I will die within you.
Ive died many of times; using my blood to write what i find to be beautiful and tonight may be the day i dig my own grave, this is nothing more than a premature burial.
Just make sure to leave an orchid on my tombstone and watch me produce a few feilds more; blooming and dancing in the wind not losing its petals like im losing ink and pages in a sacrificial sense.
I will continue to crucify an art ive adapted into to see you smile, light, grow and live again.
I dont feel the pressure of the world any longer til i understood someone who could be my universe, walks on its face.
Maybe im already crystalized. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but ive never heard of idled eyes.
Ive seen you levitate mountains with the power of your voice.
Ive seen you freeze the oceans with your gazes.
Ive seen you move planets with your emotions.
Ive seen you make wildlife stop and stare as you bathe in a lake.
Ive seen you bachata within the belly of Hell.
And they still say theres no such thing as a goddess; still **** up with your hologram.
Im just an alien, crash landing, going to war for my newfound planet, i call home.
Bury me in amber: fossilized resin from ancient floral forests, youve been here before, tell me about yourself, the first man, woman, the dopamine, the serotonin, the endorphins.
Was Egypt as beautiful as they illustrate, did you live there and feel in place, if so, why did you let Cleopatra reign…..or was that you too?

- Beau