it's all about you
you loving you 
you hating you
you creating you 
you destroying you 
it was always you
no one else

“daddy, i want to be an artist when i grow up”

“no dear child, you can’t be an artist
you won’t make any money and will struggle”

“but daddy, i love to paint
why can’t i make any money?”

“because artists are poor
haven’t you heard the term starving artist?”

“ok daddy, if that’s what you think is best
maybe i will do what you do”

“that’s my girl”

“i love you daddy”

a tiny seed germinates
in the recesses of your mind
slowly infecting your innocence
wrapping its black tentacles
around your creative heart
bludgeoning the happiness
that once resided there
once perfection takes root
we are blind to freedom
we become a slave

a tiny seed germinates
in the recesses of your mind
slowly infecting your innocence
wrapping it’s black tentacles
around your creative heart
bludgeoning the happiness
that once resided there
once perfection takes root
we are blind to freedom
we become a slave

i don’t tell you often enough
and we both know
that i am ******* you
but i am proud of you
you are learning
taking risks
making mistakes
yet remaining curious
and always moving forward
to be a better version of yourself
you are heading where you belong
fear not

             — myself

I can't decide,don't know what to do,
I look around but I find no clue.
Is it some other quest of life too?
I can't decide,I can't even move...

I. Conquer time
Follow the falling leaves as they circle through time
Feel their greenery bring you back to life
And watch as a new spring comes back with an old face
dance amongst the snow that once watered the ground
And watch as it falls onto the earth only to fade away

II. Dream of flight
Watch the soaring hawks and the aeroplanes
And wish upon their wings for some new days
Watch the falling stars as they carry the burden of wishes
And the night showers that part two lovers on a vacant street
Stare down at the world and watch as life goes by
Spread your wings and get ready to fly

III. Chase the stars
Talk to the moon about the ones you once knew
Tell the night sky the stories you’ve never told
And fade into the quietness as a new dream envelopes you
Think of the stars and reach out into the sky
Remember your life and search for the cold nights you used to love
Start a few fires to make the stars in your pockets feel at home
And chase after the ones you haven’t got to know.

You make my Fingertips smile.
dancing across the softness of your body.
every dip and every curve.

you make my hair stand with the brush of your lips
the tender whispers of Lust.

Temptations of want,
screaming for the need.
legs shake.
breathing heavy.
heart racing.

Drips of wetness.  Moans of pleasure. gasps for air.

I fingertips dance
over each other’s lips down our collarbones

Lips graze each other’s *******.
Tongues surf hip bones.  
Mouth pecks the inside of thighs.

Hands roam to your arched back.
Your nails glide up mine.
Moans of pleasure release once more.

You make my fingertips dance
My fingertips smile.
Our fingertips search and roam waiting to be wrapped together like Twine.