Lets count the stars tonight
Under the comfort of dreams
Just you and me
Lets count the stars each night
Until the end of my life
For the rest of your life
Count them down to one
When the star that warms the day
Comes crawling over the distant
And cast shade over us
Then let us rest under this tree
Planted by you
Planted by me
Under the comfort of dreams
Where we will lay until the sun sleeps
Then lets count the stars again
And again and
again
Till we have counted every one
And recorded every breath
And felt every beat
And died over and over
In each others arms
While counting the stars
Under the comfort of dreams

Kiss me in the down pour of the rain
Love me through the death of my heart
Give me eternity inbetween the minutes of the setting sun
Show me forever in the reflection of the moon
Breath life back into dreams
Sew wings back on to hope
Blow wishes back into the wind
Sit with me beneath a tree
And let me fall with the leaves

What is it that we do?
Sewing metaphor to rhyme without reason
Mashing reason to metaphor without meaning
It's all so pretty in pretend
Ignoring ugly reality
For beautiful fiction
Why worry about tomorrow
As long as you can **** today away
**** poor but drunk rich
Pop another pill
For fake thrills
Sacrifice the truth
For pleasant lies
It's easier to feel numb
Than heart
Broken

Old and new
Since birth to new
Friends come and gone
Love burned and died and lived and remembered
Flames that never stopped burning
Dreams that never stopped yearning
Laughter that echoed
Years that streched
Minutes that passed too quick
Life learned
Lessons died
Death of regret
Remembering our first kiss
Dreamt or felt
It all seems real
Fiction or reality
Why does the heart beat
Other than love

Paint until your colors weep
Weep until your pain writes
Write until your words are drunk
Drink until your heart cries
Cry until your eyes sleep
Sleep until your soul wakes
Wake up in the middle of dreams
Dream in the wind that carries you to love
Love completely as it burns
Burn completely into love
And love always

Give me death for an hour
To slumber in peace
And dream of eternity
Locked in autumns embrace
Gold to orange to red leaves
Still clinging to trees
Watching death dream
Unable to sleep
Hour by hour

She wore death as crown
And balanced the cosmos on her fingertips
She could ****** June with a stare
But preferred the slow anticipation of Novembers rain
She created the illusion of god
And slept with the devil
She gave birth to sin
And made sin a pleasure
Nothing bloomed without
The touch of blood
Dripping down
From between her thighs
She drained the colors from her right eye
To paint the night
And morning sky
Then planted its corpse deep within the earth
A tree grew of myth and legend
The leaves turned into dragons
Fallen branches turned into flame
She sits beneath its shade
With one eye left
To weave fate and time
You will met her at your end
Queen of the blind

She was a hot knife
Carving through deaths grip
Something heaven couldn't mold
And hell dare not to hold
She had whisky waiting on her lips
And sin blooming between her hips
Venom swimming in her blood
Poison waiting in her touch
Fools paradise in gold laden vines
Wrapped around and steal the last breath
Of those that found the snake hiding in her kiss
Nothing left
No ghosts
No bones
No soul
No trace or mist
After she has stolen
Your life and death
No one will rember
You exist

Is it love?
This vague imitation of life
This thing we pretend to know
To do
To be
The reason we ****** our hands and knees
This thirst and exhilaration
What are we so desperate for?
What is this hunger stabbing in our belly?
In our guts?
In our bone and marrow?
What drives our instinct of survival?
How can we say we care about tomorrow
While ******* away today?
******* away our loneliness
Instead of facing who we are
In mirrors built for one
Bullets penetrating knife scars
Both in our backs and
In our chests
Cold steel and hot lead
Love triangle forever wed
Bleeding heart of hope
Dying by the rope
Noose tied
Dead tree
Cold hands
Stroking
The noise of lust
Pitter patter dead feet
Ghost in the hall
Wearing no reflection at all
Love in fake *******
Wilted by the dozen
Heart shaped box
Chocolate covered lies
Bitter lullabies
Rose colored lips
Breathing false sentiment
Two dimes for a quarter
To buy back lost alibis
Imitating life
What's the purpose
Without love?

