Morning, I wake
I wanna sleep all day in the wake of you
In the wake of your, breath
Breathing in and out, so steadily
So steadily and silently, I stare,
Staring at this one brief moment that we share
Until the light of day casts a beam  
And casts away our cares
And no longer will I be next to you
Belonging to the sun
No, not the moon
Awating the moment when you'll say
I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon.

I wait here
I sit comfortable
With the most uncomfortable awating.

I don't wait for anything in particular,
Maybe I'm just getting psychotic
Obsessed,
Or just now fully understanding what an artist does
In particular a writer,
                          The bleed
                                  The invisible wounds
                                          The drinking
                                                 The foul sour mood.

I haven't been drinking that much
I've exercised like a maniac
And that might explain my couple-day-break from writing.

**** this
***** all the poems
Smash those beers
Even break my guitar

Just don' leave me waiting in vain.
Come with me, let's split the world into angels and demons
Let's blame them all
Let's play like little brats
Let's let the soul shine brilliantly
Let's smile, laugh and cry in the summer rain

Come bleed with me.

The spare bedroom of life,
  is where I sleep now

The other rooms taken,
  the past dreaming proud

This cot that I lie on,
  one sheet to keep warm

With furniture missing,
  and curtains all torn

The end of the season,
  the end of the hall

Forgetting the reasons,
  my memory now small

As both eyes shut tightly,
  my vision within

A palace awating,
—a welcoming hymn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Silence , is most beautiful . this crystal feeling is the one i seek for . if you forget this just live your sorrows , light is awating at the end of that tunnel. So many have awoken we feed of eachother , Creating even more light for us to endlessly dwell on. This is the feeling i go for,  My soul craves the love withing all of us , its like food to the real me , the more i am the more i am the more i can be free, see some of us still belive freedom just aint free. trapping our shells in the physical plane , because we find our selfs  attached, to some kind of hate , some kind of pleasure, some kind of mate. Im ready to seek blinding truth, i see this in most of you, the truth is its in all of you  , we’ve been waiting for thousands of years. you and me are here fo this to be real „ oh kind eyes wont you come near?   something so pure about november rain all these feelings dwelling in it . Me and you etenerlly living in it.

Northern lights
The breath of wind,
blowing open the door,
of the heart,
letting the petals of dream in,
a kind of feeling,
falling in love with the screen of heaven,
playing a video of,
pictures of memories,
the lost season,
the northern lights,
hot boiling dream lost,
in the direction of the,
lights,
a touch of coolness,
awakened,
shimmering silks of light,
of dawn,
awating.