All those caterpillars
that became butterflies
had turned back into caterpillars
after all those times.

All those times
we spent as lovers
have come to this now our honeymoon stage is over,
the Law of Diminishing Returns is taking over.

What is it, you ask?
I'm no lawyer to take just,
but I'll explain it to you my love,
everyone goes through this, not just us.

Economists says,
the more you have something,
it worth to you less.
That's what we are, that kind of being.

The more we spend time together,
the less the pleasure.
The more we give,
the less we appreciate.

But hey, don't fret.
It doesn't mean we don't love each other,
or that we love each other less,
It's just nature, I guess.

I think it's a good thing,
to have this kind feeling.
Since I have the tendency to be obsessed,
this, I think is for the best.

Also to prevent from being satiated,
or from being dependent,
to stand up with our own two feet,
and from time to time, miss a kiss.

Because we cannot give what we don't have,
we should learn what they call the greatest love.
It's to love yourself so you can love,
with it, you can give all the love you have.

If I am complete and you are as well,
we can support and love each other very well.
Without missing a piece of our identity,
without having doubts in ourselves.

So this law, my love, is just a proof,
that we are getting more mature.
In our love we are more sure,
that whatever obstacles, we can endure.

Perhaps me and the moon are similar..
hollow inside secretly...
scratch the latter line..the powers that be are seeking me..
you manifest light..where darkness should overcome it..
Are you God,? Did you say let there be light? Or did you hum it?..

but i revel in your loneliness, with silence and stillness..
Psychologist say  anti-social but my gift is no illness...

i skip rocks, in the dark blue lake where the moon reflects..
every rock, prophetic, a prophecy doomed and blessed..

and as the rocks sink, so do the illusions of my mind...
that illustrate an infinite hologram of space and time..
And..

i create the ripple as i launch the small boulder...
if i create such a ripple, imagine if i had a shoulder..

I mean in a sense..i create the reality I see...
and thats the secret of the universe..you heard it here from me...

never throw a rock if you dont want it to sink,
never pick the rock up, first.. stop and think..
And everytime you launch one remember the lake takes the blow..
the lake is the universe.. so start skipping slow...

and if you feel lonely, look up at the ever lasting light, Moon...
you will soon realize that God's been staring at you since the womb...

when it shifted back and forth the water in your mothers body in accordance...
to the accordion played by the angels, as heaven whispers with importance..


-afj

The blaze of the sun cut through their flesh
Sun kissed sweaty skin and dehydrated lungs

Knelled and cried for mercy
The heavens answered their prayers

Loud thuds were heard like a roaring lion
Lightning struck like a shooting star

Their quench was put off
Soil's aroma spread; it rained.