It all happened so fast. Like most good things in life--the really monumental moments--it's like you float out of your body and come screaming back just soon enough to realize the moment had passed.

I didn't know how many miles were behind me now. It seemed like a thousand but it didn't really matter. I wasn't going to be one of those mindless wanderers--blindly probing my way through life's misery and defeat to one day wake up wishing I was young again.

I'm taking my youth back from the government, the bankers, the Wall Street gamblers and racing toward the horizon like there are commercial airplanes in my blood and skyscrapers burning in my chest.

You can only go to the same god forsaken place to have your soul ****** out of you for so many ******* days in a row before you either become one of them or make your own revolt and

collapse
                 *into a sea of ash
                                              slithering like snakes along the city streets.
You just run as fast as you can.

I chose the latter.
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I'm going to do the cliche thing I suppose. Do as many drugs as possible, do as many women as possible, keep chasing the next good time until I get high enough to slap a saddle on my car roof and ride off into the Atlantic--fireworks shooting off in every direction to *** up the stars--refracting radials within the iridescence of the shimmering sea.

>explosions echo endlessly<
[wrap around the ambient rhythm of the TidePuller]

touch! caress! make love!--stare through eyes into deep blue souls and find something of yourself there.

That's how I'd like to go anyways, I don't know about you--.

That might just be this narcotic cocktail talking. I take my pills ground up in a wine glass mixed with cheap scotch. Then I chase with cups of watered down coffee--chugging until ceilings start to undulate and shake me loose. That's when I know I can start the day.

It's usually my most productive days when the ceiling tiles arrange into piano keys. Then I get to create my symphonies and soliloquies before I try to go get laid.

Now that I'm out here on the road though my mind is being blown.

Try waking to the same white black piano key ceiling everyday, to then finally feel the colors of the sky--for the very first time!

A never ending metaphysical canvas for the thoughts and longings of a drugged up DaVinci who just woke up in his time machine to start the 2nd Renaissance in the clouds. It all makes me wish I would have left years ago.
__________________­_


You see, I'm your typical twenty-something passionate kid trying to turn a ****** past into some kind of salvageable foundation for a chance at catching up with the rest of normal "adult" society. But I've got some problems with this whole "reality" thing people are so adamant at upholding.

Last time I visited my human family around the world they were all drowning in debt and poverty; trying with every fiber of their being to find that one bright spot. Stuck. In the deepest, darkest, most cavernous rotting excuse of a day to day life.

All because some meaningless number
on some computer
in some bank building
with their name on it
either is too small or doesn't exist.

Most of my human family know things are bad,

But most in the impoverished third-world are so deprived of basic human needs that they never get the chance to ponder who really holds the key to their cage.

So they are inclined to accept the status quo and the system and try to live inside of it. Failing to find sunshine within the deepest depths of an erupting volcano; mistaking the heat, the burning alive, for some kind of sign that the brightness has got to be somewhere close. So we will just try to sink a little deeper with the rest of them.

Here in America:
Sure, let's go on back to ringing registers for minimum wage all day until my ears bleed and my head wants to fall off so I can go home to watch some television!

Yes, God Please just let me relax here with my box of flashing pictures and scintillating sounds. The only truth I'll ever need.

Just let me relax here with my reality being defined for me by the volcano directors--telling me that I didn't just come in my house dripping with magma all over the carpet.

YES GOD, just let me relax a little before I have to go to my volcanic, skin searing hell again tomorrow morning. Where they tell me on T.V. that I'm going to find that sunshine I desperately long for. But It'll always

*collapse
                 into a sea of ash
                 to scar the sky grey, silence the sun's rays, blot out the stars, and darken our days*

You just sigh and say "Tomorrow's another day..."
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Yeah, I was right there with them yesterday. I was with them for years. Getting brainwashed and ***** slapped by advertising--getting barraged with constant reminders that all I was meant to do was to work my life away--decide to be some tiny insignificant cog in this "economy" they call it.

Looks more to me like I signed up to be some mindless consumerism *****! Sheeping my way along... buying and wasting; buying, wasting; buying again, a bunch of **** I don't need and throwing it away.

We're Living in a society infected with some sort of capitalistic contagion that pretty much siphons off the Earth's life force.

We are conditioned into a reality that the richest & most powerful would like all to believe.

