Do you know that the stars above
hang on a single strand of imagination?

And with every idea that falls from
the minds of innocence brightens there glow.

When we wish upon a star hanging before our
eyes, its a star that only burns bright for your sight.

The stars hang on the imaginations of all that wish
to see beyond ourselves looking in to the night.

Paint my future,
Erase my past,
Illuminate my presence.

I am neither empty nor full,
I am simply just a sparkling flame of truth
For your perception.

This mighty pen wields the power
To hunt through white space,
Crafting thought pattern containers of meaning,
Thus conveying concepts for reception.

This ceremony is a pleasure to engage in,
Whilst I bask in the throne of peace
I send messengers from the far East
To redirect the seams sown shut
In the fabric of obscenities.

Ask why and stay fast on your mission for truth,
For it is a timeless inescapable loop.

My heart is a vessel on waves of feelings,
that are turbulent beyond comprehension.

Swells encompass my being, sometimes I think
to release the lifeboat of emptiness.

But when all seems lost and unforgivable,
A gentle surge lifts upon my emotions.

I am a vessel on a ocean of conative affection
sailing upon the rough as well as the love.

the night seems not as dark
and the problems not as  insurmountable
and the flowers grow  more noticeably prettier
and the  moon I notice glows like never before
the day dawns with glory
and time ticks like my heart beats
every one for you

Can we ascend beyond the realms of
what lays beneath out feet.

Wondering like dust particles on the
tempest of the nothingness.

Seeking  the seeds of creation that lay
in the realms of others treading carefully.

We may be particles in a void of infinity
but even dust can make ripples in its wake.

*"We are children of the universe, creativity
expects us to draw upon the stars,

All whispers were his silence,
                                                    death.

in the green grasses growing on the shore
of the little river trickling through
I sat and thought of her and tomorrow
how crystal clear and  pure it all seemed
how she smiled and looked at me
from the side when no one else was looking
looked up at the  branches of trees and
how they weaved and looked at the embroidery
of all the weeds and thorny bushes entangled  and vines
a web of things I had  not seen or looked at clear
glanced again in the water how crystal clear I thought again
and how just below  is everything a fish or an old hook
stuck in some branch I can't see from here.
And thought as I drew my bare feet up under me
I have to go swimming , then.