Eat, sleep, dream,
Never bother for 'your sin,
Never go too deep into' your problems.

Eat, Sleep, dream.
Enjoy the life that's possible.

Take a chance,
Work your body, work your soul...
Work-out and brain-chorus_
Heavy lifting and chores _
Trained body, mind and soul.

Eat, Sleep, dream...
Live.

It was all in my head,
Heaven or hell
Maybe only about a state of mind,
The way of a god or another to tell us what to do
How to behave...

This is how we evolved,
Science based on ideals,
Progress based on wars,
Endless fights for what we want,
For those we will always be there for...
Our beloved... Missions on Earth.
Blood spill for the outrage,
Carnages and horror...
It all happened,
Perhaps we don't want to accept
But there's more than one miracle that can Save the world.
This is how we evolved,
As part of one...
We're one until We're needed
Elsewhere.

If only this had more to do with my crimes,
My horrible crimes!
For those I'll cry.
It was my decision not yours,
To **** and die for what I believe it was right...
The right thing to do
For me and my people.

Kind abuses memories
Washing down the pain of your regrets,
Empowering all my abused Angels!

Crystal clean waters
Transformed into wines
Of holiness, holy perfection of God.

Fantasies you will always mock
In your greatness...
What did you suffer to allow yourselves this?

My kind abuses memories
Washing down the pain of your victim's regrets
Empowering all my abused Angels!

My mind...

It must be empty.

It must be sharp.

Hard like diamond

Flexible like water

And cut...

Like a sword I wield in my hands

There is nothing so trepidating
as the emptiness

The blank canvas
the ghost-white page
the empty stage

There is nothing so trepidating
as the silence

Just looking
eye to eye, heart to heart,
for connection

There is nothing so liberating
as the void

the vast white desert of the canvas
the glaring blank of a page
the unadorned blackbox theater

There is nothing so liberating
as the silence

Just the rhythm
of  beating hearts
breathing

There is
nothing

There is nothing
so trepidating

There is nothing
so liberating

it was on
this very day,
that one
among eight
shining stars
was allowed
to grace
upon the
earth.

a soul
whose passion
lies heavily
on music
and the arts.

they truly are
a beautiful,
loving, and
kind sun drop.

ups and
downs,
they've been
through
it all.

The sun comes out
and the moon’s still there.
Hanging there in its desolate despair.
Mornings were never my type.
I could never see my dark friend die.
It’s scarred eternal surface never heals.
The lover in the night sky says-
“Dear I’ll bring the moon for you.”
Not knowing they both had it in them too.
All the darkness yet all that light,
Fading away into the darkness
is what it exists to do.
The glass half empty
or the glass half full
Doesn’t matter cause the moon’s too far.
Too far for a normal’s reach.
Perhaps that’s why it’s there,
for artists to reach.
Yet,
Most of us have been to the moon.
Because living is beautiful art too.

Where are all the great patrons
Throw me a hook you fishers of men

That I might be caught and eaten
by the audience beyond the footlights

That my blood be spilled on pages
and canvas in prescribed portion

Afford me the flame of arrogance
to believe that my own hand
in the fire of creation touches wonder
and maybe God himself