As he walked through a forest he knew so long ago,
He sees a withered oak.
A proud thing.
A proud memory.
A proud day.
A proud history.

And yet all he feels now is the darkness of the shadow it casts.
He sees the leaves the rain soaks.
He has no song to sing.
He has nothing to be.
He has gone no way.
He has her in his dreams.

The rain continued as his clothes get wet, smiling at the memory of their first kiss.
It was like this...thing.
He can’t say it another way.
It was something to see.
It was something to light their day.
It was something meant to be.

He sighed and sat down under the far reach of the branches and watched the drops float down slowly; watching them made him happy, and yet they made him sad. They reminded him of the way the were happy, then sad. He laughed at his deep, philosophical banter. Is this not like our love, my dear?, he thought. One moment you’re soaked to the bone and trying nothing more than to run away when all you’d want more is to rush and play in the mud with eachother like children? Hm...and when the cloud are done weeping and they’re once again light with joy, what becomes of us? We simply dry our selves and go on with our full lives again....
Although...if it were meant to be...we'd simply fly and run in the field and let the sun have its way on our skin, no matter how sweltering it makes us feel.

And with that his thoughts were clear as he sat in that knoll.
Under and on that withered oak.
Its leaves laughing with the memories.
Laughing at the two of them.
Sighing at the sight of them.
Praying for the child of them.

And with that rain, each drop gave life to the leaves.
That grand oak.
Withered under its memories
Laughing at its own roots.
Barely a look under mans boots.
And yet, still strong enough to give its support.

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She walked up to that tree they used to love.
And found him lying there.
His skin still so fair.
But pale in comparison of what it used to be.
So she played there with him. Laughing with the tears of the sky. At what they used to be. Then in each other’s arms, they die.

The sun shines, and a shadow under them begins to bloom, letting the sun do what it pleases on their skin. There will be no joy for them this time though; they ran their last the day before.

I** want to breath
Like when I was a child
Oh, how I remember
Very much so, how much fun It was
Every day was ignorant bliss as I smiled
Yesterday was they day I forgot how to breathe
Over and over again I age faster as I remember
Under the stars I fade, unable to breathe
So now I regress
Over and over I wonder, where the time went my friend
Maybe I can grab a couple of galaxies and feed them to my infant
Uh, I don’t think she’d like it though, heh
Can you give me some advice, considering you’re over 60?
How do you still vibrate like the new day and the sound of heaven in the morning?
I don’t understand your method
Think about it?
Hey, that’s hard when all I think about is my future…
Under the stars, now
Running to catch the comets flitting forward forever.
Thank you
So much, I’m serious.

Once the world was pure in design
Twice the air was sullied
Thrice the demons came forth to dine

Once the world was pure in ideals
Twice the water grew red and muddied
Thrice by the angels who broke the seals

Once the world was pure in responses
Twice the earth was spilt
Thrice the gods of man spat nothing but nonsense

Once the world was pure in expansion
Twice the flora and fauna were made ashes
Thrice the world was thrown into hell’s mansion

Once the world was pure
Twice it fell
Thrice was made no more

Is there anything  more sad than the sun fleeing the day in the horizon?What have we done wrong to cause it to blend in with the night and shed its skin to become the moon? What have we done to make it flee and lay with the stars?" We lived through its rays, and walked through the days." many will say. Is it tired? Or is it simply trying to spark a conversation with something more...celestial? I hope that wherever it goes, the light follows. The shadows alone are enough to make me quiver, even under the light of the moon. I welcome the day as much as i welcome my dreams. I think i'm caught somewhere in between.

Atlas makes me wonder sometimes about what true struggle is. A never ending hell, carrying the world and the sky apart, so two ancient lovers never again experience the joy of a child who could be their advocate. They bore thousands just to shed their blight upon this world and purge all the divergent paths. Should I release  Atlas from his ******* and tell the two ancient lovers to love again so that the paths between us never again diverge? Or are you terrified in the idea of a path that converges like I am? I know Atlas would be more that joyful to be relieved, but what catastrophe would come from Gaia and Uranus giving birth to their next harbinger of death? This fear is so dumbfounding  and beyond my reasoning. I suppose, my love, that it's because we have no idea where our paths lead. But in the end, words are like the paths we take, ever flowing from the distance we make them out to be. So let's see where these paths lead so we will one day be able to converge at last without the fears of a lonely man. Atlas, begone! We've made our decision. Good day! And goodmorning my love. Let's now have the greatest talk about nothing at all ever and make those paths larger than ever thought to be.

