Mist clouds forming on my skin
I dye my mind in thin formations
soft sentient siblings aviate my fingers
frost lit prisms projecting visions that I relate to
chromatic distillation fancying the minds eye
dark transient beings no longer apply
dispersing and spilling into stretches of time
Aether, Aether, help me climb.

You may call it Sky.
I call it Blue Breeze.
You may call it Sun.
I call it Zen.
You may call it Rose.
I call it Reason.

Whisped Kisses,
In cadence, an aria,
scatter amidst my temple.
Bringing sense, mid-dance
In trance,
The renewal of my spirit.
Her thoughts,
stand tall, in halls
of memories that hallow.
To hug, my heart,
in garments,
that make me purified
and leveled.

Stand tall, stand tall,
she spoke, and rode in--
on a feathers fall.
You are, you are,
the one,
that I have been searching for.
And the chorus that I bring,
will sing,
right through - into your plated walls.

To shine and gleam,
so lightly, offering,
pleasantries,
that return in your favor,
up after the fall.

What freedom it is to be nothing among everything.
The point inside the wheel cycling for words, knowing
myself through mirror's reflection forever like air under wing.

My Soul becomes freer, growing ever fractal
upgrading it's software, such as they in the sea.
They who jump forth by thy will becoming distinct
by that of beneath.

Positivity through connectivity, I am In Charge.
Love in Phase, will resonate a Standing Wave called Ki.
That which Resists only exists when it passes through the
body of me.

In such the Capacity of Responsibility remains for the taking.
My soul yearns to lift the torch to teach those in a lesser light,
forever above is my Zenith in which under such flame I cast
no shadow, or as it be that which rests underneath the souls of my
feet may be freed.

In every step I take toward my goal.

There's a chaos within me,
But from this place comes order.
The order of compassion,
that yields not to disorder.
So, as I write with the spirit of The Word.
I try my best to make sense of my world.
So that through this mindful and heart-calming tide, I can breathe life into mind

Deep meaning fills my sorrow and makes my love cool.
I never thought truth would act this way. Beyond perceptions, it's participatory affection.
I never thought truth would act this way.

Deep meaning fills my sorrow and turns love into tool.
I never thought I'd work this way.
With hands on deck, steering out of my mess.
I never thought I'd get away.

Deep meaning fills my hallow and glues me in to revelations.
Watching cryptic worlds undress, removing the stress.
I never thought I'd be okay again.

Deep meaning fills my soul, and my thoughts align.
Reorienting my passion alive.
I never thought I'd love again.

You and I, we're both the same
looking through water, a clear perception
Life and love, we know it's name
ocean's waves and where they're kept in


Awakened by depth, a product of two
the past concedes this gift to you
the innocent nature and suppressed abature
clouds that contour an illustrious blue


Speak no sound, just thoughts alone
a mind so ominous matters most
nothing of others may conflict in stone
intelligent airs will wisp new ghosts


Forfeit your presence from everything new
observe the fate of the human hand
this external shade, defines only few
bring judgement to those-

in search for

Dry Land

A warmth awakens from a deep blue sea
displacing the water and shaping the breeze
my thoughts transcend above and beyond
my lungs compress to the impact of song

when your focus directs, a silence imbues
my chest fills up with a lack of you
and the feelings created are internally debated
when emotion springs color, a passion is weighted

my stomach indulges in feather proportions
and my actions resolve with weathers contortion
just exhale a sound to calm me down
your presence abiding; is love renown

now all that's left is this scripture of deity
my trust for you takes-way from anxiety

I'll see you soon, when you least expect it
when I confessed to you, I thoroughly meant it


"walk with me forever girl, this gift of heart will never be sold
our love is the rarest of alchemy, and our chemistry is worth more than gold"

Funlight Sonata

The lines that we write,
which make us feel great.
Come from Heaven,
When our Hearts Escape.
Fleeing from fear and the flight of the world.
Concocting the tonic of heaven's most pure.