Art-full hearts are stomped on, told to get a job, and plan for retirement. Told to slow down and be reasonable rather than speed up. Velocity of the heart may as well be an act of terrorism unless it's for marriage--and LGBT is on the no fly list.

This is a reality set up predominantly for the endless profit of a bunch of trans-national corporations who won't be satisfied until they hold complete and utter dominion over their ***** and pillaged planet.

Perhaps then they'll be rich enough to fly away in spaceships to **** the next Earth and leave all us sheep here with bargain sales, social networking and reality T.V. as distractions...

Too bad for them some people still read. So I'll learn the different strains of herb from my local library and become a ***** of feeling good, freeing love, and accepting all artistry.

Have you ever seen a painting in the sky? Or witnessed windy symphonies in trees? Hey, don't judge me,

you're the one addicted to killing everyone and everything with your mindless dollar bill.

kneel before almighty god,
mind your founders,
adore their wise countenance,
looking up at you,
re-assuring you,
comforting you,
taking the pain away,
but DON'T RUN OUT!
you'll be back for more.
you'll come crawling back.
You'll do anything for just enough,
just one more fix.

It's got its hooks in bad,
don't it.
___________________­_


PRODUCT-XA110357: Capitalism
DRUG STATUS: Still in Clinical Trials
TEST SUBJECTS: Human Race
PHARMACEUTICAL LABORATORY: Earth
INITIAL FINDINGS: Subjects not receptive, keeps causing: Anger, Greed, Jealously, Oppression, War, Ignorance, Famine, Inequality, Imprisonment, Slavery. Environment not receptive, will cease functioning in the future. Time of Earth Death is unclear. Thankfully it does seem capable to last through the next few fiscal years. A relief, as this is what our stockholders are concerned with.


Symptoms of Withdrawal
Users who are addicted to money and are going through withdrawals may or may not experience a loss of food, water, shelter, clothing, transportation, education, free-time, happiness, fulfillment, reverence of nature, beautiful moments, relationships with friends or families, and love.


FDA Warning
If you are poor, lazy, and uneducated it is your own fault. Being poor and lazy may or may not result in Debt. DEBT may or may not lead to SLAVERY, stress, illness, and an early death.


Poison Control Center
If you have ingested too much debt, slavery, stress, illness, and are fearing an early death please do not call any corporate buildings. Access your phone, computer, or go to your local library to find reputable resources and EDUCATE YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY. Get some nice speakers and start exploring ALL GENRES OF MUSIC. Look at as many paintings, sculptures, forests, and gardens as you can--as often as possible. Lay under the stars and dream about what YOU want to do to make a positive impact on this world. FIND OTHER POSITIVE PEOPLE and AVOID NEGATIVE PEOPLE. If you know someone that is poisoned who you want to save please refer them to the nearest Poison Control Center

-->Smile at the sun--feel its warmth<--

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happy hearts:--after love--not money--free from pain--sickness will surrender--
addicted to art, peace, compassion, and empathy--feel the sky get closer--.

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"In a state of enlightened anarchy each person will become his(her) own ruler. They will conduct themselves in such a way that their behaviour will not hamper the well being of their neighbours. In an ideal state there will be no political institutions and therefore no political power."
-Mahatma Gandhi

It is Christmas Eve.
I sit idly, in slight discomfort on this wooden pew.
A glorified bench if you ask me.
I remember being a child, blissful and reverent.

I memorized sacred stanzas of prayer unaware of their meaning,
chanted them with everyone else.
I always thought God had excellent diction.

Now though I am puzzled.
For an American culture so ethnocentric, patronizing rituals in the third world and of other religions as silly;
Their own rituals are quite silly.

Transcending the mystery of creation for a moment now: having figured this a charade for the generational reproduction of virtue and morality inexorably ******* in the Americanization and Assimilation of society, that we might all move in one direction. That we might all create family units, buy houses, white picket fences, watch television on couches with children and consume, consume, consume... I deem it acceptable to be immoral.

Hymnals couldn't be more of a bore to me, prayers are empty.
But the girl three rows up is filling her dress quite nicely.
I wonder if she also is despondent, if her eyes wander.
I take a mental step back and realize how many girls are wearing high drawn dresses.
Are they showing off their flawless legs for the lord? Surely not.
They dressed that way for me.
The three rows up girl looks astray and catches my eye;
for a moment we have found our savior.