Ah, dear universe. If only you could slow your pace to a crawl. Then all would be mezmorized even more so than those of such brilliance as you. The difference is that they walk to their destination and you pant because of the energy wasted. Stars explode and become a black hole. Your love is now dead. You tire because of the things that make us gawk in awe and wonder. You feel alive once more and smile. An explosion occurs and no one couldve realized  that the super nova of a cluster of stars could be so myriadly beautiful. Colors upon pastel and cyrilics and water paints. The pungent array spreads far and wide, seeping into the dark void that wishes to be filled. When that expanse is quenched, it explodes yet again and again. The same material as before explodes and is revived. You are the universe that I want to die with, alone in this dark expanse. Never ceasing will my want be and my jealousy. All the stars and the nebulae could never seem more astonishing to my senses as you! Ah, but if this love should slow to a crawl and stay that way forever, may all those who look upon you stay a moment's worth, and smile at your array of stars. I love you. Now live and never again explode and become that black whole that feels so alone in the dark expanse of the cosmos. I love you. So no matter what, notice my smile and reflect it once and a while. Brighter than any sun shall you be, if all you do is look at me, and see what I'm trying to provide. I may be a dwarf whit star compared to you, but your still in bloom, being A nebulae of numerous and wonderful heavens. I love you. Never forget that.

the children and I wandered the house
  seeking the terrible monster
    "Aghast!" cried my dear Samuel
  "thar be the beast!" cried my dear delilah
"Ar, that be no beast!"

i cried unto them
  " 'tis but your mother!"
   the children gasped and
  cowered behind my legs
"she's like one when she's mad.."

began my beautiful Nicolai Jr.
  I covered his mouth
   and prayed to God my wife
  had not heard my child
I heard a snarl from the other room

and we all shrieked in
  terror of the beast
   for she is quite ferocious
  when she awakes
to find our morning messes

I woke up for my dream
  and waited for my wife
    to yell at me for the mess around me

Remember all I said?
Forget it.
Remember from that day?
Forget me.
Remember that stuff about us?
Forget you.
Remember who we used to be?
I'm forgetting.
Remember all I tried to say?
Forgive it.
Remember all that from today?
Forgive me.
Remember all that stuff about you?
Forgive you.
Remember what we are now?
I'm forgiving.

Strangely enough, I've been wondering about nothing at all. The mind I own is as empty as the sky it usually runs to. The clouds are as light as my thoughts. The color of the atmosphere is as bright as my love for it. If only people could fly; then, and only then, would i truly be happy. I sigh, and cry. I cry in my heart because if the world saw the sky I love so much, then the planes cruising would be of war. No longer would I be free to wonder and marvel at all of the works my mind creates. I would be free to cower and flit across the battlefield. Only trying to find sanctuary, I would bulrush all those in my path like I've always done. I hate to say it but, it would all depend if my words got to you first. Either way, the pain you would feel can only be mirrored by the eyes brave enough to gaze and try to grasp onto this tired wonder. I really do want nothing more than to fly, but until then, I'll keep these tears locked away so the clouds will stay light and not flood what's left of this world.

Each day, a wonderful dreams takes hold. It surfaces into my consciousness and spans upon its horizons. I become the sun, and she, the moon. We both exist, floating and wavering and become concerned with our lives. Our relationship is stable; or at least I like to think so. I provide the strength and the light, she provides the beauty and mirrors my colors into something more spectacular. When we kiss, that is our eclipse. When we die, we give our passions to another; and our roles change. I know my place in this universe, and she's still searching. That's why she orbits and rotates in an elipse. She knows not where she's going or how she's gotten through where she's been. I want to be the one to expound my light onto her, the way she does for me to this world; and I want nothing more, than to make that crescent smile a full moon laugh.

