I feel it coming
I hear them calling
The silence is breaking
Their whispers less confusing
The darkness,its voice soothing
The abyss, its voice  compelling
The void seductively inviting
The dark calls my name
The abyss my eulogy proclaim
The void sweetens my nickname
I long to answer and turn
But there is that which i must do
I must this cold brave,
and this war win
I must this light shine,
and this heart share
I must spread this LOVEz

Look at me.
I have my side soaked with these sparks
melting away so many veiled winters.
There’s ivy in the songs I listen to
at nights
and that thin line that separates (interpreting us)
the want for each other
from the want to ravish one another.

I don’t know.
Nostalgize me.
Let’s go back to blinks and look at us
right before you end us...
“Able or unable?”
Madrid was burning yet there was a kiss
in which we didn’t care about
dying in flames.

Take out the camera and capture this:
The Moon cries as well
knowing it will never
be able to reach the wolf.

Giant sun chalked
Boldly on ground
Inspired by a child
Another sun colored
Laboriously on paper
Created  by a child
Flashy sun painted
Proudly on canvas
Gifted by child
Tiny suns giant suns
Connected suns
Undone suns
Did the sun disappear
From us.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.