Her skin glowed like ponds at dawn,
and her freckles, the mist over the water.
Her heart was bigger than the oceans of the globe,
and her eyes, as deep as the corals underwater.
Her smile ushered the magnificent waves,
and her mind, as still as the largest of lakes.
Her warmth was as much as the salt in the Red sea,
and her laughs, like the music that the ocean makes.
Her closed lips were pink like the horizons during sunsets,
and all of her beautiful aqua engulfed me.

In a stream of wrought
Invisibly
I reflect ripple and wave
thirsty for sun rays
my moments dribble by
these keys tapping beneath thumbs
my boss appreciates the drum
rocks against my body
easily downs the dream
my tone a calm serene
a frosty sheen but between
the cracks emotion currents
ebb and flow rushing to where?
longing logging lobbing for air
her head bobbing to the trickling sound
fishing through a stream of movement
distant in her delusion
work is getting done;
and I am like water
in a stream of thought

Be like water my son.

Yes, there is more to all of this, and I am debating on telling such tales of absolute insane abandon as to though ones self to the wind hoping to do so much, and what so many wish you know know, and wish me never realize, though too late, i mean, how the hell you think we got to this point, that I am before you in such a manor, non special, non spectacular, other than the monumental insanity I can achieve. but there is lay the point ( note i said Lay , like , laid, lays, not LIE, stop using the twist of sound to keep you in this prison, cause though many are here to assist me for my um, long stay. you don't need to stay longer than you must. okay... so stop saying lie when you mean lay laid, i do not lie in a bed of roses of throned harm, i lay in a bed of roses who pierce my flesh and remind me of the love i painfully endure without till I can embrace her again in the bed that we shall lay and be forever one and whole again. etc.. fyi. ;-)   but yes, there is far more and um, it is well. why I own everything, and soon there should be a celebration, wait too much? oh crap, see, insane right? wait, they did agree,, um, yeah i am sure they said,.. umm, ****, um am I wrong? or am i insane? interesting question, interesting events are happening if you have been watching. Hi, my name is.... love you all. be kind, rewind and remember to let you love flow light the bulb that you grow, and shine on so the busy bees will come and love our necter. um too much again? crap, i just keep doing that... hum, maybe.. in a ..