I miss you
Miss your words
I find you
Find your hands.

I know you
Know your heart
I want you
Want your new art.

Do you feel me?
Feel my emotions!
Would you reach me?
Reach my affections!

You look at me
Look at my heart
Do you feel that?...
We aren't so apart!

Can art and religion coexist
When art is about asking questions
And religion is about providing answers?

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

I want to talk to him
Who comes into my dream
and looks so handsome,
Yet I don't know his name
and where is his clime
But I have a crush on him!

May I talk to him?
Mom, may I talk to him!
He comes into my dream
I need him to talk,
'Cause I have a crush on him!

My eyesight is getting dim
everything except him,
'Cause, he looks so awesome.
I can't sleep at night
It just I feel his light
and I melt into him!

I feel fly in the sky
like a bird so high
I feel this for the first time.
Sometimes I smile alone
and hide from everyone
Maybe I'm falling in love with him!

Roosters and swampy leaches,
always attacking the Georgia peaches,
darkened chasms oozing stench,
trying to control the velvet trench.

Leering eyes stare out at mountains,
saliva drools, like Trevi fountain,
imaginations in overdrive,
thinking about creating lives.

In the sty, squealing lies,
as the fairer fire fries,
in the grease, they exuded,
and the things, which they alluded.