- inging it

Blinding and binding in kindness and minding
losing and finding and losing yet again in finding
in knowings and musings , of unwilling pretending
of hating and waiting and loooking without seeing
amusing and abusing all in the same renderings
in mingling and singings, that give rise to tinglings
meandering in windings, of unfinished tidings
of tryings and askings while un-feeling felt feelings
in sighings and laughings and giggling away cryings
in lightings and darkenings and bad bad timing
and beginnings and bendings with endings in
softly sweetly killings

this is the first one and as firsts usually go..i am unsure of wahat i know or do not know,,its not always easy to speak your mind when even thinking aloud may attract a fine.. for know i am content to sit back and watch..as life rides by on galloping horse ..soon however i will catch up you see and maybe words wont fail me..music ,poetry,love and friends...war and tears and dust and grime along the way..it all adds up..or at least it should..thats what is supposed to be our truth. a balanced equation though might be a bore ..a few unruly elements ..a few volatile..a dash of seasoning to the brew...thats what i hope to see,feel,taste..whats lifeithout a few deroutes. for now its enogh to say just this..next time i will ,i shall ,i sure hope to speak