It is common knowledge that a dictators power does not lay in might or grit but in making fools of usual people. Taking not an age but a moment for the simple to become marvels and the wise to become history.

If only they could see this tyrant being coated by their smirks as division conquers their own. If only they could only see the frauds final smirk merrily given as they descend to the grave. But I guess that realisation will not matter. In that lies the problem. For the usual fool, it is always too late.

Behind the door of freedom
We eat from the sweet trees
Stroll through sandy shores
We will live a sunshine that dives into the serene.

You do not have to move a mountain
when you can move souls.

Life will no doubt call you and I thieves in the end. Love, cause and sunshine will be the gold in our wandering iron grip. Let it be worth all of the thousands of bitter arrows over time that pierce our beings.

The heart of the rally can be written in the eye of the storm.

Chase my soul until the closing of the Sun
But choose hers
And so begins the hunters turn to run.

It came first. Indigenous and free. For let grief lay claim to leaves legions, armies of vessels and the barrels of blood. Go forth and look to the silent tree, lonely ocean and feel deep to the bone. It is where it lives. Open the great stellar halls of your heart again and again and again. Promise me your dawn stays glorious. The outcome unwavering. Promise me your grief stands as a prince so your love sits on the throne.

Time splits the blade
to sharpen the saw

For we all fall down
So there has always been the broken  
Solace in the warmth of a hug
though no words spoken
For we all fall down
So there has always been the breaking
With no antidote closer
than a hand for the taking

Do not judge them too much. They are what they know.

Maybe love had borders. Maybe love forged grief. Maybe love forged grief so it could broaden its being. And maybe after its creation, Love would never have borders ever again.

Peril knows no wealth than that which lives in hope

Sayonara to a year that has brought many foul and wicked components to the table, please end the year with Christmas spirit. Ingredients? Good intentions and a good scarf will do.

Accolades are worthless without adversity’s blessing

Love haunts more than
the dead ever could

When will you realize you have always been sunshine to many
The light for a few
Then in your hour of need
you are surprised to see a two hour long queue?

Give a human being a pure pinnacle,
a pure purpose and they will take on their demons with a spring
and the devil with a smile

Without an open mind
How can your path be anything but narrow?

A loss never typically marked the end
For those who do not break
Always choose to bend

My lovely London what have you done to me
Born on your lung
Carefree dreams while the timekeeper  swung
A life with you led by midnight questions and glee
I wish you answered instead of me walking home at three

For now I live on far away lands
With mi amor and these hardworking hands
I think there will come a day when we are one once more
Though I will not be the same man as I was before
I will daydream of you until this Tejas Sun must go
See you soon old friend
I miss you more than you will ever know

I allowed purpose to sooth my soul
Yet I allowed poison to play its role

I allowed pain to strengthen my life
Yet I allowed poison so it heightened the knife

I allowed poison and it hurt everything I cherish
I allowed poison so it had to perish

I allowed poison upon my shore
I allowed poison
Yet I will not allow poison to win the war

The inevitability of the Universe taking a life
The futility of it taking the love

Some mystique plunder
A loveless life, little sense, no wonder
What is love if not clarity
Clawed back from the depths of disparity
What is love if not devotion
Setting sails on intimacies ocean
Being astray then found
Two souls on a high
With both feet losing the ground

Wishing you a merry Christmas
another year gone
somewhat tragic
still the time of sprinkled magic
what has gone you can ponder
readying for a new year venture with spirit and wonder

I hope your belly to be full with warmth  and rest
With joy and happiness
Saint Nick himself your gleeful guest
Love and family without fee
Then promise for the new year
We will wait and see

Welcome to a grand question
Look at your reflection
Try to have a go
Are you a true friend or are you a truer foe?

Why would it matter if you died a little today
If you can live a little tomorrow

A notion of dreaming
To love and to crave
A fools wish
for sunshine resonating in a cave
A woman with an astounding glow
She grabs your hand and off you go
Whisks you away
Two high hearts floating to the scenes were bluebirds play

Dancing to the beat of this nostalgic reality
Losing yourself at the wild side of sanity
She ends it with a kiss
Tastes like medicine for the soul
My longing heart is wandering
For this she stole
I ponder if we are to meet again
her aura stays as she walks out of sight  
searching for impossible rays
I found a butterfly in the night

Hardship is difficulty for all
Misery for many
A question calling for a few

Winning is silencing your doubters
To have won is silencing yourself

The dragon in the dark
A long time past yet once a spark
Demons dwelling to feed on the lost
Prowling , jumping or startling at all cost
Lest they forget their place
Or the foe they have yet to face

The soul with a dragon on one shoulder
Dim and wild yet grown older
From what has been told
Darkness is yet to be fond of the bold
With it comes passion and fire
To radiate a path for all to aspire

The darkness bothered and fleeing
Wary of the flames and stance of this being
Never ending shadows
brought alive by a light  
The grandest vow
For the spur to the fight
The dragon in the dark

Adversity is great so the human spirit can be greater

Chasing purpose as if hallowed eve.
They are the same,
Those who endure
Those who believe

You better feed that flame
Become wild and grand
a humble fire all the same

Be better, For the battles yet to be
Be better, For the internal war ongoing
Be better, I hope it bodes well for you when it matters most

Being is a clash of dance,
A lifelong pursuit of an
almighty stance

I fell for her. She fell for me. Yet here we are. Still living on the edge

A sea of adversity and whatever dwells deeper . Hades can ponder. Let it rumble and rise. Just for you to  make it crumble and fall

Hope never rages,
it flickers

One does not owe logic anything

Conquering everything that you truly fear
For everything you hold dear
It is the only fight worth fighting

Falling in love is quite profound
The loudest declaration
Without a hint of sound

If you exacerbate the problem you exacerbate the solution

However trivial in front of time, pure moments of elation cannot be touched
take comfort in these immortal seconds
something they will always be

The society war, the big smoke, escaping from the clouds, trying not to choke
Weekend tonic being ideal change spent
especially scavenging for a reality shapeless yet bent
Thoughts gather sense after the final savour of wine, pleasance in the air with everything dazed and fine
A sudden moment of immortal prismed bliss, an impression of Nirvana opening with a glance yet closing with a kiss
Pierced by that alluring cosmic sky, smokeless, yet still born from routine, not knowing how to die

The scent of love yet to find, a constant essence, sprayed along  the heart of my mind

The less you have
The more you are

Tell me,
If calamity never cuts you deeply
How will you ever know what you're made of?

In spite of everything.
We endure .