We all have our own destiny,
written in the celestial mystery,
Mayan cycles in the eternal so trippy,
transition of ego death can be accepted,
our souls last forever protected,
fear is only a shadow from light of awareness,
experience deathless consciousness,
nothing but a transformative change,
a quantum jump strange,
fictional in the cosmic game,
rearrange dance celebrate and play,
welcome the unknown foresty beyonds,
all webs of being are woven better,
we are all one from the beginning until forever,
ceremonial tribal & shamanic let's gather together.

faery dust

i conquered Latmos at sunset.
wind flew swift and secretive.
gold-orange leaves had songs to give
my triumphant sillhouette.

my fingers held misty stardust.
the purple paintbrush flickered hues
of flaked and rosy multitudes
of soft and silent lust.

the evening star twinkled so bright.
my tip-toes rippled the moonlit lake
and watched the spell of daylight break
to mysterious twilight.

wait until faeries arrive.
and slide into an evening, still.
like latern on the windowsill,
the night sky came alive.

the willows wept heartache.
a night owl glided softly by.
under a billion suns i lie
for evermore awake.

Dark and mysterious she is.

Reckless and bold she acts.

Drinks and pills she consumes.

Steamy, hot *** we produce.

Now she's gone.

Do you not worry that you hurt everyone else*
Is there guilt in your heart dwells?
As if you can sleep on your bed,
Not minding the things you had said

It whispers on your ear,
But you cover and pretend you dont hear.
You just watch the things that happened,
Closing your eyes not to intend.

Those voices will haunt you down,
Like a ghost wandering in town
Scared because you are not brave enough,
To confess your sins so rough.

The party has begun
and the faces are covered
the mask hiding truth
and eyes showing reality

those unknown circle together
as the music continues
and strangers mingle
under false references

yet there is one without a mask
the truth open for all to see
nothing to hide
and eryone stares

this man who is different
he is not accepted
those who are hidden rebel
and the one who shows the truth is lost

May is quiet as the night
Prior to the first,
the Seventh-letter was alright
Haunted by the sight
The reaper, he wants to fight
But by luck of an angel
Alive be the fallen April

You're seen as somebody who is unexpectedly soft
fragile
delicate
vulnerable
In fact, your persona was described as tough
firm
strong
mysterious
I wasn't that certain yet when I saw that pure innocence upon your eyes
little did I know that you really were deception
yet I still saw your true reflection
Now I can never look at you the same way
I look at you now with so much care
I painstakingly want to be your very own bubble wrap

An encrypted note on a papyrus
An ancient mystery that refuses to be solved
But I saw through your wall
Now I could sense the tears wanting to come out like a water fall

*I finally deciphered your intriguing paradox

A man of short words and infinite meanings.
Mr. Mysterious.

You disappeared from my life
You came back more alive.

I don't understand
This game you want to hang
Tell me, what do you want.
Why you came back?
Is this fellow has resentment from the past?

You don't know me
Neither do I
We have one thing in common
Your eyes can't lie.