I recall moments of heightened creativity and awareness .. Offering prayer before works of art and music , followed by periods of robust obscurity and contempt ..

Give a man,power and you will see his real colour.

Astronomy
On my mouth
Smeared deep into the corners
And stars entering my lungs with every deep inhale
Making me see nebulas
I've never seen a night sky so crystal quiet

I feel like I could dance all night
In the smoke of midnight fire
To hollow tunes that inch me closer towards the constellation creators
That make me tumble into a more interesting universe where I'm constantly curious but not anxious about finding my answers

Hollywood dreams
Teacups on silver afternoons
And a taste for blood and kisses

Posh spice
Bus rides roof top balcony
Truck stop bathroom

Barcelona real punk scene
Girls with green fishnets and mascara running from their teary eyes
Just what I wanna be

Living never felt this good
Now that I have died
And my ground I have stood
And these tears I have cried

I’m so glad that is You who lives in me
And I surrender completely
I’m so glad it’s You in me
Please have Your way in me

You came and You died on a cross
Rose from the grave once again
You suffered the loss
That I could be Your friend

I’m so glad that is You who lives in me
And I surrender completely
I’m so glad it’s You in me
Please have Your way in me

You were slaved that I might be free
You were broken to make me whole
I surrender completely
And to You I give my soul

I’m so glad that it is You who lives in me
And I surrender completely
I’m so glad it’s You in me
Please have Your way in me

The deluge harbors fear in once intrepid sailors
Even flax sails cry out mercy from the mighty gale
A breach in each soul sceams out that reminder
Of jagged rocks defending the isle soon to lacerate their hull
Those cries meant naught as tears in canvas offer only impending doom
Some stand steadfast gripping that false belief of hope
Others kiss their own fate as a quick grip and jump
Forever washes all mental torture far far away

Something is in the air
Ever escaping, never clear
Neither positive or negative
No direction just there
Pure, everlasting and aware
Oh! Sweet smell of ambiguity
Flowing free and effervescent
Trying to unclench now to be
Yet in trying I'll never measure
For there are no weights
So finally not wanting to see
That enticingly sweet smell
Chooses now to encompass me

My friend caught me laughing whilst crying.
He said "umm are you going insane?"
"Dear friend, have a seat.
Let me tell you this funny thing about pain.
When you're hurting your senses swirl
And sooner than later everything sounds the same.
Like, "I love You" sounds just like "There's someone else."
The roses they bring you are bewitching, but lean in and a stranger's scent is all you'll smell.
I mean, yes they'll carress you like it's the first time, but your replacement is all you'll feel.
Confusion will paint illusions, soon all happy sights your mind is refusing & you can't see what's real.
& taste? Dear friend, The ultimate bitter is taste.
It's like collapsing & dropping your time casserole; all you can do is stare down, what a waste.
So I know you're confused as you stare at my bright smile as my eyes are running.
But to be honest with you, I'm puzzled, I can't quite decipher if it hurts or its funny."

We're all one heartbreak away from insanity.

The secrets of the  universe can wait --
The moon in the window is material.
There can be no persuading the Muses to explain …
To an oyster -- its pearl is a masterpiece.


A butterfly may alight on you --
Whispering secrets of forbidden knowledge
As strange to you as the deserts of the moon --
Forget this -- it is enough to save a child's blink.