My fingertips softly glides along it's silken surface.
Skin as soft as feathered silk
In servertude we are to our love.
Pleasing all of you my eternal life's purpose .

Your florescent smile against the backdrop of a starry night.
The dim moon envious of its glow.
It illuminate the darkened universe.
Your radiant essence eternally my guiding light.

Your birth the wings of my confidence.
like the wind guides a feather
You make me want to be a better me
Soar to a higher consciousness.

You are my heavenly earthly angel
Your tongue taste devine
Our union blessed in nirvana
Our love religious, devotees, it has it's own shrine..

I look upon the canvas cloaking earth in its entirety, yet its not tangible.
Our sustenance, to sustain life it's critical.

Its companion has the shade we seek on a warm day, lovers carve their union to a part of history, we insist on destroying the beautiful, replacing it with decay.

Why do we march so valiantly towards demise, when we have the ability for ourselves to get saved.

Why do we seek intelligence, but overlook a simple concept as tolerance, is this how we were made?

I believe we borne with a blank slate, pure and kind, it is the infested dark of this world that infests and overtake our mind. If you lucky enough not to be borne into it, during your journey, prey, you it will find.

Embedded in history, a dark slithering serpent has this world in a bind, it is called corporations, they enslaved human kind.