To make words with my hands, what greater thrill..

I wanna write I wanna act I wanna art..
I wanna be recognized for this.
but I do computer, and do so unnoticed..
so that my words represent me in the world.

what's that feeling
I'm so attached to
to draw me so far beyond
what my reasoning would permit
shit
I'm at home in this unfamiliar feeling
and I have no place to call mine
but a lonely mansion so far away
from that feeling that teaches soft patience..
that comfort feeling that makes me real

I tried so hard not to cut in friday
to find today, that cutting was the right thing
I read people, better than many people I know..
but some people wear false pages
a shuffled word of truth written to false
and pasted over a hundred fold bold
exaggerated frustration..
emancipated proclamation..
of punished matters in life's long struggle.

reminded of deb's plight
and her fierce, fierce might
I carry to the other this image of fright
that is bigger than me, and home for a stronger other

And the words flow.. the words flow from my hands..
in pictures of confined refinement.
What I show I not always know.
Ears never double check such hand sound sight
and eyes can barely grasp a rear view thought
..a negative picture of what is on the hand
and developed alone by those with focused lens.

I went dancing last friday
With a bunch of friends
We were celebrating our friend James
And the time he's spent with us...

James is moving to california
To be a teacher near the warm sandy beaches
He's a good teacher, and a patient man
We'll see him again, I hope..

Kim is an interpreter and a friend
She likes to dance, and dances well
She appears to like to dance with me
Despite that I lead poorly - too tense

Patti is my friend and an interpreter
She doesn't like to dance, she's anti-dance
But she dances well and likes music
Dancers don't dance like me - too silly

I am a student who studies interpreting
I like to dance, it's not standing still
But sometimes it's close to standing still
My eyes glaze when my feet slow

Slow music doesn't make me sad..
Unless I'm dancing.

tonight begins soon when I end this morn
and tomorrow will itself start this arvo
when I wake and watch else other find sweet slumber
in a morn that still and still becomes night

I'm sillied out with Kung-Pow this eve'
for Josh's b'day.. we watched it yet again
and another flick about thumbs wars.. by the same
so many weoweoweowe's and *choke*-ing sounds..

Would it be the same with captions, I think it not
but, perhaps still funny all the same.