That we must exist each to complement the universe,
All of us a star from last to first.

In our minute of fame be naught of vain,
For simple reasons esoteric remain.

To break the chain of freedom yet bound by common air.
To climb over our trials to see the sunrise there.

To await and embrace mercy, but judge ourselves of truth,
To brighten every darkness and be forever youth.

The promise of love kept close to your breast
The smile that gently dissolves my stress
The hands that hold the fate of my memory
Your kiss that stimulates my simple alchemy

The hug that warms like *****
The feeling like an ecstatic guest of Willie Wonka
I'm standing jumping, rubbing on your feet
Your human puppy awaits its treat

In the forest of my mind,
look there, see a clearing.
A spot devoid of emotion or endearing,
No love and other fleeting things,
No matching rings ,
you'll find peace yet lose your bearing.
that happened when you left me.

In the forest of my mind ,
Lay many buried treasures,
To keep them safe are drastic measures,
A rickety swing rope bridge gives no pleasure.
Left of the waterfall are skeletons of past relationships

In the forest of my mind,
Shiny are the eclectic art of earth, Scions.
The dreamy numbing clink of spent emotional bitcoins.
Redeem a golden smile from a fortune guarded by lions.
If you dare,

For in the forest of my mind.

Here I am S-A- F- E

I will love you with all my might.
With all my remaining light .
To be your beacon bright.
The warmth on winter nights.
The core of me ......radiates with your energy.
Whle I fade to white.

In the castle of my smile
All lovely words are imprisoned in stone
This place I am king that stretches a mile
My tongue its gilded throne

In the castle of my smile,                
I spy through its bars of milky white
The silky wonderful love of my life 
Walk Eden's paradise of light.

In the castle of my smile,                
I weave a golden rope of magic letters,
Gluing jointed lyrics with praise filled ethers
Ignoring the splinters of criticism  for better.

My means of escape down the walls to you.

30 paces North of the Heart
20 soft hands East of Bliss
40 stares West of never not my type
I found the treasure of our Love.
and buried it again for spite.

This life brings fresh tasty feelings,
Honey laced emotions wetting my lips,
I say your name and simultaneously think of your hips.
To hold them as my steamy marble cocoa, a frothing cup.
An image, angel of mercy conjured up,

Once lost in my sea of latent thoughts.
I feel your net surround me and I'm caught.
Raising me by my wrists to the shore to be bought.
Alas! freeing me to walk the garden of happy.

The Fuchsia fruits of love hang so easy and low,  
I pick and sink my teeth in with violent throes,  
Feel their silky juices staining my lions and soaking my innocence....
But the sweetness makes me close my eyes.