~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~

Do you ever wonder
if flowers cry the way
clouds do up in the
sky* ~

I met a boy who's shy
as a fox. He has hair thick
as it's fur. Eyes big ,
round and glow. I met a
boy who's free and wild
like the untamed wolves
who roam around the woods
in the silver moonlight. He's
the boy I love. The boy that
i saved from shapeshifting
in the dead of night. One kiss
before midnight stopped his
body from aching and shaking.
It stopped his bones from
cracking and breaking. One
kiss was all it took to cure his
curse. But he will always remain
my little wolf boy. The boy I
met when I was wondering lost
in the dark. The boy i touched
before he shifted into the
creatures of the night who
hunt for prey and mark their
territories with their paws
and claws* ~

He's the boy who
pulled the moon
from the sky and
watched it kiss
me* ~

Your the sunshine
pouring down on my
skin. Your the light
giving life to the
forests I hold from
within* ~

Scared ?
Of the dark and the
demons of the night.
Burnt ?
From the flames
licking my bedroom
walls and skin.
Voices ?
Couldn't stop them
from haunting me.
Insane ?
The pain drove me
to that.
Afraid ?
Of being alone in this
never ending war.
Love ?
It pulled me by the
hand to the light.
Kisses ?
They put out the fire
that left me burnt and
bruised.
Poetry ?
It rolled down my arms
and thighs the minute
your eyes locked on
mine* ~

Hands full of love. Hands
full of art. Hands full of
tattooed hearts. Hands
full of passion and lust.
Fingers tangled like a
knot to help each other
walk out of the
dark* ~