The passages that we make are checked to mate.
And sometimes it takes forever to make.
The majesty of our perception's inflicting our fate.
Oh! Large One!
You Must Turn thy Soul Agape!

And when Heaven's gate opens,
So does the solar soul soar.
Dancing kissed keys like Frédéric Chopin.
La Campanella that you now chime,
will make new goals to implore ! :

" I Am More, I Am More, I Am More ! "

Illuminary Passenger

You can't stop the mind, no
Only in an instance,
Where the spaces between words,
are really steps of distance.
Each soul given shadow,
Each foot bathed in warmth,
Where the fixed stars staring
Will Illuminate you forth...

You can't stop the mind, no
Y'can only change directions,
Destinies are chosen,
when you go into your presence.
So what will you choose to do
Now that you are lost?
How will you make dew out of ember and frost.

Build a tree in your mind and you'll be
reaching up.
But if it's thunder that you want ,
then you'll be out of luck.

Cuz a tree in it's soul
While protected isn't gold.
Trees don't walk,
but they sure as hell grow.

So go and grow, go and grow.
You will know, you will know.
By the mirror, by the mirror.
Tell your soul, tell your soul.
You are full, you are full.
Full of gold, full of gold.
In the mind, in the (mined).
Thine working goal.

(So go).

In the group that I come from, where philosophers comprise. Virtue, ethics and values they wrestle or oblige. One thing is missing and thats the truth in definition. From where philia itself is all about friendship.
Friends in wisdom, hey..it might just be empathy. Compassion hey, its truly a victory.

Whether Sophia or Nikea, it shouldn't really matter. Put them together and the robes will never tatter. Lest apart, were back to the start where this cute mythology loses its heart.

Yo, The Gods and Goddesses are just virtues. Principles of importance marked as divine. Personified and glorified to keep the spirit alive, thats just how they emphasized. Thats just how they empathized.

Dark wine and cigarettes impress my mind with kissing lips.
And your voice unwinds me like vinegrette.
The sour scents of pitted sweat get burried under vanilla breaths.
As cherry vine perforates my tongue divine.

And when you lay next to me.
All the twisting torments fade away.
Now I've come to see,
how the romance in this world can shine its pay.

It's empathy for those who dare it.
Sympathy for those who share it.
And Reverie for those who know love's game.

It's beauty in the plains,
Like sweetness in the fame.
And soft whispers calling out our very names.

The days of valiant freedom from dusk 'til dawn.

The erupting coffee all over the stove.
The sense of relief after a period of rehabilitation.
The morning cicadas and the persistent crow.

The rare sense of geomagnetic comfort..
And the wooden flowers hanging by the door.

Do you remember?

The old nameless cpu with the rectangular green light.
The graveyard of electronic snakes intertwined.
The couch that had seen just about every show twice.
The flimsy door that took a punch - and
the edge of the bed that weighed as much as I did

The hot pavement in exchange for a lack of iron.
The green leaves on tall trees and spontaneous summer rains.
The hill that took our falls as we learned how to leap.
The balcony's view hugged by a tree.
The nature and nurture that protected thee.

Do you remember?

Kiss me with your words, girl.
Tease me in your world, swirl.
Enchant me with your lips
I like the way that you conduct.
Hit me with your tonal touch
Make me feel the way you blush
Turn my shirt into a knot and
Run my mind with quenching thought.
Enchanted Distracted
I'm looking for your focus.
Entrancements re-enacted
Finding center locus.
This spotlight has got light
And my body feels so sober
When I call you and enfall you
In midnight flight, October.

His breath is a breeze with lungs that bellow the fire of his
senses or soul.
His veins are like vines that spread out like a growing tree.
His blood a river that nourishes his inner nations.
His eyes are like galaxies with black holes at center that
consume and expand on interest. The soft sand or soil of
his skin bear mineral within (bone).
He is composed of the same amount of water as the planet he indwells.
In him, neurons that harness the power of electricity.
They say nature vs. nurture yet nature nurtures us, and so we strive to nurture nature. Like the symbiotic nature of Mother and child.
And so we are nature in its many ways, the systemic nature of the universe.
Composed into one being.

