I'm a little wild,
love seeing you smile,
even if its for a short while.
I follow my own path,
where ever that takes  
feeling human energy
chemistry of life
warmth of the sun
real energy flow
not this constant
*******, negative
vibes  just love
at pure form
the very thing we sow.

Eloquently the butterfly
swirls into the immortal sky,
clouds form into emerging
eyes, observing the gentle
rhythm of the sea.

The oak tree standing
guard while the cherry
tree blossoms they sprout
out fruit, seeds and petals:
which decorates the forest
birthing new life
celebrating each day
the harmony
the spirit of life.

The magnetism
of the cosmos aligns:
your energy pulsates
and flows through
your very being.

Your far away
at the same
time your near.

I am reading
each fragment,
each speck
of particle
of the universe.

We are but one,
our union binds
us together.

Energy of the twins
from the Gemini
star flows between us  

one being
one universe.

An utopia
tunneling from  
reality to fiction:
impending watchful
eyes, hungry mouths
feeding their habits.
Treading into fear of
unknown crevices.

Some stare, others
scurry around to  
find their destination.

They find each other
in separate time zones
realms, currency and
cause conjoined together
waiting...  

Each location
fades out into thin air.

They crawl out like
ants from confusion:
spiraling into more
labyrinths of escalators,
stairs and stations.

All is moving in constant
motion finding that place
they need to be.

The world is a distorted mirror
that reflects your desires
but deceives
turning you into the madness
of keeping
yourself sane.

People calling out your name
as you fall into trees
you feel your legs
brittle and body snap
apart from the strain.  

You revolve through
constant cycle of doors:
You hear the hiss of snakes
the sharpening of blades:
leading to the destination
of nowhere pictured before
that very dark and light
abyss from where you came.

Every day looking into the mirror
as an chameleon does to change
his or her shape and appearance
to fit into their surroundings.

Becoming two polar opposites,
two halves of the same coin:
both working against
each other in the same mind.
Causing confusion, never knowing
whether to swing or dive,
whether to run or hide.

What can I say I love
wearing suits
nice leather boots
Love hanging out
with other guys
and wearing ties.
Playing sport
listening to heavy
music and going to
gigs moshing in
pits and having
a blast drinking
pints of beers
and thinking
about women.

But I don't look
like other guys
Reality sinks in
and I feel lost
and hurt inside.

I withdrawn
back in my shell
quickly learn
that I have been
born into the wrong
form.

Seeing it every day
magnified and glaring
back in the mirror
each morning  
is enough to make
me hate it.

These days I feel
gender-less and neutral;
hardly charming
never beautiful
or at the least
the way I intended
it to be
I'm just me.