Love is like the wind,
invisible to the naked eye.
Still making its presence felt,
in the soul of each being.

Comes and goes on its own accord,
no greed or lust to guide.
Caring not for the wants of men,
who struggle to cage it in.

It's the power of letting go
with a smile.
The selflessness to put aside
for the happiness of another.

Holding on to a promise,
for the hope of a tomorrow

I feel for the trees
That must sit and watch
As cars and clouds fly by.

The cotton candy sky paves my way to freedom.
It's like I'm trying to escape but no one really knows
I'm running from my silent monsters.

And then I found the loaded gun
Finding us in all our secret places.
He's got the devils grip,
As he chokes me into a speechless affection.

There will be a point one day when people tell you that your tall tales and wondrous dreams aren’t real.
Do not believe them. Not now, not ever. Your dreams will be your own to share and live and you tell them to back away, and you keep a tight hold on them, you hear? They’ll always give you hope.
There will come a time when you feel being extraordinary is something that doesn’t matter anymore. Well then, think again, because you always have been extraordinary and you’d better keep that going, because my god you are good at it.
You look so alive today, and all I can think is that after everything, you turned out amazing, so you sure as anything keep doing whatever it is that you did, because you did it right.

On yellowed pages
This story told
Sublime as dreams
The tale unfolds

                     A heart of mischief
                     A man of rules
                     Defying the norms
                Not found ranking in fools

As bright as the day
Seductively dark as the night
The lady's guarded heart
Was worth the fight

                   Lives intervined intricate
               Two silken strands of rope
                  Destiny's irrfutable call?
            Or a blossoming love's hope?

An ageless melody
Souls enclosed in a time-wrap
The beauty of ever flowing love
A hidden treasure without a map

                 The secret laid bare
                  In between yet far apart
                 The message sent between the  lines
                  Be forever young at heart

He believes in nothing
And dives into the essence to breath freely
Freezing time and relinquishing his pretensions
Gravity was far too heavy without the enhancement
The lows more extensive than the false paradise
I prey he finds his way through small sacrifice
It's the little things in life that keep us honest
He sits itching for release as he forsakes his actions
Unfortunately at times it seems impossible to break our habits
but our wills are stronger than the artificial entrapments

Reptilians falling from the skies
Prophecize
Million UFO lights blinding eyes
Bending lies, ready guys?
Blending guise
Profitize
Bleeding
Cries

Now bow minions

BOOM

It's events in the form of dreams or memories, even thoughts that could reoccur over time if the now does not change. The now, can make the past seem like it was only yesterday or the day before. The years that go by, the months that go by, the weeks that go by, the days that go by. It's all in the past to the mind, but if the now does not change? The past can become all that is new.

All that it once was.

The Sun, He calls to me
And I go to Him with a subtle hesitation
Knowing I’ve been hurt before
(I knew that I’d been hurt before)
But still I run
And fall down before Him
And He kisses my cold white face
And I melt under His hot red heat
And He says He will make me beautiful
And I believe Him
(and I believed Him)
And the longer I stay, the harder it is to leave
He begs of me a few more minutes
And then a few more
And more
And He tells me He loves me
And I love Him back
(and I loved Him back)
And then the time comes when we both must depart
And I wave goodbye
And He tells me to come back soon
And I tell Him I will if He does
But after He is gone
It takes me some time to realize
That I am not the same
(and I am not the same)
Because He has stained me with His crimson mark
Burned me with His good intentions
Blinded by His beauty I allowed my surface to be altered
And the sting on my flesh is a familiar one
Because this is not the first time
This happens to me year after year
And I never learn
Because He looked so innocent
So enticing
         So intoxicating
And He called to me
And I could not refuse
(and I cannot refuse)
But that was the last time
(and this is the last time)