Off Season

sometimes i want to be gentle
apply a slight friction see if i can kindle
a spark and not a blazing fire
take my dubious intent
into retire..ment
i don't always want to be so aggressive
don't mean to be obsessive
compulsive
take the ball and run with it
fly off the handle for no reason
because even storms have an off season
winds in at 90 miles per hour
coming through to devour
everything in my path
take a dynamite and blast
what was built to last
eager to grasp
some small piece
of a state of being
called "peace"
put your mind and soul at ease
be a summer breeze
nuture you like spring
be that one thing
that you find most pleasing
because even storms have an off season
i don't always want to be the rain
pounding at your window pane
diaster
calamity
choas
debris
clouding your vision so that you can't see
my simple complexities
or complex simplicities
excite
you
when i
ignite
your sense with
intricate
word play and conversation
have your mind taken
a sabbatical
a quest to find the unknown
be it misdemeanor or high treason
because even storms have an off season
so when the winds don't blow
and the floods don't flow
when rains don't rain
or beat on your window pane
and you no longer feel the need
to flee
just know there is a reason
because even storms have an off season