Those who look down are more likely to look up.
While those that look across get lost.
Avoid the mess of the world and focus on yourself.
You're neither lion nor lamb nor cross.

Stay humble, but do not swear it.
The socials breed luxury and glares.
Be humble, and keep sharing it.
The simplicity that values deep care.

Those who look down are more likely to look up.
While those that look across get lost.
Heaven and earth will tie into you.
As you know yourself among the lost.

Stay humble, but do not swear it.
The socials breed luxury and stares.
Be Humble, and keep sharing it.
It's simplicity that values deep caring.

So stay Humble, but do not swear it.
The socials breed luxury and glares.
Be Humble, and keep sharing it.
It's sovereign to value deep care.

You are the Love that I Remember,
You melt me through Aeons of Winter.
You make me the blazing Djinn,
You make me the Christ without Sin.

You are the Cure for The Cold
and my love is like Footsteps in Snow.
Where I follow with Feather and Rose.
To give you my Heart and my Soul.

You are the Love that I Remember.
You are the Love that I Recall,
You are the Spirit of my Crossing,
You tie me in Beautiful Woes.

You are the Essence of Color.
Also the midnight cruiser.
You are the spring fawn,
and its your laughter that makes me grow.

You are the will of the bright.
You are the source of my spiritual writing.
You make me the king in blessings.
Blessings of virtue and light.

You are the love that I remember,
the truth and the love that is tender.
You are the ocean of responsibility,
that I pick up when reason is withering.

You are the quintessential virtue.
That all there is to know is full.
The fullness you supply, I imbibe
these virtues; with intimacy, grace and time.

Reverber, I have a fervor to take you to a place you may not know.
The unforested flower, unfostered yet gleaming lilly.
Under the unknit stars of our flames.
Un unified, totally speaking through empty
reverberations of breathing. Sharing space, it's there right now, calling your famous face to the crown, the crowd.

Reason I Resonate
The Order of The World
Resonating Love's Evolution
Magnetic, how Purpose
Dilutes Pupils
Cleansing their Magnetic
Auras.
Such is, Sun light
I Am, Who I Am.

Golden Radiance met in Reflection
Penetrating all areas of Infection
The warmth and the love of Affection
Altering Perception, Mirrored Perfection.

Silver Light, Pacifying
Little Child, I see you crying
Silver Eyes Dancing Rain
Droplets of life: escaping the Vain.

Though like a Vine you Tilt.
Though like a Flower you Wilt.
My Will is Endogenous.
The Light of my Soul is growing within.

And as I lift your spirits, With my Consolation
My Comfort grows in you to hold your weight.
My little Blue Spirit, what shall you create?
In the Nous, that is your Space?

My little Blue Sun, what shall you create?

Your Dawn of Dreams awaits.

Smoke and Mirrors

I want to heal my body
but my mind keeps following
and the feeling of my changing
has my personality behaving oddly

Bright lights shine into my mind
and these static visions hurt my eyes
I need to be alone in the dark,
so I can slip outside of time.

There's a sweetness from within
and it melts into my marrow
Showing crystal skies escape
when repenting silver arrows

I no longer feel the same in fear
and my mind is resting angers
Quietly repressing sorrows
Making my mind saner.

I'm sorry for staining her.
The spirit of my calling within
The divine femininity
The one who speaks in Hymns.

A poet shouldn't smoke
and tarnish reputations
because where the poet flows
is in the heart of aggregation.

I want to be brave
and say everything will be okay
That I'll live life to the fullest
And pave a path to fame

But now all I really want
is to return this axe to frost
re-enter through the cold
and free myself from desert lost.

You left the flowers by my door
and I took them in for rescue.
I placed them in a vase,
to turn back the time I laid to rest.
Wilted on the sofa,
I took to rays of sun.
To bless the inner shadow,
Who's solitude might come undone.

Might come undone.