I make it a point to kneel next to her for communion,
brazen enough to tell her "That dress is something else."
She blushes and shoots me a seductive smile.
"Yes I'm wrapped up quite well aren't I? Only missing a bow."
Holding the body of Christ,
"That shouldn't be a problem, I'm quite good at unwrapping. These dexterous hands of mine."
Her body shifts to the left, her sinister side against my right.
I watch her take a rather large drink from the blood of Christ, she places her hand over mine as she braces to stand.
Our eyes flicker on again for an instant as she turns.
I'll be finding her.

The golden goblet seeks me next.
Bad wine posing as blood.
Like all these christian's faking it, it's quite suiting.
I wonder if they really believe they are drinking human blood?
And eating human flesh?
******* zombies man.

Across and abound to the sounds of fire, they lurch and leap toward the river bend. The twilight is thunderous and bold, a fragmented frown upon this calamity of calamities. It's jagged, smooth streaks of light passing judgement from the heavens above. God himself looks on.

Bright Blues to blend with Grim Greys upon such an all encompassing canvas of green. I hadn't known the extent in power of the color Red before this night, in overpowering; in swallowing up, smothering. Exploding in iridescence and irony, in trite translucent tragedy. It sinks into the ground. As it sinks into the bones of myself and my posterity.

I shivered and clutched my chest, that my heart did still beat. Noticing to my relief, it was thudding quite audibly amongst the quiet stir of grass and leaves beneath my feet. It was then I noticed the haunting silence of it all. I was alone.

But I was not alone, my eyes could see the smoke rise, they could almost feel the bullets whip through the wind. The chill of which caressed my skin in sensation. But sounds of gunfire, bombs bursting, yells yelping, the riotous roar of it all, were absent as a shadow. My veins turned to ice, my skin to stone.

In one particularly magnificent mingling of light, in one irradiating instant; I stumbled as sound met my deaf ears. Lightning and Fire danced in the sky. In this soulless shimmer, the slow shuttering lens of humanity captured the essence of something much beyond the present frame of existence. Breaking glass and pouring out of corners, a transcendental photograph. Reaching out through the pages of time to be acted out in accents yet unknown, by peoples yet unborn, to scream with insoluble resolve. The heart of man beats as one, we shall overcome.

So you're riding in this car, and you feel this kind of feeling. Like the wind is softly caressing your skin as curtains drawn over a freshly opened window on a spring day, blowing in soft spurts up and down your skin, subtely undulating to the ryhtym of natures heartbeat in harmony with your own. At a stop sign, it's second nature to stick your cigarette out the window and flick, but at full speeds you should have known. You should have known that the sheer movement all in one direction would be enough to wipe that ash straight away, revealing a new and beautiful burning ember, bursting with life and oxygen, beckoning up at you with the long lost pleasures of your most recent inhalation of life into those black heavy lungs. You stop to think and realize that life, with it's many shortcomings and speed car races, is a mysterious enigma, with an ultimate prize when you solve the puzzle.



But that last puzzle piece, oh how elusive it remains over the years. Be it love? Or loss? Perhaps musical inebriation or an exceptionally deep relative conversation with a complete stranger. The kind that leads to dancing eyes and an incredible variation of ****** expressions that you hadn't even thought possible from the tiny muscles below your cheeks, pulling the strings from somwehere up above to show you the right complexion to wear at any given moment or pause.



I still think that love must have something to do with it. More intoxicating than the ripest wine from the most exotic vineyard. More majestic and mystifying than the school bus ride with your fresh smelling brand new pleather/plastic superhero backpack and matching shoes on your first day of school back in 1995. More powerful and tumultuous, yet unpredictably moving, than the first time it hit you like a ton of bricks remembering in mid adulthood that some place, some where in time, you had a real home, with a real family, with real holiday tradtitions to celebrate and commiserate about each and every year, but that's all gone and done for. Yes, love must be involved some how, the invariably escapable little *****. She must be hiding somwhere amongst the tree lines and leaves, the rivers and valleys, the shooting stars and comet tails brightening the dull black of night. Yes. She must be somewhere.

