clarity*           ~ in sensing the fall~                             
        when known, makes        each spiral stop:
                     You... are still here,           you will         
                                                 ­                            get up**.

Living my life,
With my eyes wide open.
I want to see,
Everyone's side spoken.
I don't care who you are,
As long as you're you.
I will except anyone,
As long as they're true.
I don't care if you're gay,
Or black, Asian, or white.
Whoever you are, I will love you,
With every flaw, and all my might.
Why should I judge,
No one gave me that power.
For I too am a sinner,
Above no one do I tower.
My love reaches to everyone,
No one is left out.
My heart is wide open,
Just come to me and shout.

I crave freedom
more than a sun
that craves to touch
the horizon

more than a moon
craving to be flaunted
at the midnight sky

more than a sinner
that craves to see
the seven heavens

and more than a saint
craving to be veiled
from hell's wrath

Angel torches
filter sunlight 
across a vast   
horizon
         of sea foam                    
   petticoats.
Where                         
 topaz  touches         
                    glittering                  
              cyan         
                             &                    
                             spirals                 
                            downwards             
                          through the              
             deepest dark      
                  blues - no body            
             can exist within            
      jewelled sapidity.    

Pieces of you, I've collected;
Soothingly held - *like pebbles kept in pockets.
Never once feeling the weight,
only their sparkle**.