Like A New Dance Craze !

Your not under-cover ! Your just you, and you again each and every-day, and you don't care at all ! The expense is great, and far below the hand-shake of just the old one-two, said to be, oh so true !

You reach out but not unto the skin. Frustration begins again and again, with each step entered in, "each new dance", they've set-up for you. The table looks, oh so fine, and they await your words to get out of hand, and then the so called table of beauty will disappear with the new dance steps.

Yes, so on and on it goes, and where she will come to stop, no-one knows, it was spoken in so-so many a-ways ! The craze of the new dance is almost done, and then you step out and back a-way, only for her to have to begin again. The payment must be paid, but your not paying attention like that of what is suppose to be the norm !

Like unto a alien, in the world and not of it, with no ship or loose lips needed ! Two natured to her so called, one and only ! Don't talk religion, she cries out ! The blood must be given to promote the sympathetic approach ! This brings in what what was so called once left behind, and then again another day steps in like a new dance, but ever so quickly at that ! Distrust comes again with your new dance that needs no request now for you to even ask to step in ! Desperation is at hand, in a "angel of light" type way, you can't help but feel ! Emotions go beyond religion !

How can this be ? Never took this long before ? How many doors, do I have to come to open, to be adored with the many who have come to go before me? I dare not cry out to them, as they have their own work at hand. Failure comes when I go down on my knees and come to mean it, beyond their helping hands.

My thoughts are going beyond any dance, I've ever came to know, of this world. Is there only one, such as this? Maybe I should move on, but yet there's something here that I can't seem to leave. I turned my cheek but the ear still couldn't help but hear. Faith has no end !

No wind is there to whisper, but yet still I can't help but to try to live on, as the new dance isn't coming from me and me alone, and it goes beyond my flesh ! What have I stepped into? Could it be, what some have came to call, the draw of faith, and something more, conviction, that I seem to like, in some stranger than strange way from this stranger that was once only human to me, without soul of spirits heart?

Twist of fate, but why come to wait, again and again? I want more than me and my so called flesh alone to love ! I want the world to come to dance a-new and free, beyond the use me, off-the-tracks. Free comes to easy for the foul tongue, and the man-hood of even the so called woman alone can avoid the foul tongue better than most men.

Love needs the soul free in me, to dance beyond my flesh alone ! The stranger may come to dance with me by grace, should I step-off my ways of the norm. To wait for another stranger, and come to fall short with nothing to show but a dance of the norm, is to much food for me to live with to swallow again, I fear with hope in the right direction.

To take in more conviction to my soul, will never come to upset me like the wine and dine of the norm. For what is the dance but to live to see it like even the foul of the earth, have came to love, even better still than man alone, with what he has came to call a dream? It's a night-mare since I've met the stranger who speaks of love in his ways, beyond the foul tongue alone, and the feast with the love of money, that leads me to more of my flesh than the conviction from the spirit of love, beyond this so called thing, they call love.