enlightening with flowers a shade wrapped in dark night
tasting a hidden soul in fruity and luscious lips
setting the world on fire with a hug huge & wild
-with a kiss i am chained yet i’m glorious & free

i kiss your mouth of orange & drink heaven in it:
no more the day gives light, no more the moment beats
The universe is dust, the world a rose of peace
& every light is born from the bright of my tears

i give away all care, regard, worry & dream
i cast thinking away & sing & whirl & cry
& like a wounded bird i fall mad at your feet
& beg you another moment as begs a begging child:

stay close, close to me–like branch & air with wing
stay close, close to me–like mouth with breath & kiss

I seek. I strive. My mind
is completely absorbed.
No hiatus between my
experience, knowledge
nor practice. No bounds
between means and end.

Or, between life, living
and the imagination.
Neither in and from all
the things in my being,  
mind, aims and learning.
Above all, no division, for:

“I am part of all
that I have met.”  (Tennyson)

Tobias

After the sun has set,
we two, as one bright
spark, ignite the stars.  
Wrapped in your arms.
Enfolded  with your love.
Entranced by your charms.
Dazzled by the stars above.
Moonlight filters down
into your eyes of brown.
Free of our night attire
we seek, we find entire,
in each all that we desire.

Loving, true and bright,
at sunrise, we  delight
as glowing Twin Flames,
in setting the dawn alight.

Tobias

How mindlessly on Life's ocean we float,
Practicing deceit, causing tears to fall,
While a witness silently takes note --
Time sees and hears all

Not one false vow made in the name of Love
Will escape Time's ever watchful eyes;
Like thawing snow reveals the frozen dove,
Time unveils all lies

Tears carve channels that are easy to trace,
Brows are furrowed by promises broken;
You need only look upon my face .......
The years have spoken

I run out of patience, I run out of time,
Life's clock tells me I'm running out of years;
When my mind's weary,  I run out of rhyme,
Why is it I never run out of tears?

No sign to stay.
In her brain.
I’ll stand on the chance with nothing to say.
Stand in the blue.
Slow with care.
Shallow.
Intimate.
Light tremallo.
Waves to ease in.
Never monotonous.
Always Grimm.
And sullen.
With embers and trauma.
Cast out into a French corner store.
Where she had stood.
Selling paintings.
Coffee.
Basket house.
Cafe.
Such a muse she was.
At night.
Abandonments.
Outcasts.
Displacements.
Said their words.
Crying inside.
Healing wounds.
Her turn.
And that smile gave me everything to know.

I took a moment
and then take a seat
do a survey around me

People are trying to find
someone good
but they're not trying
to be good to someone

So here i'm, i can give you
so that you can give me
because giving
is a two way street

If you can understand
the power of perception
you can understand
why it's important
to have right perception