Do we just live life
As deaths flower waiting to
Bloom and fade away

She came from the land of haunted castles
And the pages of a dead love tale
I would sell my soul to the devil
To give her my last first kiss
But the devil wasn't buying  
He laughed and howled and said
My heart was out of wishes
And my soul was just bad luck
He broke both my thumbs
And stole the moon
And tied a noose to a dying oak tree
And then left me on the road
Without even the stars to read
His parting gift
Was a piece of paper and a pen
And bullet of bad news
And a bit of advice
He suggested to put this dream
Out of my misery

Her smile was the salt and the beauty of the sea
Her hair was the mist and the tears of the ocean
Her head was lost in the waves crashing through dreams
Her heart was made of butterfly wings and humming bird songs
And her pulse continuously weaved a cocoon of love around eternity
Her skin came from the softest clouds of heaven
And her blood was pulled from the concupiscent flames of hell
She was the story spoken by angels
And the hidden whisper in the devils eye
She pulled black feathers from the night sky
And sculpted them into the first birds of flight
She gave one bird the sun
  and one bird the moon
    and one bird the stars
Then set them free into the night she had made them from
She taught madness how to laugh
Then gave it a mountain and a hat
She once had a cat
But only kept it long enough to teach it to smile and vanish
And then never saw it again
She spoke only in the lost language of sleep
But never slept herself
She watched over the breath of life and was the mother of death
She belonged with the dreams of a dream
And was the dream of the waves crashing through her head

There was something about her smile that told him they would kiss beneath the moon
Her lips held the promise of paradise and her tounge was laced with honey
He already knew the warmth and silk of her ******* as they stood shyly before one another
The taste of heaven was waiting with the poem yearning to be written between her legs
Her soft folds would be the paper and his mouth would be the pen
Their blood held the secrets of ink
And their souls burned with the colors of lust
They stirred cold whisky and exchanged hinted glances throughout the night
As the minutes melted into hours and their breathing fell into sync
She took his hand and lifted her dress just a little
He could see the stars of her blanket and feel the magic within her sheets
And before he could blink he was lost inside her universe
And the moon watched the kiss that slowly undressed their souls
And they felt magic and madness unfold in their hearts as they tangled their limbs blindly
And the night sky listened to their soft moans and frantic pulse
And shuddered as they both wrote with gentle whispers the last words
To the poem waiting between her legs

She moved methodically with lucid dreams
  streaked through the fibers of her hair
Her skin was made from sheets cut from
  the clouds that drifted lazily over heaven
Her eyes where iridescent pearls stolen
  from the depths of the pools of paradise
She twirled lighting between her fingers
  and pulled magic out of coins
Her voice carried the soft comforts of
  thunder
And she often whispered of the smell of
  rain
While playing songs about november on
  the broken strings of a dead piano
She could hypnotize the flame of a candle
  and set the whole world ablaze
As she hummed along with the madness
  hidden between the wings of moths
She pulled cotton candy out of  thin air
  and blow smoke rings that tasted of
    whiskey and lust
Her lips were glazed with a tranquil poison
  that held the promise of love
While the honey dripping from her tounge
  warned of the suicde of romance
I stared a moment too long and found
  myself tangled in a lucid dream
    caught between life and death

If we are to question are we different?  Man and women, on the surface the question itself is rhetorical and we need not point out the obvious.  It is of the existential scalpel that peels away the skin and flesh and disregards the blood and guts, the bones must be broken and burned and turned to ash and left for the wind before the question has any meaningful validity.  Though we will find no facts to our answers here, only the rhetoric  of opinions and beliefs.  We can only prove ourselves fools to pretend to know what we become or what we are without our bodies.  But to avoid the greys and shadows of things we cannot prove is even more foolish.  The question now becomes tangled in dissecting ideologies of the soul, spirit, mind, and heart.  Is there a difference in soul and spirit?  Is there a heart or mind that lives beyond the physical world?  If not, is it just lights out in the end?  A one and done life, no heaven or hell, no reincarnation, no returning to the stars, no second dips into the primordial ooze?  If that is the case, if nothing exists or lives beneath our skin or in our blood... then the question itself needs no other answer than the obvious.  But why ask it then?  Even when we know that an answer to a question can not have a right or wrong reply, that each answer we receive will be based on opinions, beliefs, faith, or feelings... doesn't the question carry a more important weight?  It is in both the differences and similarities that our answers place us within a common ground.  In a place we seek to find a deeper understanding and consciousness of one another.  If in our matter of beliefs there is something living within us, If perhaps the soul acts as the body to our spirit, mind, and heart at the end of our current journey and we do return to a primordial ooze or to the night sky.  If we travel from this life to another while leaving our bodies behind... Then the question would come to its full bloom and I would say (without knowing but feeling) that we are all more similar than we are different and in that we would most likely be the same.

