-i really can't sleep, nothing is working

                                                -that's okay, close your eyes and count to ten

-no, i can't sleep, my mind is not functioning.

                                              -that's okay, i'm here. close your eyes and rest

-i need help, no one is listening

                                           -you should rest. close your eyes and go to bed.
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                                                                                            -see you tomorrow.

A long day of shadows--
Never glisten the meadows---
We have chosen the wrong--
Day by day,
We have almost forgotten
that divine song,
Losing the spiritual light of the god---
Moving ourselves in a darkness broad----

I see the sky has grown red crucified--
The spiritual light is being satisfied---
The Satan is being terrified--  
Mother Mary becomes merriment---
That her holy son again removes the darken---
We are wondering again to be unified-
The earth is growing with magnified---

Flowers aroma blowing amour of love
The children singing the reception's song,
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!!

Angels play divine melody--
Truths coming too merrily--
We are waiting for the light of the prophet (Jesus)
in the darkness of the horizon---

being in the fog of unclear thoughts
while waiting for a calm moment for them to sit down
to put in hold this part of life, may be a good decision after all.
but there you came fast to me, full of your wicked **** grin,
and I'm not afraid of shaking my thoughts even harder,
while everything is going slower.

Your beauty is unmatched
your essence unscathed
you could wrap me in your curls
and leave me bound for days
The thick bristles on your face
resemble a forest to discovery,
your mouth a cave to explore
lighting the way with electricity
generating from our rapport
Sweeter than a glob of icing
on the last slice of cake—
Your twisted expressions
make my chest quake
You’re a lot to take in—clean cut nails
and pasty speckled skin; the
trail of hair on your belly and
your form soundly sleeping
where our motions had been
Now you are far a fields away
frolicking in colorless grass,
lost and in denial of what
you could have made last.

I asked for you,
To melt me
With your fire.
I asked for snow,
To numb the truth,
Instead this December,
The sky gave company to my tears,
Drenched my soul in the rains.

my own mind
robs me of serenity
delusions seem real
and fears of the future
seem imminent

a huge weight is lifted
when I trust in a loving power
I do not know what
but it's not me

Quakers call it the Divine Light
Taoists call it the Great Tao
and Yoda called it the force all around us
I choose to call it *Love