Who can talk to fools
but the one
who speaks
their language?

I have learned how to love from a distance
and every love
teaches me more of who I am
as I take my stepping stones
to the Great and Final love
at the end of my earthly life.

I want
to go somewhere
that doesn't require
you
to check
and see if anyone is
watching us.
I want
to hold your hand
without you
looking out of the corner
of your eye,
making sure
no one is
throwing us
***** looks.
I want
to look at you
lovingly
without having to worry
about someone
catching on.
So let's escape,
run free,
get away
from this place.
You and I
against
the world.

The saddest thing, and maybe the thing
that will draw not lines, but chasms
between myself and the rest of the world
is that now,
I believe, and I understand
exactly why

I cannot write you down-
I cannot even write myself down
words might fill the silence but your pulse will never be in these pages
because these pages have ink on them, not blood
and a soul refuses to be penned.

Imagine if the world was devoid of all color.
Red wouldn't be the color of the apple's
   that grew on your grandparent's orchard.
Yellow wouldn't be the color of the sunset
   that sets over the ocean's edge.
Blue wouldn't be the color of the eyes
   that gleam and sparkle behind your lover's lashes.
Imagine if the world was devoid of all color
and nothing looked quite the same
as it did the hour, day, life before.

Hear the drums and follow my steps
like a perfect army in sync you will never rest
March with me let's explore the infinite sea
Let's seek the wisdom you and me

The sweet wisdom lies inside
Frequencies vibrating high

All is energy and it just flows
Share your love and watch it glow
Frequencies vibrating low
Changing forms
Transmutation
Shapeless patterns offers no perfection

The infinite wisdom lies inside
You just have to see the energy between the lines

The wisdom is buried in the darkest corners of the mind
The wisdom lies in the wild

The wisdom lies in the heart..


Words Of Harfouchism.

I think that in my deepest
most earnest desires to become a storybook character
to become the famed romance and the interesting lover
someone from whom people hide things and treat
with great gravity, I have forgotten how to run
and scream like a child, and love like a baby-
I have descended from the ceiling, surrounded by mist
donning my cloak and shrouding my figure with mystery
what is my figure? where is my figure? who am I?
I am not in this world any longer;
I am the stuff of legends,
and I will never be able to touch the earth again.