h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It grows ,in a place , not quite an overture,
Sure but it now dwells in this place ,
awaiting pulsating, sensational,
yet unexplainable so obtainable ,
Earth shattering ,
Vibrating contemplating natures
Natural progress , i digress
sinking in to dreamlike meditation ,
affirmations of this addiction
to dictionional seduction ,
suction by words ,so
O observe the sounds around ,
The carousels
for my whispers.
Whispering ,
kiss kiss
miss

Miss,
Kiss, kiss
Touch, taste, bliss
Flushing, hush of brush
Of words, absurd, alluring, mirrored
Cured of crinkled, tinkled thoughts brought
Taught to tame insane the tune
Moon sharing hum with stars and
Glass; sharp, sheer and smooth
Proving groove to live and
Learn, and love and laugh again
Bo hit and miss
C'mere dear soul
Kiss, kiss...

one of those early seeds that are still growing will leave over night here ,as one of the first teachers of so much in recall,

Brush Script MT mem jog
First time saw loves light was one night in may,
Still smile once n a while ,as I recall ,a Lamp post
Would have heard those sound s of the four bells had
The church on the corner been sounding navy time.

Thirty years more since been there
My first affair was there on this path past the lamb and church yew,
Down Victoria drive turn left to face a horse of the past, at last

I arrive to manhood under light of stars and the
Moon
It was ended to soon
But with me for all of times passing for ever ,hope she reads this,
She taught be much ,such is fate great memories

I know now how to tell some of you those
Feing first felt on wet grass

For the very next night to my delight we sloped off down an alley
And double parked against a garage
For a while
A smile
smiled

Then later that week we sneaked through gildridge park light was bright
The moon still was full ,and down by the brook near some trees and flowers
I was took to a Garden as sweet as vida gita ,

Perhaps as I write in recall mayas no fool for the reason why she went back up north
this was good bye for better or worse with love not a curse,
For family and honour so as not to tempt fate
And leave it to late, she must face her mate and mend fences,
Or break them down for once and for ever.

But better yet still got letter from that girl, jenny ,still see her face, standing
There smiling lying in my arms passing our last night away, ten years later
We met once again ,on some steps with a view to the sea,
She was down to visit her daughter.

We at once both saw,
Memories store of good times with no need to explain just a joining of two pieces
Of the puzzle of life

Oh how sweet a joining, does pierce my heart to think of it, but in a good way, as our loves never leave us, thank you Logicus

I just feel honoured to have this posted through my letterbox. Cheers, Logicus.

SP

This is just so beautiful and soulful; so full of crushes, loves, life and experience. I had to read it over and over...
No one can write this as gorgeous as you. <rose.

jen just sent you the other bits to this as they are as scattered as,
the love's are

And yes, I received the gift and replied. Jigsaw pieces that slip like silk... Stunning. Thank-you.

Jen
x

What bliss!You created a perfect title also

I agree abbi! And this bit is tops for me:

Vibrating contemplating natures
Natural progress , i digress
sinking in to dreamlike meditation ,

though it deserves better grammar.

For me too fari!
I vibrated at a higher rate while reading it

It grows in a place not quiet, quite an overture, but is it pure.
this wish. Kiss, kiss..miss swish my lips with licks and flicks
Ticks with the tip of your tongue, make me numb come undone
So come run explore my mouth, then travel south to my navel.
be playful, be brave be rash with a dash of pious impropriety.
make me think, make me sink into the bowels of heaven or hell.
let me grow, let me know, forget too remember, to slumber in sleep.
Am I dreaming not sure but now dwelling in a place, beneath my face.
A space so ornate pulsating, awaiting sensational grace thoughts race
yet unexplainable so obtainable, earth shattering, insatiable.
I Vibrate, contemplating natures natural progression unstable
I digress while sinking in to dreamlike meditation, all playful
In affirmations of this addiction of directional seduction
this suction by words, so O'h observe the sounds around.
infecting erecting directing affecting, affliction of diction.

Spin like carousels with those whispers: Whisperings,
kiss kiss miss Miss, Kiss, kiss Touch, taste, bliss swish
Flushing, hush of brush lush rush Of words, absurd, heard.
so alluring, mirrored on ceiling and flooring. Then soaring
Its cured insides all crinkled, sung to thoughts brought forth
Taught to tame shame insane to the tune swoon of the Moon
sharing a hum with stars and some shards of the far distant stars.
Those of glass; satiny sharp, sheer and silky smooth so sooth.
It soothes improving the groove to live and learn burn to yearn.
I will learn, and love and laugh again, explain the pain of not
knowing of you the one who dwelt deep deep inside my soul.