Maria Yuryevna Sharapove
Cuantos amore y tu?
De Donde eres?
Soy de Estados Unidos, un poco en la Florida.
Es muy bonita aqui, Yo pasar vivir en Tampa, FL.
Currente en Orlando, FL.
Sus ojos me gusto muchas.
El feo es muy beauty-full.
Las flores de unas manifestaciones have certainly done their NUMB3r on me.
Die.
Fur.
Ewigkeit.
eternity.
Everlasting.
eruptions.
Elliter­ation eh?
wet Yet?
I bet you sweat for a Poet?
I certainly hope you adore an actor.
I beumse you to be a mused by musicians musing over you alone.
Marriage isnt so tough when you I toughed it out this long.
Have Your Veins ever felt like Runaways?
Meow.
Me, OWWW?!
(;
peace//love
X//0
sugarpova?
sharapova?
more like supernoavs!
excuse me
supernovae
eh?
I could do this alllllllll day (:
Wuv youuuu
Lov u?
I wish I knew russian
Yuryevna is the only world I need to understand.
The sun swirled my whole life
Arent you the sun incarnate
and
immaculate of course.
we gloridifed all the benches
killed all the 'rockstars'
I Am augustus, antony, another one?
it goes on
ad infinitum.
I have a perfect soul.
So do you.

'I want you to notice when Im not around. You're so very specialllll :(

I wish I was Special

But Im a 'creep?
Your the creep!

Your the ******.
But its okay
I like 'Polka" dots.
Ill 'CRUCIFY' you wink any ******* time you want. BELIEVE ME.
Now
Testify

Run
Run
Run
RUŃÑŃ Uhm
Are we done yet?
Nope

"Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want, a child as soon as possible of course. Youre beaitful. The most beautiful princess a 'prince' of 'peace' could corrupt. (;

Lets Let Love LIE, Live.

Everything in its right place Maria.
I know Im a Tangential Thinker, diagnosed by Grace itself.

Ive been through prison, kail, solitary confinement.

and guess what

it wasn't all for you
but it was and i never knew

My lost lenore.
Quoth the Raven.
ALWAYS.

I am a blue bird exploding in a million bright beautiful colors and shades,
smooth spinning shapes.
Father always told me I was meant to take breeze beneath my wings and fly,  But all I want to do is roll around in the dirt;
***** dirt and I.   and I.   ||  the dirt, ***** dirt and I.   and   I.

Soothing bird songs, winds whisper along    In harmony you and I.   you and I.

I am a blue bird exploding not just in color, but in figure and scope.
On the next full moon I will pluck out of the sky and own
Every shimmering star, dreary dream, and hopeless hope.
I refuse to flap my wings like a feathery fool,
I'll keep my feet on the ground and my tail on a barstool.
Tapping talons to some beat, snapping and squawking at every fair fowl I meet.

Soothing bird songs, winds whistle along  
To every fair fowl face I greet, my hollow heart flutters, it fleets.

I am a blue bird eroding at all angles and ascensions;
savoring  such subtle and slithering sensations.
Wait for whipping winds to walk tenderly up my spine;
smelling the flowers, taking
its time
Pedals explode to expose
Ivy Iced Irises in fold
Within each bursting blossom I am swallowed
to sink in sublime.

Soothing bird songs, winds whirling strong

I am a blue bird eroding from outside and In.
The spectrum slid away--in this heavy blue I've hidden.
Praying for the pull of a pulsing red wind.
Please fill the hollow bones holding up my skin.
To lift my wings at long last and rescind.

A bluebird blissful, fistful of flight
happily hopping to the greens and the grain
accompanies the rhythm and rhyme
subtle solemn songs intertwine

Through the still and the sway, now boy don't you walk away
you just wait, we're gonna fly someday

Hearts flutter in congruency at the speed of waiting wings
swinging in the summer breeze, blending with the autumn leaves
shades sank so deeply--those amber eyes so discreetly,
just dying to complete me

And Love,

Though the fair fall is fleeting
with winter winds freezing
There's a warmth in the way
our eyes dance the days away
starry gaze, steady aim, toward the spring

You told me my colors clashed
But I think them more to dash
and lash out
at passersby to sing and scream,
to shout
to sigh and shrug,
to let it all out

To breathe real deep and hold it there
my chest the spectrum swells to a tear
dulls, pallids, dry and opaque
to sing and scream, to shout,
to shake.
Violently to wake.

Violently vaporize voluptuously
from lustful lucidity lusciously
to chromatically color kaleidoscopically
and wake.
Silently shake and to...
Brilliantly Break.

Such a brilliant break, the day's.
To shatter smoothly in calm collision

through the dripping dew, the haze
Oh the grip of you, the taste

        Such a fantastic fission
Illuminate
          Such a drastic decision
in a dreamstate.
             Such a calm collision.

