There is something making movement,
in my hand.
It is very warm, it inhales then expands
Thick liquid drips down my fingers to the floor
Thumping sounds like steps coming to a lonely door.
The soft top layer squishes when I squeeze.
Though strong, very strong indeed.
This thing I can tell is very much alive and i feel my fear creep up inside.
For I know that though it's as big as my fist, it will falter at the tiniest, misunderstood risk.
So delicate and fragile, it's a lot to handle
It's not a toy, nor something to take
for granted would be a huge mistake
Because to somebody else, this heart does belong
and they have held mine too, all along.

My newly gotten kitten,
was playing in the kitchen,
chasing a delectable treat

He pushed it around
on the cold-hard ground
as if it were live meat

Now that he's older
and learned cognitively
that treat is not what is seems

So now there's no push with a playful paw
No thrill, or excitement, or lifeless, I saw.

For there instead
in his bemused head
the thought his beliefs are a lie

So now he just eats it greedily
because it comes so easily

..this is our reality..

Imagination is a word
seldom ever heard
except to describe the child inside

That kitten, you see,
represents you and me
because we once had those ideas

Nothing is real,  Nothing is fake
it's all from inside, it's all what you make

But our society has told us what is right and wrong
and we have believed it far too long

You must follow a one mind track thinking
instead of listening to your truth

Just like this kitten,
who played in the kitchen,
chasing a delectable treat

tick tock, tick tock
the most frightening noise,
like the watch on your wrist,
counting you down.
                           The metronome used to keep time with the rhythm.
How can one be 'out of Time?'
Referring back
        to counting down
                  till time          runs            out..
but out of Time?
Completely dismembered from it,
in this space of four dimensions?
Of course not,
it's to keep time with the band, excite, Move the Energy of 'Time' and make people get lost under your control,
playing with the ripples of time through us..

The energy of Love flows through us and around us, always..


              A starving ****** sits
                alone in the dark
                      and waits;
     wishing, pretending, hoping
                     for Love..

                                          As a hungry Lover begs
                                                         for­ more,
                                       seeing how much he can take;
                                         pleading, chasing, playing
                                                       with Love..
                  
                                       ­                                         An empty Child cowers
                                                          ­                                 and hides
                                                           ­             the sleeve with her broken heart
                                                           ­                      crying, missing, hating,
                                                         ­                                     Love