beware of those monsters
that lurk in the bottom of your head
if you give them more attention
it won’t be long until you’re dead

Somewhere beyond the hast of commerce,
where noises sing rather than shout.
I know of a place under a canopy of emerald leaves, haloed in the sun.
Creatures come to crawl and fly, soaking the bounty growing natural.

Moments of stillness blow soft, carrying stresses away.
It's a place owned by the trees, they bend to greet travelers weary of their cage.

A place I long to stroll,
where summer kisses all that lives
and wildness sprouts within

When the light bathes
       Naked is it's verues.


So shall purity
       Be dressed in light.


For when all
   Sings to the rising


Shall all be birthed
    Anew in mornings light.

Weaving words into crazy poems
I'm crafting a world of my own.
A world of wonders and mysteries.

A world where your hatered
Doesn't weaken me,
And nor does your love
Strengthen me.

A world where
I am who I am.

A world where promises count
And not just proofs.

Where it rains in winter
And freezes in summer.
A world where the fuel is imagination
And everything runs on it.

A world where eyes are truer
And dreams are real.
A world where hunger is the craving for joy
And thirst is all metaphoric.

A world away from this one.
A world of purity and poetry.



❤

poets,
come to me,
let's reach the purity of divine,
your spirit to bloom for eternal joy and wisdom,
come catch my hand,
let's fly beyond the earthly veils of time.