The Significant Hand

I am sinking in my mind tonight,

I am sinking and feels like i have died.

But there's this hand thats penetrated this fear,

its come through, and its come near,

this gorgeous, smooth textured manifestation of evolution,

will save me from this drowning, and take me into the clear.

I am rising out of this darkness now,

Its fun, I'm lightheaded, and am proud.

This hand against mine, is like silk.

Its tremendous in its ability to clasp.

This clasping will never release my own,

it will be with me even after its gone,

the feeling, the sensation, is anti-fear,

its beautiful, its absolutely here.

I can feel it in me, within my bones,

its followed by this sensation of flying,

through clouds, through stars,

in places where there is no crying.

Depression is for monkeys,

sinking is for fools,

drowning is the same,

to wallow, to whine, to confuse.

I now reject all of this,

I now reject the idea of it.

To worry is for monkeys,

and for this paragraph,

monkeys are boobs.

I say get up and rejoice,

lift the weight of that expression,

lift the never ending oppression,

lift the weight that is your depression .

be happy, and be clear,

in the face, in the mind, in the hear,

know whats right and what is wrong,

cause in the end, honestly it dont matter,

but more importantly, sing a song.

I have this hand with me now,

its supple, its comfortable, its pure.

Its pink, peachlike, and clean,

and all of it gives it this godlike sheen.

Greek godesses they say,

are more beautiful than any time of day,

the sunset, rise, and noon,

dont matter, cause greek godesses they say,

are just gorgeous, and they are cool.

This hand is godlike,

greek, indian, american, its alright.

Cause it really dont matter,

What matters is,

that the female who owns this hand,

is as of yet, not by my side.