountable than the words of our family, and our friends...  We persist to stay here and now.  Let me not know the consequences, let me not realize where I am heading;

For if I could discover where they come from, and from where it roots, I could not persist in listening to the rational expression of the reason...

So I must say that I will keep moving forward, and keep on keeping on with that abstract attendance, where I can be free to be myself, even if it means losing my self respect, and closing my mind to the rational.  The location of my heart where nothing makes any difference, and even if it came into my present clear thoughts, it would disrupt my present moments...

For truly experiencing life, and love, and breathing the one of the other where the scent is so sweet, and so profound my nerves, and my soul persist me into that erotic oblivion.  I suppose some day I will listen to my friends, and to my counsel, and when standing naked in the after shower, I can look at myself in the eyes and say, I am free.

However, there are so many flares coming my way.  And with those come the arrows that fly by way of being truly civilized, yet how old and morbid they are!  How could they suppose to suggest a better alternative to my heart?

I suppose now, and into the future never to listen to those who will destroy my heart, and that includes looking into your eyes; Which by the way, solve all of my problems, and suppress all of my pains.  Let me not be distracted by the Click, and the Politik, let me not sway away from where I want to be...
 In YOUR ARMS!