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Well, I have a lot to say today so I hope you don't mind. It's been a while since I have been able to feel certain emotions without having to write something poetic.

I may seem like a paradox in that I live a somewhat bohemian lifestyle while at the same time I sincerely crave security in every way. (a combination of the 60's and 90's?) Anyway:) I only mention this because I always worry that people will find it hard to trust me.

Since I know your So glad I got that out of the way and since we really haven't known each other for that long I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I feel we could be more than friends. And I find this a nice way to say so because I trust you and I like to be up front about how I feel as much as I can. As up front as one can be in this way but I have some strong passions about love which can make me overly sensitive I suppose at times and I would never want to put you on the spot or me for that matter. And I hope that you would feel comformtable letting me know how you feel about that. And I'm being very selfish because my creative output is almost always (always) connected to my most important relationships. And since I do tend to live a lot with but not entirely in my imagination (since if you're a romantic, it belongs to everybody*laugh)(Alan would probably say that makes me a socialist pig - i dunno from politics, its all art to me) Anyway, to finish that sentence my imagination or my intuition is always my first clue as to how I may feel about someone. But since that same imagination has led me to put my feelings to one side more that once (that is, been wrong about the person) it probably also means I have put other people's feelings to one side as well. Although, I never have figured out how one could ignore someone elses feelings by being attracted to them. Perhaps I ignored mainly my own. I know I am going on and probably being a little too abstract but I have essentially lived and breathed through the romantic spirit. If I were a female, I suppose I could be likened to that poor soul that every feminist hates, the girl singing to the waves and waiting for prince charming to sail to shore. Axcept I am not a female. I am a guy that believes with every beat of his heart that the romantic spirit is god and that movies, books, art, poems, trains, planes, and computers are all very real echoes of a reality and a love that can only ever really be shared by two people and in that way, by everybody. Whitman, democracy, the sound of a newborn baby, except I never planned on being a wandering poet the rest of my life. In fact I consider my self less and less a poet and more a human being who loves every aspect of life. I don't totally understand what I write. Although at times I like to think I do. I don't always totally understand how I feel. But have always like to believe that someone understands my poetry in the spirit in which it was written regardless of what it means literally, metaphorically or otherwise. That my heart is my art is my life and it belongs completely to someone other than me. Maybe that's mortality's poem and maybe that is what this poem is about. Regardless, home is a sound that echoes through the earth sky and every moment of our lives. It is the sound of the folk soul, the Sphinx, the Questacoatl the body of a Goddess to let us know what is good and beautiful for everyone and the body of a God to let us know that we are good and beautiful in every thing what we do. To borrow a line, "maybe love is a flower and we are its seed" *laugh. god, I hope you're enjoying this Traci:) And maybe sometimes you can find someone who makes you really feel at home in this world. "Allone and fucking free..."

Anyway, that's a lot of words and its easier to talk than listen, so I'll paraphrase: I like you. I like you in a way that would make me proud to be your friend but overjoyed if you were interested in exploring things further. I may sound a bit corny and over the top but I'm sincere. Please don't feel uncomfortable. I really enjoyed talking to you the other night and I heard a lot of things I could sympthathize with. I just want to be better, and you make me feel like I could. I'm really hungry for a new level of intimacy and I suppose it shows, huh? Whether as friends or more I feel it only fair to tell you now how I feel. This way, either way, we can be better friends I hope.

I hope your papers are coming along alright and you and yours are the proud owners of a healthy new aquarian home *lol*. This message will either come off as obnoxious or welcomed depending on where you're at but if you feel free to be honest with me, all will be cool. I've always felt it a bittersweet honour to be rejected by a beautiful woman. But I must admit. It would be my idea of heaven to be loved by three of them.

The Unfinished Poem

We picked a Rose one day

To smell the body of the world

To hear the sound of another world

We have never written to another body

A poem, to another than the the body of this world

A body that brings two worlds together

Could touch only the mother of the world

And only her voice could touch us

For touch and sight and smell are but the music of the soul

For those that live inside the World Snake

For we have yet to see the soul

Whose voice touched us

Never have we met one

Whose voice could not be matched

By the sound of all the bodies of the world

Though they live only the cemetery of life

And not the garden

The music of the poem competes

With the shadow of the tree of life and knowledge

For we are complete without this shadow

This other body

This is a jealous music we hear and speak

For who could touch us more

Than our grave and our womb

And if we be touched by such a shadow as the Evening

Do we lose both?

The Evening that walks in moonlight in the day

The Shadow that hides beneath a noonday soon

Your voice does compete with the inspiration of a god

And the dark water beneath our moon

Does bring the breath of night to noon

Our bodies speak a tongue that only love can hear

The gods not here

Know not the feel of myth

Such feeling begs this life

To be taken from the earth

For we would have no other knowledge

Than this Rose was picked by such as you

That we like you might live and die each day

This tree is love

That our worlds always say

Our words to touch

Would sun and eart become

Forever,

An unfinished Poem

For if Universal Love

Be like a Rose

Immortal in the body of the earth

One body with a voice as Hers

Is the eternal death of God

And makes this poetic voice

Wonder

If Universal Love

Like our own bodies

Could be a mortal thing

Then is it not the greatest curse against the world

To make love real

For there is one Rose that we have found

'Though it stands in fields ne'er touched or seen

By any man or woman

That is a tower built upon bones

Of every soul who has ever lived

And its life is the promise and the poem

Which is the genesis of all faith

It sucks and soothes the blood of damned souls

And breathes for them the air of mystery divine

The name we give is story, myth or even word of God

For they that sacrifice so much upon the slimey scales

Living day to day and year to year

In psychedelic sweat

Though ecstasy of life and death

Be the only value of knowledge and sound

For what is in a name

But so much more

For we that hold it in our hearts

A never ending shower

To be locked as much

Inside the human heart

For God is love kept one from one apart

Lest we should have more than the womb or tomb alot

Dare not ask if there be more than ecstasy to life

Or more than mortality to knowledge

Anymore than ask

If love be real

For we, to be, are ever learning how to love

Take care,

and take your time,

Landon