Live a life without fear of death
  Love so freely
               so wildly
That when it is time to write
    you're final page
That death will pause and tremble
          to read your
            last words
Then with your last breath
  embrace death
And fill its lungs
with a life well lived
And pass through this life
  and illusion
Towards the next dream
of love and immortality
                            For if in the end
                            All we find is the end
                                Dream the dream
                                  that never ends
                                    Dream of life and
                                      death and
                                        death and love
                                           and love and
                                        Life and dream
                                          without fear

Only on the floor of a stage
Only between the pages of a book
Only in the sound of a song
Will love bloom in an instant
Will a first kiss outlast time
Will the moment pause and become eternity
Only here in the make belive
Only here in whispered dreams
Only here in Shakespeare wishes
Will life pass in a blink
Will ribbons flow like blood
Will the dead rise to take a bow
Under the spotlight
After the last curtain
On an empty stage
In a blank book
In an unwritten song
I will fall for you
Again
And again

Days seem longest when the sun won't set
Nights seem longest when the stars don't shine
I know I'll never be yours
Because you'll never be mine
Still nothing will **** this love inside
Nothing will let this heart beat die
No matter how much I cry
No attempts or acts of suicide
Not the death of all time
Its gonna be a long long life
With this love inside

Take a dream to a star
****** the man in the moon
Put a bullet in his back
Watch the sky crack
Walk along the fallen pieces in the air
You will find it easiest this way
Don't mistake your tears for the rain
You will only get lost in the waves
It might feel like its been weeks
Of weeping in a dream
And thats when you will find
A starfish in a noose
Hanging just out of reach
You won't be able to take another step
Without finding your own death
You will be at the beginning of new dreams
When you find yourself
At oceans end

Tired but not asleep
Dreamful but not dreaming
Looking through the ceiling
Imagined moon
And countless stars
Touching your ethereal skin
Hell trembling and
Heaven breathing deep within
I know the taste of your lips
Although we have never kissed

Only in dreams
Have I felt your *******
Your weight ontop of me
Heard your whispers
And your moans
Known the fire of your soul
Bathed in the colors of your heart
Dreams of desires lustful rage
Taste the salt between your legs
But only while lost in sleep
Have I ever known you beneath these sheets
Illusions of wanted love
Ghost of things that have not been
Leave their fingerprints
On my hardened skin
When the sun comes crawling in

I have no shame
I have no pride
Only this love
That burns inside

Women of strange passion
Wearing suicide for fashion
Braclet of scars adorning wrist
Poison flowing where blood should dance
Womb full of pills devoid of life
Nothing stirring in soulless eyes
In silent stares I hear them cry
Why does love so often die
While wearing fashions of suicide

Time crawls
Alcohol flows
What a petty waste
Of shyness
Nothing of nothing
Dreams lost
Bitter sweet
Souls crushed
Under oceans deep
Nothing of nothing
Conversations never spoken
Love without its token
Was she beautiful
Under druken gaze
Or was it nothing of
Nothing

Its all horrible
We write it badly
We treat it poorly
We swim in it
We bath in it
We **** in it
We pollute it
And then we drink it all down
With all our dirt and filth
And blood and *****
We foam at the mouth for it
Perpetually thirsty for more
Hungry for our own human excrement and disease
Smearing ink in lustful fits
Burning paper and prayers begging the stars to deliver us to love
Or in true desperation
From love
Dog earring every page of a thesaurus
Yet never touching a dictionary
Four letter words disguised in elegant metaphors
All the flash of a deadpan affair
Of little meaning and no significance
We trudge through it day after day
Wasting our yesterday's
Chasing the forever distant tomorrow
Completely forgetting today again and again
We claim to dream
But never sleep
We die before we ever live
We only love to pretend
And only pretend to love
While whispering that four letter word
In the dark
Under stars and sheets
Moaning the minutes away
Grinding flesh over bones
Faking death as we carelessly spill life
Between ******* and on low backs
The four letter word echoing along our spines
As we come down from hollow ectasy
Then we bath in it
Swim in it
Pollute it
Treat it poorly
And worst of all write it down
The horrible act of poetry

Falling asleep in dreams
Of warm silken thread
And hearts blood string
Forming a cloud cocoon
Waking up in this slumber
Streching arms into wings
Butterfly beautiful blue eyes
In this never ending sleep
In these clouds
Where my heart
Now only dreams
And only falls
And I only have
Love for
You

In tallest tower keeps
Dreams of lovers sleep
Made of words and ink
Above the mountains
Where dragons fly
Songs of you and I
Castle clouds and pillow stars
No hope out of reach
Where the dreamweavers never sleep
Lay down worries
Put tears away
In this tower love will always stay
The climb is a simple one
Click your heels or make a wish
It is just a dream away
A dream both old and new
A dream forged from heavens breath
A dream of me and you