oh morning rain
wash away my pain
take away my shame,
and soften this heart of stone

morning moon flying high
in the waking sky
help me befriend the dark

oh darkness in my soul
help me accept you
so I may walk in the *Light

light travels in straight lines

but truth often gets inverted

when worded through the pin-

holed window of closed minds

and blinds us with distracting

theories refracting on white walls

in a world of royals and riyals

and unnamed dark chambers.

It's not the best way to say it,
    just the easiest way,
so I won't say it. I'll do that for you.

I'll say instead that
    you are the music that plays
    in the background
        of all famously filmed kisses,
    unnoticed by most, but required
        and significant.

I'll say instead that
    you are the movement of
    a child chasing a sparrow
        through a meadow,
    glorious goal never minding
       the lack of grace.

I'll say instead, my girl, that
    you are the words
    that all the poets had in mind
        when they set out,
    with quills for swords,
        to slay the denial of beauty.

Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.

Sometimes,
like right now,
I feel as if the only true value I posses
is my soul.
And,
to be completely truthful here,
I know I don't have the first clue
what that is.

So...

I'm gonna hang onto it
for as long as I can.
Even if it serves as no earthly purpose
But
to ******* those dam fairies.

I need to get layered!

You may already know
She is where...

The sky is most beautiful
Air is crisp and cleanest
Images at their most colorful
Vision most clear

Smells are at their richest
Foods most tastey
Water is most pure
Ice at its freshest

Sounds are most in tune
Music most syncronized
Art of body and nature most devine
Paint and brush land truest
In less time

Stars most numerous
Sun warmest
Moon fullest
Spirit shines brightest
Deities most heard

Only her words for you
are untrue

And that's where you are

my own mind
robs me of serenity
delusions seem real
and fears of the future
seem imminent

a huge weight is lifted
when I trust in a loving power
I do not know what
but it's not me

Quakers call it the Divine Light
Taoists call it the Great Tao
and Yoda called it the force all around us
I choose to call it *Love