The time has come to close your eyes
We said our I love yous and said our goodbyes
It's time to relax and let the feelings go
Don't worry about us, were stronger then you know.

It's time to see the light, and feel gods touch
It's in gods hands now, but please know we will miss you so much.

Nature has divine qualities
Beyond national divides
So heart enfold immortal love
Where one sees mountain dance and move

In this do love has no color
Skin pigment shouldn't be honor
For all bears reddish clot
As we tread on earth path

So soil of time embraces our body
As the enlived soul transpired to the sky
All become one in a starky heaven
Where no divide and rule leaven

Only unending peace it brings
Shrinking hearts with joy and unending smiles
As they commune in glows of divine instinct
For the greatest commandment is love

As bird fly above
So cloud of hate gives love as chance
Embracing one with will of divine
So our earth become an undying paradise

written by
Martin Ijir

The amount of simplicity in the air has me craving for your complex soul
You're beauty only lustfull
You make a empty man whole

You're a work of art so majestic so pure
You're young yet not childish
You're superior so mature

With your abundantly overflowing aura
You make me question my religion
You have me reading the Torah

Your body like the oceans waves
It kills are the people who dare to stare
You end up digging graves

Lets get lost it space and wonder about
We could be two wonderous bodies
Look into each others eyes and make out

Let me explore the the magnificent perfection you are
Let us be blissful
Let me kiss you on a star.

- T

you are paper,
let yourself be crumpled,
and then tell me stories
about your creases, your scars;
memories living in jars

tell me how it hurt
to be molded impetuously
because you still feel pain
when your wrinkles look like veins,
fragile streaks of vulnerability
flowing within you,
all over you,
and i will tell you
that i could not care less
if you are a mess of crooked roads;
if you are no longer like the others
devoid of folds
because these folds define you,
and the others do not crumple
in the same way as you do

you are paper,
skinned from nature
let yourself be written,
and then tell me stories
about yourself, your tales
without ever having to use a pen