We are all royalty, derived from one.
Man can no longer see the world without seeing unknown men in their Kingdom.
We all can be beauty, but some choose to be the beast. I may Love the color blue, and choose to live within the words I write. But You, you can Love the color red, and choose to dream in the song you sing.
We may never see eye to eye, but we can shake hands and Love each other as if we were related. Because WE ARE related. We live on the same earth, we drink the same water, and everything you need to live, I also need.
The game six degrees of separation can easily show that all of us are interlocked in the same world. The only thing holding us back, are the decisions we choose to make to our fellow brethren.
Next time you decide to cast away someone within the Kingdom remember, they are your brother and they are your sister.

Moonlight Desire, i long to touch your face.
Moonlight Desire, you throw me into place.
When i see your night light of delight i dream of magical places,
places iv'e never been or seen before.
Moonlight, you shine so bright comforting my night, i long to caress you and soak in my Desire.
Moon, i Desire you.
I want to feel you
I want to see you
I want to be you,
my Moon light desire,
i' am your 69 moon child, the pact we have together brings the connection forth to higher dimensions of the galaxies.
Moonlight Desire, you make me whole
Moonlight Desire.
I Love You.

She is there , whenever i fear,
she is always there to take my care,
always lived too far, but it seemed too close,
its her kindness, choosing to live in my heart,
keeping us bound from distances apart.
For a moment there, it seemed like ,
we had some disliking,
who am i kidding,
it was always the plan for some heartfelt bonding.
To her is the tribute today,
as for she chose my life,
to fill with beautiful sun rays!

She is making tea for her poet-husband.
Wondering what her husband is writing.
Once he wrote "Charm floats on her cheeks,
like a paper boat on the water.
Dipping and dancing."
Or maybe he is writing something ***** on her.
Like once he wrote -
"Between her thighs is the temple
where I belong."

She is making tea for her poet-husband
thinking he wants to impress her again.
She can hear his pen tapping his teeth.
But she can not see whisky on his table and
she can not see he is watching her sister
as he writes.

When I'm older and its time
I want you to wake me
Show me your voice I can no longer hear
Your memory will no longer be alive

Though I don't know why
Show me the reason you left
That was more important than me
Show you all that you missed
Thank you for those happy times alive

fireworks at blank shores
revenge of the innocent

the victims are to blame for
who are the culprits?
i don't know if you know
my brothers and my sisters

burning sandstorms
playful twisters

stroke me gently baby
no one is to blame for
milk my brain and try to feel
milk my eyes and try to be

reckoner
in memoriam, friend