There's oceans, a thousand crystal oceans  
above Venus and the moons, swimming in the constellations, an endless orange stream of stars and angels,  falling like rain, dripping like a prayer, soaking our old home.

So dance closely with me, for upon our red rooftop, let's enjoy  the slow breeze,  while the moonlight unites the oceans in the sky,
and covers the Brazilian seashore;

   For it heals the soul of the green earth.

All the old sycamore trees, the owls, the hawks, and snakes,
all these things run for existence.

So hold on, onto my words,
Like your wedding ring, let me hold you close.
  For in the quiet broken night,
I can feel your heart beat, your emotions that run like water.
Let me hear the river and rhythm of your desires,   and your ambitions that lie

awake in you.  

Let this, let this moment separate what you fear,
as I listen to the drums of your heart.

    here

hold my hand, then let my voice unlock creation,
Echoing and speaking the languages of your dreams and desires,
for how I do love you.  
Now see the moonlight's rule over the stars,
speaking pictures of grace into the quiet night.

In such a way the power of the moonlight stands like a king,
thus I will listen, open and unlock the waves of your dreams.

one more time, she whispers,
she whispers violently, tremulously, like an addict whispers
to the fingernail marks in her skin, like persephone whispers to pomegranate seeds, like sin, and her whispers collect on dollar bills in the wind, and the money flies home but she's still sitting in that bin,

wondering if Hades ever regretted his win

these words are a paraphrasing of the famous words from
Martin Niemöller,
an anti-******, German Christian pastor:

"First, they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I wasn’t a trade unionist, so I didn’t speak out.

Then they came for the Jews.
I wasn’t a Jew so I didn’t speak out.

Then they came for me,
and there was no one to speak for me.”

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2:01am

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I hope that you will smile today
and give yourself a break.
A smile can be great medicine.
It helps when hearts might ache.

Perhaps, if you try hard enough,
the smile becomes a grin.
And when you've worn it long enough,
you'll feel it grow and then...

The grin becomes a chuckle
and it then becomes a laugh.
And everyone will wonder if
you've made a social gaffe.

For laughter is contagious
and it helps to get us through.
Here's hoping that today will bring
some happiness to you.

and i miss you like this
smiling and remembering
those memories
late night on my time
day time in your place
that's how it all started.

I always love being in the mountains. Ever since I was a kid I couldn't stop thinking about them. The fresh clean air, out away from the city. A peaceful place where you can go and get lost in the beauty of the scenery.
The scent of pine trees and pinecones is rather sweet, like the earth after a thunderstorm. The soft crackle of twigs breaking under your feet as your walked the miles beyond miles of trees. Birds chirping in the distance as you reach the top of the mountain to overlook the valley. Off in the distance you see an eagle feeding her babies in the top of a tree. Hearing their sweet chirps calming your sharp breaths. Nothing holding back, as the wind gently blows your hair across your cheeks. This is what it means to live the dream, to feel no one to weigh you down, understanding that this is what it means to be truly free.

Moon crazed fonts
starting a genocide of words
in narcolepsy.

Don't ask me about the amphetamines!

The letters have gone crazy.
No discipline,
no shoes.
They run wildly barefoot,
make you feel a victim of curved lips.

There were no afterthoughts―
about the massacre of essence,
of message, gist and substance.

You stand alone in jungle
of books, unprinted, unspoken
of, finding the
sequence of life.