In my dream
   I saw her smiling
     I walked to her and kissed her
       Goodmorning was the exchanges between us
      She smiled again and handed me breakfast
   The children screaming daddy across the room

I woke up with a tear
  Smiling
      And I reached for my love
          She wasn't there.

Only I know how much she is missed
it feels like ages since our last kiss.

I know, only I do.

How much she is loved by me,for me, to me, with me, in my heart,

I know, only I do.

And she knows too, how much I am missed
and the length since our last kiss


Only she knows, only her.

How much I am loved by her, for her, to her, with her, in her heart,

Only she knows, only her.

Only we know how much we are missed,
and the pain of our last kiss.

Only we know, only we.

How much we are loved by us, for us, to us, with us, in our heart.

Only we care for love as an art, only us.

Only we share this heart, only us.

Only we love eachother so much.

Only us.

They wondered why mommy and daddy
   Why we loved each other
     We smiled at them and said
    If we could explain love
What would be the point of having it?

They pondered this
  And changed their minds
   Chasing each other instead
  Constantly on their toes
They stumbled and laugh

As daddy grabbed them
  And poked their little bellies
    Crying in laughter
   They ran
And mommy was not spared from

My tickles
  She pleaded for a surrender
   Instead I called for the children
  And we made mommy laugh so hard
She probably never wanted to make us breakfast

Ever again

I woke up from that dream
  And my hand was on my stomach
   I laughed a pitiful laugh
O Lord how I enjoyed my family

If the sun and moon are two different bodies, then why do they occupy the same space? If they share a different meaning and choose a different path, why do they end up intersecting at one point? Is there an unspoken love between the two? Or is that a chance they seek just to see each other again? Either way, I figured that the earth is the medium of that love. It stays in the middle, egging each of them on; simply trying to keep them together. If I occupy the same space as you, why do we walk totally different paths? How are we going to cross in the end and fall in love? We become that space between. We stop going our paths, and go toward each other's, just to talk for one day. I love you, sun. I love you too, moon. Now take me home, earth.

A positive emotion becomes a minus
A negative memory becomes plus
A zero reaction comes from my brain.

Well, that day was wonderful
  "Take a break" said my boss
      I smiled and said
   Daddy's staying home today
They all smiled and tackled me to the floor


My wife hugged me and gave me a kiss
  The children cried in disgust
And my love and I just laughed at our little angels


I woke up from that dream
  And kept laughing to myself
Most likely about nothing at all

They climbed on my lap
   Flailing and wondering why
     Daddy can't stay a little longer
   Mommy answers for me
He needs to work for your toys
And I laughed,

I work for your future
   I said

And I woke
   And cried for my children
Who didn't exist

Woe is to this galaxy, we have finally converged our ends to this retched world. It is now time to ready your weapons; for we will show no mercy. Turn your eyes to this love that shines brightly and reflects to embrace you with its tenderness. I'm am the sun and she is like the moon, this metaphor used so regularly, it takes our roles of confidence and takes it to the extremes. We float ever so gently, gasping only for the day to see eachother again. As the night falls, I rise to search for her, in place and others. This and that one. High and low. Shallow and deep I will search. When I fall she rises, pondering about trail of woe. She finds me after a tide, and smiles at my face, brightening to give our light to this world. She floats closer and the ominous aura we liberate compels the mind and weakens the state of hatred others love in. If only our parents could understand that we do, the stars and planets and elements and aetherial aspects, we call to you to look upon us and finally realize, this love is eternal, and never again shall we search so woefully for the other, for we know the next time we meet; it will be a day that makes a man cry.

"I trip to see you walking
Towards
                Me
                      And
                               Wonder
                       Why
                    I
            Fell
                    For
                           You...
Only to realize that I'm still lying here
Smiling
               Like
                        A
                            Little
                    Boy
          That
   Just
          Loved
                      For the first time...
I finally have a reason to keep falling for something."

He was a good man.
He walks to her grave and frowns.
He begins to cry.

He used to know her.
He finds out the tears wont stop.
He remembers her.

He used to love her.
He gets on his knees and bawls.
He could not save her.

He was so happy.
He puts his face in the dirt.
He has no more time.

He walks away now.
He leaves his tears and roses.
He has nothing left.

It's an enigma that I know the answer to.
How will we work,
me and you?

