A mind curious by step, ******* in streams of vitality
Grasping its journey..... Spirited by step  
Oh, curiousity, spirit - placed before caution....

Stuck between one or the other, unmixed?
Only a singly misstep and its curiousty's mistake without prior consideration- you tumbled.

Rolled down, the wind knocked out of you!
Heaving, anxiety of dying......


Now......
Every single curious idea was lost in faultful recklessness

I thought I could nestle by your side
Could it be, that my hands touch your side, but infested
Tangled inside the swelling smell - festering a volcanic catastrophe
What we're taking as I touch each particle - what could've been blissfully ignorant now I can not brush by in darkness

Taking as we will, selling as we must
Concocting a planet that can can only bustle and bust
As we strain every purity and inject every man made chemical
What must we burn before the world will concave and fall?

Could it be the genetic machine work inside
Or to follow ultimatum authority and deny
The forest of green burning as we've never seen
The Closed door populous unaffected they seem, to see the unseen
The growing earthly hazard kept closed and quiet, closed tight, sealed, and slipped under the door
Until thousands slain, diseased ridden, suffering, crying no more, or....

Now, look it in the face, look it in the eyes growing sturdier inside
Growing cautious, concerned, with a stern eye to those who deny
Don't take a full 'no' don't take a full 'yes' open the library with prying eyes
Look for yourself, your words are the purest, your thoughts, your actions, your ideas - to be anyone else isn't impactful, purposeful or sincere
From now on, make your actions clear
You're built on your actions - isn't that clear?


I can not ask for you to hold me in such weak arms
Could it be, the first time, you need our arms to hold you up
Tidal waves of resistance, but persistent I will be
In living the green side, living inside of me

Weep Oceana weep, my sweetest dear

What a homebody you've been to me, darling Oceana

Now don't curdle my head and heart, but oh the distance
I weep for the distance

Each cradled memory - beaten with palm frans with invisible hands holding me


Meddling with time Oceana. Oh it's been time! My ocean current bringing me down, but I promise, so deeply to the marrow - there is no other one, to this day

Oh dear, my sails must go up you see.
My hands are wrinkling with time, sparingly - so I only hold your fainted lights in my locket to the unfolding oblivion

The wind on my neck, Countless stars guiding me north - a new destiny.
But in every written desire, I will always look south, back to you - my only Oceana

Sweet innocence painted on the hills forehead
As free as the quiet night as loud as the thunderous gods,

The waking days, eternal romantic essentials

Angelic wings touched the lush below, the celestial being calming it's calf - the suckling weaned, hushed under moonlight starlets

The entry to the lush of simple being, the center of nostalgia, hidden with trinkets of history
It's story is a tale creating the homely care, shushing the fears of the frightened children. The green mountain hills sing the lullabies of lulling sleep.

So sound asleep, the whole night whispers...
Good graces, to doze off into eternal silence

Conjoining in one - above
As long as serenity sets in the ocean mist
Clarity sets, breathing as one

Each one above, below - reasons with strength
Guiding our touch, skimming over the ocean's gaping mouth
Realization, small, simple, then grander, greater.....
Peace within, the circle closes in
Self evident that
Once more, clarity of the 'true self' closes in on you

We care, so we care, so we do
My teeth creamed in beach blue
I'm cramming my head inside your deep hue
I care enough, creamed colored star

I dream your honey dew floats like specs into my view
Deep honey hue, my darling true
Care for me, as I care for you
Hypnotic dreams casting, smoldering smudged in your sensual kind
Carelessly drifting past my window seal's crack

Alas covering me, sorely drowning me in you, yet so serene comfort
Your deep blue, tight and bound, grazing above
Inching closer, opening, waiting

The self walls of the hidding, scrambled in brick, your gradual tear, I shine in your sheer bright blue

In nights hymns of reflection of betterment we stick stemmed to the roots
Tasting drops hung from its very branches
Suckling safely tucked truths before our gallows torment tempting the untruth.
Where must we speak?
I believe these untruths hold us wearily before we feel like thousands of acres of horses stampede on our soul.
Must they have a name?
Hidden beneath such a budging burden is an empty chest of looming crates casting us out
Can we fill our emptiness with what we desire is a whole in our truest destinies?