My friends,
today is the day!
Cast your nets into the sea
Let gravity pull you in the wrong direction
float freely with the worries of tomorrow
on yesterday's shoulders

My friends,
tonight is the night!
Dance between the stars of Hydra
Make your way to the north star
stop on the way
to say hello to your childhood fears

My friends,
this morning is THE morning!
The greatest of all mornings
(until tomorrow)
Take it by the jugular.

This is our universe.
Let us dance in it's glorious vastness!

This is not a hopeless love poem.
Are we mutual lovers?
do you wish, so very badly,
to be infected
by a love
so toxic
that it hurts?
I'm in love with feelings
and I'm in love with you (yes you)
Love is patient
*** is coming alive
but I need to know it's real
I need someone to teach me
This is not a hopeless love poem.

Humans are very adaptable creatures
We find a way to accept the chaos we live in
Tiny men, with blue ties and leather brief cases
Running around like chickens with their heads cut off
Just trying to keep their heads above water
Our hearts learn to beat at this rapid pace
Our threshold is compromised for the bubbling blood
That boils in a *** we call our veins
Our bodies are sacred
In a way that's not religious
In a way that's not respected
But we misuse
With tear and toil, we treat our limbs
Our muscles
Our pumping hearts
Like utter ****
Because that's what this world can do to you
But that's not what you can do for this world
You owe it to yourself to breathe.

No one ever knew
No one ever knew
No one ever knew
I called up the doctor
Told him to staple me up
I called up the doctor
Told me the stitches wouldn't be enough
Don't you see?
Your skin: sewn with fine thread
My skin: punctured with fine metal
Your thread has seeped in
And
My staple have fallen
But the doctor says I need stitches
But the prescription says my skin cannot handle it
I just want to hold you without falling apart.

They're safe. Now, you can come off duty. Put your guard down solider. If they come looking, direct them towards my innocence.

You're a blind man's      bluff - trying to hide from someone you've never seen. The garden is now bear, but I saved plenty from the spring.

I promise there's a heaven for the dead, imaginary friends. Sometimes the weather man lies - tomorrow won't always be gloomy. Two steps forward with the possibility of falling in.

You're a blind man's      bluff - trying to hide from someone you've never seen. The garden is now bear, but I saved plenty from the spring.

Get your kicks on, with the kids from the burnin' room.  Ignition is key and waking up is vital. And remember what I said about the weather man and his gloom because all we are is a blind man's bluff - trying to hide from someone we've never seen
And if you start saving now, you'll remember, that when the gardens bear...you saved plenty from the spring.

Adapt to the true feeling of discomfort
Do what you're afraid to do
Flee in the direction of unknown
And never stop