A construction crane,
Kisses skyscraper maiden
Red faced sun on edge.

Press all your noise into my silence
The quiet in quitting can be so vibrant
Bright hues of the abused
Paint the sky within the lines of lies they've used
To confuse both you and your muse
I never tried to love you
I did try not to
Can't avoid the noise when I agreed to cover it
Why am I begging God for you
When we did what we wanted to do outside of his covenant
I would be remiss if I didn't tell you how much you're missed
Not sure why I thought you were Heaven sent
Since I can't tell you where Heaven is
Maybe it's just a mile away
A Smile, a way
A missed phone call, drunk dial away
We are the generation that doesn't pray
We are soldiers at war who never stay
In battle long enough to win
Enemy used to be opposite of friend
Some how now synonymous to them
Where do I begin
To tell the start of the end
No mending just bending our minds into helix chains
Pretending not to feel the pain
You pressed your forehead into mine once
Told God to release the divine wants of our souls
My mind wants to be whole
but knows just how much of it your memory holds
We should have resisted the rush
Slowed down and learned the sound of touch
The music in us
So when they came to point the blame
We'd know the difference between advice and game
Yet here we are in a place where we may never be the same
Easier to delete a selfie then to pull a picture from a frame
or file a motion to retain a last name
I read an old couples opinion on why love doesn't work anymore
They said we replace where they would've fix things
but how do you fix anything at war
Isn't it about survival and making it thru
Picture your opponent dying to sustain you
Mirror stained truths
There is a war on love darling and we are proof...

Imagine how many people
Have fallen temporarily in love with you
On the train
On the street
In the car
In your room
Or after you'd fallen in love with them.

Pressure and cream
You quake me love
and in a dream
I push your shove
You wake me Beautiful
Hands full of flesh
and YOU Make me feel
I fall you catch.

Pressure my love
You lean on the walls
Inside safe rooms
Hum sighing calls
I love your cream
Your stability
Your fingers and hands
Your pressure on me

You dream and I dream
and we meet each other
in the middle
Father and mother
In the middle
Brother and sister
In the middle
Missus and mister.

You move against  my tides
and in the pull it magnetizes
and you move against my sway
pressure on my flower of may
You move against my movement
but some how swaying in my tide
You give me illuminant
and  neither of us can hide.


I speak in tongues to define
Your beauty
I speak in tongues
speaks from you to me
You speak in mouthfuls
of fertility golden

I could never separate from you

you are the opposite to my pole
the north side to my south


You stick to me through electricity

A man who made people laugh and wonder
The man is Don Rickles whose soul has gone yonder
Laughter has turned into mourn
A smile from while
But this was Don Rickles style
I remember a movie Mr. Rickles appeared in called “Muscle Beach Party”
It was a laugh with frown
Don Rickles being known as Jack ***** in charge of a Bodybuilding Gym surrounded by Male Muscle men
Yet Mr. Rickle was the showcase in helping people enjoy life by being a comic
LAS VEGAS and HOLLYWOOD will never be the same
Lights, camera, but no Don Rickle
His life full of inspiration
Your jokes surrounded you
Hollywood has shut down the spotlight
Heaven was looking for Joy and Praise
Your name Don Rickles was the amaze
Thanks for making us all laugh
Your enthusiasm will always be remembered
But your comic detail will always be a reason to laugh
Your message in enjoy life as it only comes around once
But for us that is good advice
So long from a fan
Your Heavenly room was prepared
You were welcomed by Heaven in your eternal lair
Until we meet again.

The thing about time is that it keeps going through a constant process of change....if you're going through a bad time be rest assured that it's not gonna last forever....you just gotta be patient,endure it and fight it out..similarly when you're having the good times make the most of it..'.coz that too ain't gonna last forever...sometimes the good times and the bad times tend to follow each other..pretty much like the seasons..the various seasons come to power at their prescribed time and then they leave like they had never arrived..so basically time gives us hope and at the same time tells us to be cautious.