Such a distance they own; that earth, that sun, that moon.
Such a love they own; that one, those two.
Such a love is it that it is; that one, so true.
Bright and glorious, it flies so far above us; that one, from me, to you.
Our eclipses come sooner, then later; that one, it's you.
Such a brilliance it gleams, radiating sunbeams; that one, from you.
They reach as far as it seems; this space, I'm through.
They tear away these walls, and pierce the darkness of these halls; my love, for you.
They breath into us a life anew; that love, for you.
They shine forward, gleaming outward; our love, so true.
We burn into the sky, a star, a light, a question why; so pure, it's true.
A constellation, a revolution; I give this world, to you.
A new work of art, to you I impart; my ink, you use.
I write this for you. My love, dear moon.

Can it be like how it was?
When just three words were enough?
I miss you too much to know.

Like the sweet lip I give to this world's tea,
You ice my very soul and complete me.

Like the hilly land of the south that runs red with the blood of the sun at its setting,
I'd love to watch that dark place in our distance shine bright with red of enamor.

Like the field and old country crannie I ran across in the freezing winter's day,
so id run through this yellow prairie looking for your heart to hold always.

Like the flowing rivers of fish and fully-bellied bears,
Comb my hairs that flow through the delta of your fingers and part it to see my eyes wishing for you.

Like the elk of pride lifting its proud head,
I love you is all that could be said.

Like the tall pines and red oaks peeking above the clouds to shake hands with God,
So will I to look above this cloud of smoke to see you staring back at me.

Like the crisp smell of the sea on the beaches of the Carolinas and Florida,
May this southern Soul take you across them to dance in the sea of stars only seen with you, uh-huh.

Like the twang' of our home state and the culture of complete estate over all,
I hope to one day stand tall and boot scootin' boogie my way into your heart.

All this boy is a' hurtin' and nothin' more, sweet sunshine tea of mine.
Wishing, he is I swear, for nothin' more, sweet thang of mine.

I can't refine the things in our mind, our selfish reprises.
I wish we could turn around, to make new surprises.
Burn all we love, its time is nigh as we run.
The licks at our heels, aren't they so much fun?

Breaks in our sanity escalate to a candy flavored cast.
A tight clenched arm on mine, you're why I can't run away.
Let go of me, I can't let you take over me at last.

I know, as we burn up with the rooftop falling,
We were caught fawning over our eyes again.
I can't believe that all of it reached a peak we could never climb again.
All we can do to try is keep on and keep on falling.

Breaks in your sanity escalate to a fiery brand.
It's on your skin and you yelp like a puppy at the pain.
You smile as you can tell it hurts me, because you know you own me.

The house we thought was ours is all in ashes.
I'm on the ground, taking your angry whip lashes.
Just bury me along with all of the heap, I'm done wasting my time.
It's not time anymore to weep.

Breaks in my sanity cause me to quiver at a sound.
I'm all but lost and so far from found.
I'm here in the wreckage; I'm here in her cage.

I'm screaming, pulling my hair.
You're laughing, keeping me there.
We're licking our lips at our next meal.
You've made me you, so let me try and see how you feel.

Breaks, who needs sanity?
Houses, they break so easy.
Ashes, the best kind of existence.
Nothing, that's all I wish this could be.

I had a pearl white shine in your eyes
And all you saw were mine
So you snatched me up and called me yours
And you left me on my sides

I had a wonder filled heart for you
And you breathed in my air
So you held it in a plastic bag all for yourself
And you let it go like I wasn’t true

I had an ocean torrent of a laugh
And you subsided the front of it
So you could bear it all in your soul away from me
And you gave it all away to a bright new breeze

I had the greatest of child aspiration for us
And you gave it back so graciously
So you bottled me up right for your own device
And you stank up my life like pus

I heard your name and warmed my soul to it
And you breathed on the flames
So you could warm yourself in my fire for you
And you put it out with tears of strained eyes

I wondered out for God in you so many times
And you allowed me in one last time
So we could breath eachother in one last time
Before He had ya running out of time.

Time

Time

Time

I had my life brought up in your wings
And you fluttered toward my own
So you could fly farther underneath my draft
And you flew away. And this time, it lasts.