May the kaleidoscope clusters of constellations
Be your Guide through the galaxy.
Their Light outlining the path to take
like an airplane’s aisle way as it soars through the sky.

May the Moon decorate your nights
So there is never darkness ahead.
The Light that penetrates your eyes
Forever stays as the HaloRingsBendandBlurTogether

May you swallow the sun
With one LARGE gulp.
Tasting the flavor of Intensity
as you absorb its Wisdom of many centuries.

May you grow up to be Righteous
Righting the smallest of wrongs.
May you grow up to be Courageous
Fighting for every star, no matter the universe it belongs.
May you grow up to be Loved.

May you grow up to be Loved.

When happiness and smiles you have within grasp
They’ll charge in with swords of pain and sadness
Raise your shield with a tighter clasp
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

As achievements and great success chimes
They’ll attempt to feed it with arrogance and pride
Keep watch and be aware at all times
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

While innocence and upright honesty comforts
They’ll rebel on with lies and sly deceits
Restrict them from ever passing forth
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

Among the midst of compassion and pure love
They’ll counter with anger and ugly hatred
Fend them off with all the might you have
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

They will be close your whole life
They will force themselves in
Do not let them win
Be strong, be strong against your demons!

We are electric
     from the first drunken kiss.
Passion's flaring
     on our first night's bliss.

We are steady
     falling asleep in a lover's embrace
Worries dying
     we've found comfort in this place

In my childhood, you taught me
Not to shout and not to lie
But this is what you did
Can this act be justified?
I never said anything out of respect
But main reason is that I was horrified
If I do something wrong I will be punished
But if you do the same thing, is that fine?
Yelling at each other is all what you did
And expect me to forget about it and pretend that I don't mind?
You loved me one moment and disgraced me at another
And left me crying and thinking you are  unkind
This is the story of a child
Whose parents think as if their child is blind

The Birds sings. Their songs
are a Mixture of textures.
Their pleasure is my Sunshine
when I have a cloudy day.

I walk dreams
I made real

For thought is my anvil

But a shadow is cast
And the mares of night gallop past

And now my creation
Sails
With black masts

Our thoughts are wisps of  cigarette smoke
Which rise to the sky, in rings,
reaching out in supplication, from within
to without.