i am constantly drowning,
though very sweetly,
engulfed in a pool of ink.
the color of midnight
and ravens and coal
falls drop by drop
everytime i think.
and with this jet black liquid i
press on pure, clear white
til one by one words appear
from nowhere, into sight.

i am constantly drowning,
though very sweetly,
swallowed by a sea of paint.
the colors of stars
and rainbows and light
fall drop by drop,
i'm without complaint.
and with these hues and a brush i
smear on pure, clear white
til a picture appears
from nowhere, into sight.

Blank tranquility
silence,
The weight of my consciousness
Lifted
The chatter of endless thoughts
Now a low hum
I fill my chest with air
And exhale knowledge
The third eye crusted shut
With years of flouride and impurity
Now beginning to see again
though I am not worthy
Of the majesty it will eventually
Bestow upon me
I will find bodha,
I want to experience
The absolute truth
Sitting with Gautama beneath his Pipal tree
Bathing in his wisdom
For he knows my suffering,
And the long path I have traveled
To understand it
And become a higher being
Rasasvada is my only escape now,
Until I become truely enlightened

Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.

Can you ever stop
doing what
you do?

Making me smile-
replacing my
blue.

Making the stars swirl-
even if they don't
want to.

Making my heart
scream the name that
belongs to you.

Loving you was the
hardest choice to
make.

Even though I knew
my heart was to
break.

And even after all those times
convincing myself that
my love you wouldn't take,

*I can never stop.

We're all just broken pieces
Falling apart
We need the other half that fits
Fixing our heart
All our jagged edge and flaws
Coming undone
Just needing our matching soul
Our perfect "one"
Love is simply two imperfect people
Joining together
Making something more than perfect
*That lasts forever