Its not quite what you think..
The surface is as dark as night..
You can even see the stars above..
The life here is made of fire..
The birds, the lizards, the caterpillars that turn into fiery butterflies..
Even the flowers  look like stars..
The waters are made of light..
Cool to the touch..
They heal all..
And give life back..
Its then I start to remember how I got here..
Back on Earth I was asleep..
I then saw a strange light from above..
In a dream..
I stepped into the light..
And saw light angels within..
But what I thought were angels were simply the people of the sun..
It took about 8 minutes to get to the sun..
They walked with me on the surface of the sun..
To them I shined brighter than anything there..
But truly I was returning home..
I was their son..

I cup my two hands as one
the flesh meeting finger nails
distract me to wonder the feel
of life to rebound in flesh
to seek out new worlds
to digest the minds wandering
to know love or life a parody
from the escape of death
who am I to ponder the day away
such wonder is life the living
enough the diversity appealing
who am I what have I become
a holder of knowledge that comes
undone a thought a dreamer
a being for the one of living
to share to scream out I love
to look out the eyes
of all living creatures to be one
I seek water to add to this being
to nourish the love from within
to add tear drops to the living
oh life  live on share with me
what you will I am yours
living fulfillment of a gift
procreation  a son as I
who lives in bewilderment
of all life I lift these hands
into the beauty a survivor
tell me great Earth realm
tell me tell me more...

standing in a city that's constantly trying to abort its breath, we're looking at the sky

we might be defined to repeat fist-pumping anthems and tragic falls. all of them, no returns.

and you ask me, "don't you want to start over and look anywhere but at me?" that question again, and my answer is always no.

oh, baby boy, lift your headache head...

remnants of our past? oh they burn all right, fire roaring, smoke choking. they're just waiting for the next rain to put them to sleep

then they sleep, and it's morning. time to start again.

you'll be a stranger again and even though i'm choking on their ashes, i will not recognize you.

pump your fists. we'll fall again without a clue.

Second light leaving
Again the dream where I look to the sky and see them..
Dream summer night while I sleep in the winter..
Someone new is with me all the time in these dreams..
They walk outside with me and look to the stars..

At first they can't see what I see..
Its like looking at one star and seeing another to the left of it hidden..
I then point to the area in the sky and yet again there they are..
A fleet of stars leaves together by groups of 5..

They sparkle and shine and boom they are gone..
Then the next 5 come up and repeat this goodbye..
I wonder where they go?
Why are stars are leaving?

This is the second light leaving in my dreams..
Afterwards there are ghoslty sky jellyfish that fill the skies..
They set the new stars in place for us to look at..
New stars where the old ones once shined..

it was...................
it was like floating away in all directions..
slowly i left for everywhere..
the grass, the air, the light, the darkness, the dirt, the sky, and the stars..
i was becoming everything beautiful about these things..
i was becoming everything beautiful with you..
it never ended.
i continued to expand beyond my imagination..
to places that life could not reach at the time..
to places beyond dreams..
i felt everyone i knew..
all at once inside this collective memory..
no one is ever truly gone..
i see that now..
even if you didn't believe, you still become a part of this..
a part of me, a part of you, a part of everything....
forever, whenever...

Independence  day, a day to celebrate the birth of a nation and those who fought and currently fight to keep it free.
It is something more at least to me ,it don't have to be limited to just the forth of July
We can have Independence day any day
When some one gets victory over Alcohol or drugs, it is an Independence Day
When someone breaks free from abuse, it is an Independence Day
When troops come home after war and get to be back in their loved ones arms, it is an Independence day
When the Lonely  finally make a friend, it is an Independence Day
When the Prodigal returns to a loving family after years or being away, It is an Independence Day!
When emotional chains finally break loose, it is Independence Day
May the rockets blaze across the sky, raise the banners high
It is Independence Day!!!

On the other side of this galaxy a light calls to me..  I travel on Star light wings to the shining light surrounded by a wicked darkness..  I find a planet much like mine there.   It is engulfed in a dark cloud of unnatural ash and smoke.. But there is a splinter of light that shines through the ash filled sky..   I fly toward the light and feel its heavenly warmth..   I see and feel the presence of a being down on the surface whom is battling the armies of hades and hell..  A planet full of demons and devils are trying to dim this warriors light..  He is the last of his kind..  He is cutting through them with two magnificent  blades made from sun light and moon light..  But he is growing weary and can barely stand..  He then drops down to one knee and puts both swords on the ground..  He prays,  "  And my final hour, I have loved you, I have remembered you, I have forgiven you.. I have slayed as much darkness as I can..  This will be the end of all of us..  But not without me making the darkness bleed.. With your light and love I ask that you please send to me the angel of the stars.. So that they may take me high above where I become a painting made up of star light for all eternity.. I ask this in prayer amen."   And so I pass through the ash filled sky and roar the roar of the Dragon..  The armies of demons and devils stop in awe at what they see before them.. I stand behind this last man here on this planet.. I then unleash a beam of light into the sky and burn away all the ash above..  The sunlight returns and begins to burn the demons and devils away..   With light wings I fly around the dark side of this planet and shine away all that is wicked away..  I then meet up with the last man before I depart..  I give to him a relic given to me by my fellow mage Osiris.. The relic of the star tear.. This is your prayer..  Become the angel of the stars..

I say I'm done
with being treated like ****
because I'm a human
and I deserve respect
but I still get surprised
when I'm treated right
and I apologize
when I've done nothing wrong
but I do stand up for myself occasionally
so that's something
right?

Hey! What's that under your house.
A hole, a swirl, perhaps a spiral below.
It sounds a lot like humming bee wings.
Like a colony singing in harmony.
It feels warm when you get close to it.
A warm place indeed.
But I see what you have done here.
A sinister plot you scheme.
The hums are they.
They are coming.
Coming for us in this Hot month of May.
But they are not coming!
For they have already arrived.
In our lungs in our hearts they make us all die.
This hole, this swirl, this spiral below.
Has been around since the beginning.
Taking all of our souls.
Its what makes it whole.

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The dream was broken in transit
with an ant's bite
thought,
the rest of the part in another night,
in another dream
but that didn't happen

Then one day
at the last bus of the night,
I saw her with someone
Not in a dream rather in the reality  

She got to the next stop
I called out,
She left with a mystic smile,
disappeared within the shadows

Then  didn't go anymore
I missed the bus or the bus left me  
Either couldn't went back to home
Or not to go any other place in front  
.......

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

My overwhelming solemnity;
brown fields of Spring-time withering.

Nostalgia, be riddled,
by life,
before none;
sweet candy sour,
as the taste on my gums.

Pale, empty vessels of our spirit,
said one,
A final embrace from the Mother -
to son-
the end of a turn,
of a wheel just begun.

Find - now - in a moment,
the peace,
and the sun;

- don't cry under moon crests,
don't weep for high tides -

for,

but laughter
and sorrow
and joy found in love

shall Wake us each morning,
blood found in our bodies,
our hearts and our lungs.

The present is written,
The past is still sung,
The future a distance,
a lion unroped.

...
.
This is not a value of all the guests
who come for two days
At the end of all their hair grew gray
day after tomorrow nobody remember their words

Yellow, red rose of day
Even when it has become fade,
However, when the bursting of the land after rains
Still to stand a dry old tree as the witness of time

Then any other reason If ever come back the spring
The forgotten days song if ever robin reminds you
And all meaningless, the faces skin has felt fold
In front of eye tall wall has touched the sky

Yet  there is a gray afternoon
if you see a red glow in the sky black clouds
Silly, the frivolous legs once try to
Then after all events, remains only a long dark endless night-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen