You were born
untethered from
the greed of men

who would
usurp all the good in
the land for their
great fortune

Let that agenda wane
into the wind
that you may be
human again

Evolve into
the quiet dance
for you are in
the company
of trees

return to your
birthright and love
what is good
and unhurried

I am a limited edition,
a once in eternity
type of being.

I am a sparkling collection
of particles in procession
passing from one
generation to the next,
that will never have
this configuration again.

I am an eternal
space traveler
cause all that I was
came from the cosmos
and will go back there again.

My ego expansive,
and the void
that I dance in
is massive
and will make you
all the same as me in
the very end.

far from me
Across this sea
She lies awaiting.
A Queen?
Beauty with no parallel,
A humanity so unworldly,
I sail.  
As Venus guides me towards her reflection,
I pray my Queen maintained her affection.
I pray to speak, to say, to taste,
With haste
I pray,
She remembers me, as I enter her bay.
Let her look up to to her mirror
Let her know that I know,
Let her know she leads my way.
She is a Queen.
I know for sure,
She is more.

grab me and pull me in
let me fall into the depths
sinking into your eyes fixed upon me
the air rushing by
yet teacups don't zoom by
floating in air
right above me
eclipsed by your wide smile
eyes glowing bright
from out of the billowing smoke
brought to a land
not quite right
a place somewhat different
no road maps or signs
just blood-colored roses
and rabbits and times
you make me go mad
and together we fume
like teapots to boil
at the table more room
you ****** me with glances
and our fantasies
you might as well
wear a label that says
"eat me"

Oh, you did sense
my voice had lost its lustre
my smile held back
my thoughts were far-

oh, you did observe
there was a spectre in my eyes
my hands in light tremour
my stifled sighs

oh,  you did shudder
as I answered-- 'I can't sing
any more- though a tenor-
no melody could I bring'

oh, you and I in such dire
hours as shadows of fear
hover over- your voice trembles too
as though the end were drawing near.

He cried for her to stay
She left with his heart in her hands
Drowning it in her tears
He slept with his fears
heartless he was
A savage seeking his next victim
Insecure growing up with no father
And an addict for a mother
Motherless Brooklyn
your city lights never sleep
Your heart sold for attention to the next buyer
Left alone on an island called Coney
Summer nights become cold as the heart of winter
Creating a cold killer
Oh Motherless Brooklyn she hopes you heal
But in the meantime she hopes
you spend time in hell
As you in hell
For the pain you caused her
Weak men fall victim to their insecurities
While blaming it on their passionless passion
aggressive nature, leaving prints on past lovers
While tucking Their souls under covers
Motherless Brooklyn you have not seen your sin
A fool to love you are
As you fiddle with old scars
You are a victim of a perfect crime

face mask surgical disposable
manufactured by xiantao city
Hubei Province, Mainland china

recommended to wear for precaution

was one of my
mom’s favorites

there was something
about it that disturbed me

so I didn’t like it and

she wouldn’t make me eat it
and sometimes she wouldn’t

make it at all
because of me

even though she loved it
maybe that is love


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I would eat it if
she was still around

to make it


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maybe that is love