The Emperor
The Emperor like a god head
The builder that is said
The fire like a red bird of his power and red robe  that comes from planet that is red
The self disciplined and self love like armor that is stronger than lead
The gray throne that he sits on
The wisdom of experiences of the golden crown on his head
The Ankh, Eternal power Beyond the dead
His family from the spread
The process of work turning things into action
Transforming  the thoughts and vibration  that comes from his head and words that are said
The tools of his wisdom and knowledge that squares things into manifestation
That turns into gold from lead

Growth looks different on everyone.
Don't try to look for the same face twice.

~
The arithmetic of murky waters
Is not so clear

Neither are my chances of survival

Here is me
Face down in urgent sea

My wave
My grave
My gateway, perhaps

Whatever the consequence
Suffering is the new salvation

It all adds up
Sum how?
Sum way?

And if I was your ship
Destined to flounder
In the wide open drink

You'd re-enter the equation
And find a way to pull me through

Just so we could once more
Make the hurting count
~

Nightlights help you in the dark,
I don't like the dark.
I need you to be a nightlight,
Cause I can't see into you.

I know you won’t read this
and I know you won’t care
but I will tell you what it was like.

It was blurry.
it was slow
but time was running fast.
It was dusty feet
and dusty souls.
It was feeling nothing
and then all at once.
It was hating you
to drown the urge of hugging you.
It was writing a poem
and post it
wishing you will relate to it.

But who cares,
you don’t.