To Be You

We have done this before
This living that we do now.
Try, try, try again.
If I come back
I want to be you.
I can see what you're doing
and I could do it better.
Let me come back as you
And I'll be kind for sure.
I'll let my heart out
and mean it when I
speak to those I care for.
I know you'd love to be
A better you than you are.
I could make you someone
who listens to instinct.
You could be someone
Who is more peaceful,
Someone more loving.
Sure of yourself and of
The choices you make.
I'll be sure to be nicer
To your body and soul.
I'll even make sadness
A fleeting thing.
If you let me be you
I know I can make you
Into some one you could
Love.

5-9-09

composition-what we're made of

Amazing.
Today I was thinking how I didn't have enough to think. I google imaged the word amazing. It certainly is...religion to acts of paid carnal pleasure, which obviously hasn't much pleasure in it at all. I found people's dogs or horses that they deemed amazing. I found woman's bodies that were apparently amazing and genetically engineered roses. Also faith, art and pictures of nature. I felt a flood of answers to my question: What do people think is amazing? Every bit of humanity as I know it appeared to me. Deep dirty secrets, love and shallow attempts to fit in. We are full of so much as a kind. We fantasize about feet sexually and we dream of acceptance. Some say we are comprised of two parts, good and evil--building or tearing down. Can't we be made of so much more?