Night rolls in
and I'm falling into a deep sleep.
MY spirit comes down to the soul.
And with our divinity deceased,
The dark night comes to mirror me;
I might be getting old.

I have no thoughts of me,
just you, that's all I think,
I wanna be with you,
my link.

For security, for safety,
For the love of our memories.
For the kids, our kindness,
and the mindful and not the mindless.
Yeah, of purer thoughts and purer love
serenity from upper kingdoms arc
To fight for belief, and sanctity,
bestowing both justice and mercy; upon thy enemies.

And so I gripped the blanket and yelled,
to undo nightmare man his spells.
I won't give into darkness no more.
I won't sleep on shattered dreams,
and walk away on empty deeds.

I'll pierce the bitter night
with rainbow sparks of aether light
as the flint stone blisters and scathes my palms.
I'll rekindle the fire and bring thunder to wire,
and rewrite these stories with passions alive.

It's not that hard speaking from the heart.
When things get tough
the mind goes abrupt.
It may trepedate,
thinking how things insinuate.
But unreel it not,
just speak from the heart.

Deep sleeping delta breathing
Breath of subtle water air
Salivating in mid summer airs-
Night view on the dark pavement.
Hands on it feeling upward rising
Warmth. Gazing up at the sun
Red, Pink, Orange and Blue coalescing infinitely.
The Sky Earth Action in my memories
m e m o r i e s

They swarmed the sky at morning's high
the space between shook visions knees
as it seemed to be
the gaussian face of many leaves

Over the vacancy of perplexing heat
the birds foreshadowed their own defeat
and the birds flew in to the tunnel and gave
everything they cherished, the alternate behave

With this phenomenon made distinct
the summon of a God, would be the expected link

And when God came through he questioned their race
Why would you give in to a faster pace? Your life is not tamed
by the effects of others, it's the will to live that creates new fathers
and the will to live that everyone bothers.

It's the will to live that everyone bothers.

Of the many birds that chose a devilish fate,
incinerating themselves in the volcano's slate
one stood by with the natural confusion
of the choices to make beyond the group-and

That morning everything had changed, the troubles in
the world causing everything pain
had put a hold into instinct and a shift into reign
The droplets of life escaping the vain

God:
Beyond instinct there are benefits to the mind
make it strong, until it's hard to find
Others cannot see it, hear it or sense it
But those with will, will surely inherit

Those with will, will surely inherit.

ice fire and the cryogene.
clear water with most love.
sprouting the finest being.
The god of love.earth.

When my thoughts are restless and my tongue wrestles temple.
I am sent a scent in mint to Gale; a deep refreshing inward inhale.
And this coolness of mind in body can only be tempered like fire in autumn. Restless leaves, automating my inner bravery.

The many principled hero to be, to be, because wherever there is courage there is destiny, in me. Its future fate and I'm letting go, letting go of grips, rain, reign, thundering sorrow and pain.

Let the wind be fluted, and the water be pale, the richness of our inner visions are real. Let the earth be molded, by the other, whilst without, comprehension no longer. Aether Author, crafting father's out of featureful airs.
It's fate in the making.

When I breathe my body is relieved.
Where once timber, now limber.
My posture is vibrant and silent.
I'm cleansing my Violet.
Violet where once crown, no longer a frown because
I'm grounding, I'm grounding until my soul is unbound.
I'm breathing, and when I'm breathing laughter reveals me but I focus, I focus and I don't let it seal me.
I'm cooling, I'm cooling, and soothing my soul, so that it may stay open for one and for all.
I meditate
I abbreviate, small glimpses of light.
So that the sugar of my solar may fall out - from my sight.
I am serious, and my breath is sinuous.
It awakens my mind,
But these competitive thoughts: they do not oblige.
So I keep breathing and breathing for full conscious feeling and through this procession my spirit is right.
Spirit pouring out of my pores.
I am rich with inner vision.
What sun shall I bring up to clear division.
What light shall I pour out tonight, Oh Sun
I am ready to stand up for what's right.