When I am bright and shine
she has caught a glimpse of me
kept it safe in glassy cells of her heart
transformed my mild heat
to that buzzing beam of electrons
towards the hope
bringing the light and let it all work
in the time my shine has frail and gone

If you know, darling with ivy glass
this is sun taking to his Electra

The love is what
       pink roses says
The love I feel
       dark chocolate says

We are lost in unknown space
she shredding tears
and my heart cries so brutally
we are stuck
sometime it feels it is a dead end
or an endless pit
I am stuck
someone help me out
to stop the time
please I am begging
just before I die
stop the time
stop
for the sake
of ****** god

My doctor said
the Sansara is not a circular
he said it is liner
I think that we both know
what it is or
we both know
nothing at all

I was stuck into a circle
I felt the repetition
re-occurrence spin and twirl
this all repressed me
harnessed me and abused me
the flash of the theory of line
brought me back

It has major fall outs
In what my doctor said
But it expelled me from
riding the horse of merry go round

I read a little about relativity
and have been thinking about it
lot more time
where I stand is
where my ego is
I felt that

my doctor cheated the game
with another illusion
But for the day I am no longer
the Vitruvian Man, who
stretching arms and legs to touch
the circumference of the circle

It is okay to be selfish
I felt so because that is what we are
it is okay to believe nothing
because that what it is
I might day dreaming
or mad talking
but the truth
but the truth
I sense
and it slitting my soul
in unexpected times

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

It is difficult to live
when the square is not really a square
I feel it now
how hard it is be to formless cloud
people like clear blue sky
cloudless
people they are people
I am selfish
that is all I can see
blue sky
I never have seen it
in real days as I know

my medicine
***** all the moisture of mine
so now I am a dry white cloud
still the formless
I just dreaming
dreaming and feeling
feeling and hating
hating and loving
loving and floating
that is all what I can do

as the sky as it is
I am feeling empty
like the specks of dusts in a whirl wind
my heart is twirling
I am going against the rhythm
for a dream I think I deserve
starry nights are dooming
I am selfish even though