My letter she put
In the fridge, and our love since
Has been cold at full.......

Belief in evil
Is disbelief in your ability to do something......

Her
Fingertips
Are petals on my cheeks,

In moments of her anger!

Her hair
Were always a cloudy sky,

And
I waited for rain,

But in the bed
I slept under the clouds.........

I have been in a pickle
Whenever I left the bed
In the morning
And she
Was
On.........

If I were a painter

                I would paint her way of kissing my eyes..............

Grief is a bird
Wings cut off

It perches
For long

Place it
In a cage of smiles

Discovery of talent is discovery of a peaceful life.

Wish is a beautiful leaf
if you don't pin it in your book of efforts,
It flies away and loses its sheen somewhere!

Old rugged jeans
I couldn't throw away
Because in it's tiny little pockets
I am keeping, the pieces
of broken dreams
and broken us

Let me start the mood..

:The last shadows:
What I see are the last shadows of a world made of twilight..
They loved eachother in the darkness..
They made a family in the forever dusk of their shadow day..
Then the light came..  
It came and all the darkness could do was be pushed away..
If light was there darkness could never return..
And it was about to shine away the last of it..

Let me change the mood...

:Following the lines in my hands..:

My dreams of you..
Put a smile to my face before I truly awake..
Its the moment I am happy..
Its the moment I am back with you..
I remember then where I am at..
On what I was doing..
On the otherside of the galaxy..
Following the lines in my hands..
That reveal Heavens coordinates..

Final mood. . . . .

The peace of wind farms. . .

Driving down the road early one evening..
I think of random things to think about..
I do not know why!?
But when I am at my most relaxed state of mind I always see wind farms..
But not just any wind farm..
Wind farms high on a mountain in a desert in Texas..
Its as if I am suppose to find peace there..
I see the wind mills like I see the evening I am currently driving in.
It brings a beautiful peace to my soul..
Just to think about them..
Again I do not know why!
Perhaps its the wind..
Or maybe the windmills themselves..
How they spin to the will of the winds..