At moments in life I have come...
In the same space,
As one made, from bits, of the sun.

And in their, presence, I'm surely stunned
Like an angelic Medusa,
I'm left frozen, while not wanting to run.

But as a statue, I've lost all that's fun...
And she's gone, like a shot,
From an abruptly fired gun...

Yet I've awakened to an answer at last...
For with an angel,
Frozen fear, can be a thing of the past.

For if this angel could wait just a bit.
Sip some tea, have a cookie,
And simply have a little sit.

Whisper friendly words in my ear.
Little droplets would form,
As she'd be melting my fear.

And to dance, we both can take.

Run in circles, laugh out loud,
Stone skin falls away with laughing,
And the belly it shakes.

And in me she could watch the seed grow.

Made of lustful storms,
Loving dreams,
A river to her heart in full flow.

And through the torture of new life in bloom,
She'd see me struggle with desire,
To be lock away in her womb...

But water me, with her blessed grace...

Watch those dreams and the hope,
Crumble away to replace.

The raging tides found in me.
Once frozen, the water that was,
Originally freezing solid my feet.

And in me... She'd find a calm sea.
With a glowing little seed,
Deep below where the sea monsters should be.

And then...  Dive into me.
Go deep.  Hold on.  
The pressure can get so frightening.

And kiss... This little seed.
Hold it tight, here it goes,
From you births a godling.

And join with an ocean that explodes.

**** the kraken and Posideon,
To this, those guys are side shows.

For you...  Have birthed a God.
All it's might, all it's fury,
All the love.
Leaving the world feeling awed.

And to you, a blanket of stars.
A chariot pulled by constellations,
Just to hear you laugh, circling Mars.

All... Just... because...

The patience you did take.
Whole universes will now,
Forever be born from your wake




An Angel... birthing... a god...

Sure...

It's fantasy...

You're an angel, and I'm awed...

My mind is a mountainside ocean,
Swirling with the currents of life.

Feeling the way of the currents.
With dreams of dancing,
Through fallen, shafts of light.

The world seems this very mountain,
And the lava, the people within.
Constantly sputtering their danger.
Brimming, to spill out their sin.

Long has this mountain been feeble.
And oozing of lava persists.
Yet with no where to go but dissipation,
On this hellish world, I stay, wind insists.

I'm tired of hearing their selfish whispers,
Only through them, will change ever occur.
So for now, hells water just sputters,
And through me, it's oozing always burns.

I read the words of a hero.
Listen to the speech of a borderline saint.

But I'm to hurt to feel their intentions.
By the world, it's people, and their taint.

I dream wistfully of the day
I meet that special someone
That makes me yearn for myself

That I let myself be selfish
And leave the world and it's wants
To gather dust, on a shelf...

Force the spike, into the ground,
Watch the soil give way.
You may stand up your tent tonight,
But earth itself gave way.

Force the door, as it is stuck,
To open on your command.
Today perhaps no damage is shown,
But in time, the scars will stand.

To force a thing,
Is to break,
That which you push,
For your own sake

So push and pull,
Stomp and shout.
You loved it once,
But it's broken now.

It's amazing, to find,
Someone who loves you.
Who genuinely cares, for you in body and soul.

Someone who'll help,
And share your great burden,
When you're broken, but still have arms, so very full.

4 boxes, a bike
1 bedroom set for the night.
A snowboard all cracked,
But filled with memories from far back.
A TV and computer
And my desk for the future

Are all that I'm taking with me...

How small, 20 years, turned out to be...