You and I
We will live in
This place,
The space between
Heaven and Earth.
Where I've only
Met you God's handful
Of times
And everyone
Would probably
Speak in Shakespearean
Ryhmes, and love would
Pave the sky.

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DEAR ZEEZA,
Are you listening? It's me, the
wretched! Are you going to commit suicide? What if you've been *****?
You're still the great, the beauty. Don't be coward. Don't be timid. Raise your voice, raise your head, and live your life as you wish. Be the sword.

Yours Truly
ZEEZA

Thoughts becoming actions turn into deeds,
one reads of such things,
the words that take wings to fly beyond
the supposed boundary of the
'who and what am I?'

and what if I am the distant
descendant of some
Neanderthal man?
did he not love too?

then who I am is
where I am
and
and
then I get lost

I need an expansion chamber
attached to the inner eye
I
because
and I
am lost
to ego.

we are in the lighthouse at the edge of time
where space is dark and planets wait
in line to pass

I can't see if
I can't be
and He
who knows it all
will watch quite casually
as I fall
and when I rise
watching words take wing
into the blueness of her eyes
Time to
realise
that
it is fate that waits
for me.

It would have been so easy to keep going straight
Not take the turn left
Straight….a mere 13 miles and I'd be at your door
Straight….you'd have to face me
Straight…..tell me where I went wrong
13 miles, so close, eternity away
drawing a deep breath thru the tears
I turn left
This road….11 miles and I'll be at my door
This road….face to face with myself
This road…..to question what I did wrong
This road…..internal interrogation to play with my demons
11 miles, so close, too fast
Straight….I did not go
Straight….

.
Quench the thirst
that’s been long endured.

A dryness that spanned
too many moons.

Forget not the song
of the morning bird.

Now rests from its flight,
and it sings and croons.

.

Let your imagination captivate you
Let it build your spirit
You have that fire
Be the one who inspires
Fill your heart with positivity
As you walk across that bridge
Continue to reach higher
There is a lot of knowledge for you to acquire

The older that I get
The more in life I see
That I am much like you
And you are much like me
If we could only pull back the blinds
And make the past history
Try our best to get along
In turn, set each other free

Life for all its purpose
Life in all its sake
Runs much smoother when we love
Sputters when we hate
With our inner selves we all
Need to set a date
To see the candle our souls each hold
Flickers much the same

It's not that I condone
The life style that you choose
Nor do you agree
With what I also do
Can't we accept when it comes down to it
In all that we go through
That you are much like me
And I am much like you

in
the
pouring rain
and
the
darkest night
while
you
uplift me
from
my
unkindly grave
with
the
Gregorian chant