You told me my colors clashed.

Your eyes, my sinking shrine
A wishing well in Town Square
filled with hope and change over time
Long and Loving I would sweetly stare
copper glowin' fine

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
what new love with my coins did you buy?

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
was my wishing well shrine emptied in the night?

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
why void of shine, lined with lies?




You told me my colors clashed
Your eyes, though sublime,
Maybe Mis-matched.

I've got the sound in my veins again
Symphonies sing in my chest, my head

You were brimming at the brink you said
We were swimming but we sink again

Your hair like the sunrise
Your touch, a bright breeze
Would you look in my eyes
When you say you never loved me?

A leaking lie looks away instead
I've got the ground in my veins again...

Everyone's a cartoon
                                    Everyone's robotic
                                                         ­          My mind spins the loom
I unravel


I'm Tangled, Tied, and Tense
                                                 You have soft eyes
                                                            ­                        I'd go anywhere
To feel that starlight


Andromeda explodes
                                    good vibrations
                                                     ­            Senses Overload
Just take it all in


Fight the phantoms
                                  Fight the phantoms off
                                                             ­            Fill up with rainbows
Let the colors out

I don't know what to do from here.
It just seems as if the entire world is fixated on some infinite screen.
So all encompassing, yet images flicker in fantastic frivolity.

Such absolutely aimless anomie
erodes the mind, heart, and soul of everything.
To the point of true societal insanity.

Where we'd rather chemically synthesize the taste of an apple,
than to plant an apple tree.
Nations wage wars in the name of peace while
Corporations, not people, enjoy freedom of speech.

Is this what it means to be a human being?
Are we encoded with DNA or with binary?
What of your beating heart? if it still pumps.
Or have your cells of blood all become zeroes and ones?

Do you look out upon the shimmering sea to be humbled and awed?
Or do your eyes map out it's marketability, growth index, and overhead costs!?

Oh, what of a metaphor for societal insanity.
To depict society as an orchestral piece;
They are all strings vibrating in the very wrong key,
resonating on a global scale in such horrific harmonies.
Yet they'll incorporate,
they'll advertise,
they'll trade the stock publicly!
They'll call it a symphony.

I miss you more in the colder months.
It's a pity. As you too,
do glowingly embrace my skin like the fair breeze at noon.
Do faintly stir my heart like fallen leaves bristling,
dancing through my fingertips.

Not a shiver, but a shining splendor did send her
With a quiver of arrows, and to my marrow.
But the cold left my bones bare.

It all brings me back there, the water smooth and still.
Illuminated in intricate
Ecstatic explosions.

You were My shimmering sea beneath a starlit sky,
A Mariner's maiden, a new year warm with wine.

In the spring you said Goodbye.
In winter, still not have I.
In the colder months I just,
need you by my side.

Not just for warmth at eventide
but too that loneliness abide
like the sand's surrender
to the ocean's tide.

Smooth and

skip
         like a
                   stone

along the water color world in my soul.

As our Brightnesses

blend into one; Irises

fray out like Bristles.

dip into eachother

dripping
              and
                     damp

I can feel your brush strokes

in my
White
          canvas
                      bones.

As your touch glides across my skin I can feel the wind beneath it;

soft and smooth
                      shivers
          up my
spine,

like leaves

dancing, romancing

as they
fall
      from
              trees in the breeze
to
collect
          and
                 weave

our bodies into* one.

Bedsheets bodies sink
passion skin pressed silhouettes
love; eclipse; sunset

It's late, your light of head has gotten you here so ride it out. Your sleight of hand is a quality I admire, in it I feel desire. Can you take me higher? Who do I have to **** for a feel, a flight? A love that's real and right. I got to close; my morose, my sorrow sent me home. But the air is bright with you still even hundreds of miles away.

It's dark and I am alone. The night all quiet and calm soothes my longings. Have you ever preferred the moon to the sun in the pallid ****** starlight? I don't need your empty threats, your "love". I'll rise above with my shot glass & rough draft. Put your hand on my chest and feel my lungs rust.

All at once in an exhale my soul lingers in front of me. Running my fingertips along it's smooth smoky existence, as it twists and twirls the world around me; I am reminded of a day years ago when we held each other close. It was the pillow puff clouds, the silky soft sky which you and I surrendered upon; and laid lazily the days away. My fingertips were flashing back is all... nothing of importance.

