The warmakers paint the world with a fetid fire
The artists fight back by painting the world with a fine fluent fire
The righteous, truest path inciting passion and desire
Majestic medley of peace sung along to ancient lyre

We take the baton and pass it on
Under the sweet and setting sun
To each other with light we run
Passing on the cosmic joy and fun

This is the song of serendipity
That incites the world to love and amity
That inspires an uncynical charity
And eternal laughter and the cosmic hilarity

neath the maple's boughs
copper leaves were tumbling
in a mounded pile

Heaven is the gestation of the human heart
It is more than the kingdom of kings
It is the place where souls dwell in grace
And all spirits, spellbound, get to sing
The gestation of the heart is gorgeous
Akimbo to the cosmic flow
The truth of Love magnanimous
Towards it our lives go

He said I'm his muse
God knows he's mine
I drown in his words
His music, consumes my time
He said,"Cmere"
My only wish
For him, to be near
To feel his kiss
I think he's, well, all
Golden hair, music,
And ahhh, I fall
If I land on concrete,
Then, So be it
The fall,
Well, Was scenic....

That eternal sleep is what I seek, I dream for a world and a life less bleak, there's truth in the poetry that I speak, for I dream of a life worth living

it hurts because it matters
it hurts because I care
even when out love shatters
I will always be there

I cry because I’m broken
I cry because you left
by you my heart was stolen
this I do confess

I smile at the memories
I smile when you are near
but now I need new remedies
‘cause you're no longer here

I write to fix my problems
I write to get away
and even though I’ve fallen
I know I will someday be okay

you’ll hurt because you miss me
you’ll hurt because I moved on
you regret it,  this I guarantee
‘cause the feelings are forever gone

you’ll write to say you’re sorry
you’ll write to get me back
these days you seem so weary
for happiness you now lack

-n.g.f

I live,
In the lucidity of dreams
Undreamt

Eternally naked,
In front of a crowd
Yet, dwelling
In a trench coat style
I'll bare you my soul,
Yet hide my face
I prefer my words, on the wind
Felt,
Never heard
A fading voice
In the chamber of
Never Unlocked
In the realm of things touched
I remain untouched
Unkown
Reality holds no fascination for my eyes
I went blind when the hopscotch grid got washed away by the rain

I live
In the lucidity,
Of dreams
Undreamt