She's a stone. .
No, her heart is a  b o u l d e r . .
Can't be moved in force.
You need to break her into pieces first!

She's a flower ***. .
No, her mind is a towering  t r e e . .
Bear that she don't mind losing some leaves,
Rotten ones, go and fall to the seas!

She's a half moon.
No, her smiles are  e c l i p s e .
A sight to behold, but there's darkness
Once seen, could send death w/o peace!

She's a *** of liquid gold.
No, her eyes are  a s t e r o i d s. .
Falling endlessly,
Like gravity possessed space.

She's a sparkling gem.
No, her eyes are polished  d a g g e r s !
Without words she can ****,
That's how she seeks peace. .

In her, there's an  A t o m  o f   E v i l .
But a  U n i v e r s e  o f   L i g h t.
There's a blackhole of dust,
But colonies of stars. .

E v i l ,   y e t   l i g h t .
She lives, but never forgets.
A threshold too high, once full
Go hide under your blanket of scars!
Don't take a step, coz
It could be your last breath.

.

I am merely the conduit...
For those who are voiceless.
Or the servant even...
To things which lay silent.
I am the medium through which
you come alive.

A noteworthy find,
but your words are still your own.
Birthed from the deepest ocean of thoughts...
Forged with the fiercest fires of emotions...
And harvested from the richest mine we call life.

But I hadn't planted the seeds...
You did.

But you did nurture them,
so they might flourish.
You did share them,
so others you nourish.
If I am anything in this enterprise,
I am the wind that brushes your skin...
Not the gust that fills your sail.

Then I accept that we're both so fitting.
Therefore I acknowledge you
as you do I.



Me
Muse

.

Glaring at the sun as the sun glares back, losing sense of time, my minds lost track, words are all that's left as I piece them in my brain.

                     ˙ǝuɐsuᴉ ʎpɐǝɹlɐ ɯ,I
             ssǝupɐɯ sᴉɥʇ ʇɥƃᴉɟ ooʇ ǝʇɐl oʇ

You see, I know what's real and not
To some degree
I know you're lovely,
crazy beautiful,
Honey in the sun

I have eyes
Ears
I know I'm weird
Hell,
I argue with my daughter over which toys are hers and mine
To play with

Ive tasted "store honey"
And "wild honey"

You
Are
Wild Honey

I wish to drip You
On my dry tongue

Steal you,
from the bees

Keep your golden self
In my glass jar

But,

You,
Are
Wild honey