Try On A Pair Of These Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now even thought I have never told you about the things that go through my mind, I’ve
said them to you a million times before. You know, one night its date night and we
meet at the bar. You about an hour before me, and you sit alone, having everyone
look at you wearing nothing but a dress I bought for you a while back. Men all around
you, looking at you, catering to you and doing their best to pry you from the seat you
are warming, to heat up their evening. Then I walk in, cruise the bar for a while. I sit
at the bar, and post up like a sentry at Buckingham Palace protecting all those that
even dare to enter out of tradition. The crowd parts like the Red Sea but I’m no where
near Moses, I am me and you have the Commandments we now live and die by. But
this is beyond spiritual, this is lovology. A mystic language created for moments like
these and the ones we are about to make. I’m not preaching to the choir because
they’ve heard this before, I’m preaching to the church because there might be some
newcomers in attendance. And don’t pray for me because I’ve already been blessed
with you, pray for yourself and the gift I want to give to you. Now what can not happen
my dear is that you hide behind a mask, the phone, the computer screen or the walls
your friends have put up to protect them. You must expose yourself fully.
Metaphorically showing me the way you came into this world, naked. You can be
clothed, but exposed to the elements of passion. But you are wondering how, and
why you. You are wondering if you are her, and if I am he bringing you to life. All I can
say is, I don’t expect you to see what I see. I don’t expect you to feel what I feel. I
don’t even expect you to touch on the things I have brought to life in this short theory.
All I can say is this, I can see something you can’t. I can feel something you cant,
and f you think I might be blinded by the feeling of love, I ask you to reach your hand
out towards mine, and try on a pair of these glasses, and tell me if you can now
see what I see –
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now even thought I have never told you about the things that go through my mind, I’ve
said them to you a million times before. You know, one night its date night and we
meet at the bar. You about an hour before me, and you sit alone, having everyone
look at you wearing nothing but a dress I bought for you a while back. Men all around
you, looking at you, catering to you and doing their best to pry you from the seat you
are warming, to heat up their evening. Then I walk in, cruise the bar for a while. I sit
at the bar, and post up like a sentry at Buckingham Palace protecting all those that
even dare to enter out of tradition. The crowd parts like the Red Sea but I’m no where
near Moses, I am me and you have the Commandments we now live and die by. But
this is beyond spiritual, this is lovology. A mystic language created for moments like
these and the ones we are about to make. I’m not preaching to the choir because
they’ve heard this before, I’m preaching to the church because there might be some
newcomers in attendance. And don’t pray for me because I’ve already been blessed
with you, pray for yourself and the gift I want to give to you. Now what can not happen
my dear is that you hide behind a mask, the phone, the computer screen or the walls
your friends have put up to protect them. You must expose yourself fully.
Metaphorically showing me the way you came into this world, naked. You can be
clothed, but exposed to the elements of passion. But you are wondering how, and
why you. You are wondering if you are her, and if I am he bringing you to life. All I can
say is, I don’t expect you to see what I see. I don’t expect you to feel what I feel. I
don’t even expect you to touch on the things I have brought to life in this short theory.
All I can say is this, I can see something you can’t. I can feel something you cant,
and f you think I might be blinded by the feeling of love, I ask you to reach your hand
out towards mine, and try on a pair of these glasses, and tell me if you can now
see what I see –