Steady rainfall in the park.
I hardly notice the wet gravel
soaking cold, dark spots
into my soul from the knees.

Tonight, in perfect stillness,
I ventured farther than I have,
or anyone should.
I vainly offered you everything.

Alone now, I listen to the shifting wind.
The tempest is growing, but I want to stay.
If it carries me off at least I'll be spared
the agony of walking away from you.

Water beats down from heaven,
running off my shirt, slicing into skin,
slowly breaking my composure until, at last,
I become the storm.

Dreamer, it is time,
For you to draw your sword again.
Long enough has it rusted –
Laid unused –
As you slept in your prison of fear.
Wake up now! It is time for your dreams,
To come true.
Those walls are only as thick,
As you let them be;
They only hold strong,
As long as you fear them.
Now tell me you still have courage,
Tell me you still believe,
Because if you do,
Then tell me you won’t let yourself,
Suffer in here any longer;
You were not meant to die,
In this prison of fear.
So go! Break free! Fly!
Draw your sword and finally,
Leave those ***** walls behind...

If you could just recognize
That I still exist,
Then I could make it through the day
I little less of a mess.
I won't let you destroy me
With perpetual distance
I'm a magician, in me
There's hidden genius.
It saddens me to believe
That the most beautiful thing
To come of our meeting
Are the words I sing.
Fallen from heaven
Still my dream remains.
To step upon my alter,
Forever The Fool
With you beside me, a Queen.

Shadow of 99%
Emptiness

Atoms
Molecules
Spinning boundless

And this thing
I call I

This reproach
To the massive
Nothing Bhodidharma
Brought from
The east

In the vast
Uninhabitable area
Between stars
I sit

And contemplate
Blue endless sky
And fathomless
Oceans of
Being
And you

My lost girl

With all the
Galaxies
Tight wrapped
Wrapt

Between your
Thighs