He sings with me as if in a dream
on the rolling hills of green
In a voice so clear every man can hear
Every word we mean -

Backed-by-a-choir, he beats on his tamborine
He's soft; and slightly off-key -
We are the ones that we want to love, and fortunate are we -

His lips, they purse around each syllable. His hair is moved in the breeze -
He is the spirit I've been channeling; Forever He and Me -

Two-by-two the dyads move,
Swaying in the dance -
The sun, a bobble, shines in our eyes-  
By the Universe entranced -

Two are joined by the choir, the sun
And the face of the dancing crowds -
The cone-of-power confirms the manifest,
Then we ascend to the clouds -

It isn't like I didn't try to forget you. God, I tried. I tried it all. I banned you from my thoughts only to dream of you endlessly, mourning your appearance in that suspended place while secretly praying for more. I cast you away every time you spoke but found myself listening harder than before, ******* in details like the color of your shirt, or how your lips molded to the words falling from your tongue looked as ****** as how you might someday kiss a lover, whom I always dreamed was me. I ached for your touch only to deny myself oxygen when we were in the same room, relying on a supply of imaginary wishes to fuel my laughter. Most of all, I let your voice crack me into shards, the scales and spikes successfully keeping out both you and everyone else, effectively leaving me to my own filthy disease. I tried to forget you, and push you away - all of it, only successful when you were far from sight, excommunicated from my tumultuous brain.

But it never quite worked how I needed it to, because some part of me is still ridiculously and foolishly drunk with the idea of you... of us.

Sorrow is a drug we humans must take everyday

For reasons of God

For reasons of Satan

For reasons of Nature

For reasons of the Universe

For whatever the reason of its existence, it permeates through the threads of humanity

It is a depressing factor of this thing called human condition, it seems to be the way of this world

But let us not add guilt, pity, or doubt to this ritual, for it makes sorrow that much stronger

We must take sorrow as it comes, with anger and confusion

But do not add to your sorrow, drink of the waters of joy, kindness, and understanding

For humanity can be a dark and cruel thing

I am human, my faults are clear, and they are visible

I to wonder of the darkness that lurks in humanity, if humanity is truly good

But I know that we have a choice, and we can chose to try and bring the light out of humanity

For I have seen love, I have seen kindness, and I have seen understanding

And I know it exists in abundance, under the sun, and under the moon

Take your lovers in your arms, kiss your children with joy and content, marry your kindness to someone in need, rejoice your personality and help others rejoice theirs

For the world is a dark and cruel place, we must try to do what we can for one another, less we become the darkness that exists in the world

We are not demons, we are not monsters, we are merely human, let use chose human in our daily loves, let us chose the good

Sorrow may exist in our humanity, but love, joy, and kindness also exists

Take sorrow, but chose love

i like to watch the tide rolling into shore
take a little rest and roll away once more.

travelling on it axle  as the world is turning round
to another place covering the ground.

then it turns again to where it used to be
rolling very gently heading back to  me