At any rate, I am still here, after a lucky number 7th run in with death. My pen never left. White streaks of light sing and dance across the night sky for me. My hair is trimmed and my face is clean. I start a new life tomorrow and it is miraculous. I'll wake alone in the morning to show my resolve. Your face to be erased from the back of my eyelids without a trace; when the picture frame shatters cold as ice from my balcony heights. I smile at the first stranger I see.

Time tricks the mind, makes
short things long, long things short.
I suppose I'm a duration of sorts.

Be here now?
Be here soon?
Are ghosts lost in time or are they confused?

Are pictures of the past meant to remind us whats medium, big, and small?
or are they nothing at all?

Memory makes an author out of all of us.
Don't fight the fiction
you'll lose every time.

time.
again.
It's everywhere isn't it?
It's always as well.
hmm.

is it pixels on a screen arranged in number type?
maybe the sun on your back, or is it in your eyes?
Perhaps I waste both yours and mine in trying to define.

Ah!
But there it is.
It is held self-evident of time;
fleeting, final, finite.

So if given the option between
dark and light;
fear or flight;
dormancy, eruption,
respite?
you had better ignite.

There were crows off in the distance
I didn't notice your light
I felt your ghost leap through my skin, then the windshield

Gardenias in bloom filled the womb
and shattered my stained glass windows
Colors, aromas in motion, ballooned my chest.

I floated into skies.
Absent now, your eyes.

Softly caressing where our ring once wore
In the childrens room we painted and named
The drugs that meant to liberate my veins
Felt more like a cage

All at once I woke up to the world
and I fell into it's mouth
It chewed me up and spit me out
but I felt wisdom in my wounds.
and the truth I'd thought I'd found
Left me doubtful, no doubt

But when I look to the sky
should I feel humble or obliged?
To shrink down to size?
I'd hope that there's more to life
Perhaps even a bit of flight
I'll show that sky yet, I will
I've got dreams to wake up from and fulfill
And if the sun does shine, I'll be brighter still.

¡Este día es viva!
The world will surely be mine!
Right after I hit that snooze button one more time.

I haven't loved anyone in over two years.
I find it empties me.
Bereft of all but a theft to recall
her hands were sleight but soft
And I, alive at a cost.

we wisp around my room at night
you become the walls.

My eyelids spin me around a reel.
The film is worn from use and time
but the pops and crackles warm me like a fire.
From inside the theatre glow my chest begins to float.

Have your veins ever felt like runways?

Blazing stars align
hues ascend and intertwine
swimming in your eyes

A spectacle to spectate try to relate

Young lad, riding in the back, of an automobile
He had my eyes, mouth, and voice he was real
Family accompanies his ride, looking happy but in strife
Wondering when they will die

His gaze strays outside, a car window helps his mind
Decide when he will die

Wishes of a faster
Journey here there after

Balance your sunlight with the sun's time left in the sky
A microcosm of being alive.

Just as he had gotten used to the ride
A window parallel caught his eye
Silently the glass violently tried
To contain all of what's kept inside
Her radiance transcended space and time
A momentary velocity decline

The boy's stoic face Illuminated by his fate
Could she teach him how to feel
She had her own eyes, her own mouth, her own voice
Her words were real

They both rode into the night with conversing eyes aligned
Their souls locked inside Made their way outside
Formed wings on each side As our speed did decline
Life ascended to heights past the sky so high

Stars so luminous, in their burning brilliance
Dancing close and slow, across the cosmos
Past the black veil of night
Immersed in the divine as passengers in flight

Redefining the sensual spectrum of existence
To realms exceeding mere mortal limits

Ears filled with enrapturing sounds
A majestic ocean crashing into the clouds
Eyes wide and so alive, hues blended to combine
Colors not yet realized, Only to disperse into
A wondrous barrage of bright

Bright, Bright, Bright warm breeze
It smiled at me
Washing over so subtle and serene

But as darkness does glow, and as curtains do close
The sky softly whispered to me in repose

Feel it all so deep in your bones
Take this all with you when you go
Love, Love, Love, will keep you above
Above all remember to take it slow.

Eyelids raised now lying awake
Your rhythm in my heart
Quintessence in my veins
I knew that life, would be yours,
and ours to take.

Broken heart causes
the past to resurrect life
but I will play dead

To love you again
noon gardens bloom after rain
shine bright with sunlight