Do I know you?
Hmm, perhaps yes...
In a waking dream
Held long ago
Before circumstances
Twisted our fate
Yes I do get the sense
You and I have met
Somewhere somehow
In the vastness
Of an empty cosmos
One that does not even feign
To be populated at all
My memories I hope
Will return to me
Before the end
So that I might know you
As I once did

Let’s get a little wild today
After all, freedom isn’t too expensive.
Let’s dance in the rain today
Don’t resist, don’t be defensive.

Let’s re-write the story
Let’s turn the page
This is your life
Have no time for others’ garbage.

Let’s shatter all the bars
Let the dam of emotions break free
Why do you look for permissions
You can become what you want to be.

Let’s stop searching for love
Let’s become it
Let’s begin to live again
Moment by moment, bit by bit.

Frogs, toads, and Lily pads
Magic mushrooms in the land

Still at this hour I love you, when sleep removes itself from me.
In the dark I let my mind visit us when we were young, happy, unsoiled by the reality that life would strain and break us.

Early April of 2012 I remember the weekend we spent almost entirely on each other's company. Mostly just talking, knowing each other. Just a few weeks before your birthday and I learned you hated gifts. I miss learning about you. Always missing you.

With all honesty not a day has passed when you haven't come into my mind and heart since we last spoke. Always praying it's not the last time we will have spoken but I know in my heart it is true.

I understand why. But I still love you. And I'm always telling you I'm sorry when we meet in my head. I never wanted to hurt you. Just needed to be needed. I'm a selfish man and I'm sorry I never told you that. I was too young to understand you and too self absorbed to look beyond me.

This is always as far as I get, talking with you in my head. I can neither bear your rejection, nor your forgiveness. So I close my eyes and wish I could hug you. And I start over again...

Still at this hour I love you, when sleep removes itself from me...

Walk, trudge
From stars long dead
To distant worlds
Beneath Raven's head
Wander, lumber
beneath cerussite peaks
Unknowingly losing
The one thing to seek
And there long after
Encased below
To swell once more
With receding snow