It won't be in vain
to swallow all your pain
and learn to love what burns
and gather courage to return.
Faces in the crowd,
faces in the crowd will smile again
and the devil may cry,
the devil may cry
at the end of the night.
The light will shine through the rain
and heaven will hear them call your name.

Blessed are the weird people...
Poets, Artists, Writers, Misfits.
For they teach us to see
the world through different eyes.

Devoted living,
Contradicted goals are just the things we despise.
For we grow in contrast to your limited sky.
We live to be free
An avian species yet to fly.

Understand that your soul
isn't bound by a
three-dimensional
earthly existence.
She who is brave is free.

We yearn for the sky
Hope for the light
Treasuring the summer breeze
Escaping the cold winter nights
Trapped in our diversity
Everlasting battles of creative adversity
In times of logic
Rhymes and rhythms seems Shakespearian, somewhat nostalgic.

We are the drifters,
& dancers, the sun worshippers
& risk takers. The dreamers,
the lovers, the believers
& change makers.

*We are the offspring of Creativity
The red-headed step child of derivative.
Conveyors of empathy.
And without us nothing would exist
We are the golden child of heavens bliss.

I found myself in wonderland.*
She built up a world
of magic because
her real life was tragic.
The walls we build around us
to keep sadness out also keeps joy out...
but, think of all the joy
you'll find when you leave
the world behind.
Flowers in her hair.
Demons in her head.
Drugs in her veins.
Madness in her mind.
Love in her soul.
Storm in her heart.
.........
Come with me and i'll show you the new wonderland.

Take me to neverland.**
I've spent my entire
life dreaming of neverland.
All you need is faith, trust
and a little bit of pixie dust.
I'll think of a mermaid lagoon,
underneath a magical moon...
If you'll be my star.
I can be you lost boy,
your last chance,
your "everything- better plan.''
Somewhere in neverland.
So come with me to neverland,
where dreams are born
and time is never planned.

Lay down on your pillow
and turn the lights down low,
Close your eyes and enter dreams.
Let me take you to the garden
where passion flowers grow.

Let me kiss your mind
With splendor and passion
Ravage your thoughts with
Past, Present and Future actions.

Love will not break your heart
but, dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see
what you find there, with grace in your heart
and flowers in your hair...
Let me take you there.

In this garden you're the main attraction
I have the hose that waters your growth.
The ***** that digs to your soul.
As you envelope you roots in this garden of my affection.
We blossom from our enclosure
Spreading bliss
Like pesticides in this garden,
You're my obsession.

If we wait until we're
ready, we'll be waiting for
the rest of our lives.
I want to feel as free as the flowers.

Immerse yourself in fields of blooms
Cherry blossoms
Tulips and Patunias, too.
Passion flowers are our main attraction
Trapped in their periodic frame.
We savor the peace they bring.
Hours of bliss
Turn to notions of a moment's gist.
For passion flowers bloom in the twilit hours.

Touch the tender petals
of the flower as she grows
a tentative endeavour,
as your feelings overflow.

*Touch your soul
In places it's never felt
Mending wounds
That never seem to shut
The Gardner to your soul
Here to nurse you back to perfect health.

Sometimes,
in life you wish for something
then there comes a time when you'll stop wishing
not because you already got what you wanted
but because you've finally accepted the fact that not all wishes come true.
*Wishing is like wishing for rain while standing in the desert.
Its hopeless.

I miss us.**
And I don't mean like us being
together, I mean like I miss us
being so close and telling each
other everything.