Hold my hand, dear beloved.
Although a morsel of imagination,
One day our paths will cross.

Illicit love, devil's dove

Stars will align to signal the
Apocalypse, unfurling
When our flowers bear fruit

Some say you’re a fairytale,
But I sense your presence,
Like the meerkat tasting the
Rain hours before it falls.
Take cover, for the storm will
Rage and thunder clap
As our fingers interlock.

Illicit love, devil's dove

One-way ticket to brimstone lake.
Is this the price of happiness?
Sacrifice bliss for man’s nod?
Shall I rot alone for purity’s sake?
No.
Together, we’ll rewrite man’s laws
And the pearly gates will swing open,
For paradise lies in you and I,
An eternity tucked in your embrace.

Illicit love, devil's dove

Meanwhile, I’m well aware,
That in my den forever forbear,
My eyes will never meet
My dear beloved of my sleep.

Night falls.
It’s time for a conversation with the moon.
Its reflection upon the silky pond.
Crescent smile beams for me.
Hoot, hoot goes the owl perched up high,
Letting me know that I’m not alone,
For shadows watch me, a curiosity.
Deep into the forest, to man unknown,
I speak with the moon.
Today I brought tears for it to drink,
As they drop onto the water, sending
Ripples of emotion.
I want the moon to tell me who I am.
It’s been here for eons, surely it must know.
Sometimes silence speaks the loudest,
The moon told me.
It said to listen, and listen closely.
At first all I heard was the forest’s
Harmony of critters and swaying trees.
But then I heard it.
I heard the cooing of my mother
As she cradled me in her arms.
I heard my father’s proud pat on my back.
I heard the adulation of my peers.
But then a dark cloud blocked the
Crescent smile before me.
I then heard the demon within me.
I heard it call me for who I was.
A luscious red apple with a rotten core.
A man with a filthy secret
A man afraid of what awaits him.
A man disgusted of what he’s become.
The dark cloud went on its way,
Crescent smile came to my rescue,
For I heard hope.
What does hope sound like?
Well, it’s the laughter of a friend
Who accepts you for who you are.
It’s the rooster’s crow signaling
A new tomorrow rising with the sun.
The crescent smile beamed once again.
I’ve found myself with the moon’s song.

He was a man who stopped time
stretch a second in love
as much as he wanted

This was not the case
for Saturday traffic
he left before she got there

Sitting at the corner table
she ordered a cup of coffee
-for here-
in case he returns for that napkin
that napkin inscribed in chocolate

"I waited, you never got here
this flower is yours, if it's alive
when you find it
water it"

She did and drove home
against traffic with just a note
and a flower

Oh, if only the man that stops time
could also take care of traffic!

If you start devouring,
please... devour all!
if pieces are left behind,
    they'll learn how to crawl.

teach me how to love,
and to be loved.
so that i will know the meaning
of what is everything