As ambiguous as the title may seem, it dives into the vastness of human nature, it explores a sensitivity that most neglect, and it leaves you breathless with each and every single word.

  At first glance, this book caught my eye due to it's boring cover and unfascinating title. But then I read it's synopsis and I was simply blown away by the stream of consciousness - how she took me from one place to another, how she gave me air and then drowned me underwater, how she sat on the edge of the moon with me and how the moon cut us with each swing between dreams and reality, how she showed me women of the Victorian era wearing ****** little skirts and how the whole street smelled like a smithy - like raw metals and earth, how she took me to the Hastings's backyard and made me an accessory to Alison Dilaurentis's ****** - I was buried alive!... and how she brought me back to the modern bookstore with dusty bookshelves and people walking past me like I did't even exist, like I didn't even belong here, and this wasn't even me...

  Ah! How she made me want more...!

We are happiness we are pain
We are the sunshine and the rain
We are here to remove the stain
Of the elite
Complete
The ideal defeat
Without violence without harm
Let's do it with love let's do it with charm
We have to get the people to listen
We have to show them what is bliss and
How to achieve it
How to receive it
How to believe it
And pass it on
In poems, in speech, in art, in song
We are given these gifts
To cause a rift
In reality
So people can see
That they're living a lie
That they're willing to die
There's a more beautiful way
There's something powerful to say
We have to show them how to make it stay
So we don't have to learn this lesson again
That we are God, the universe and it's beneath our skin
We hold the answers and the truth;

We have to be brave we have to be loud
But be as gentle and adaptable as a cloud
We can't fly away
Until we teach people the way
We're here to ascend
Whether it's by ourselves or with a friend
It's written in the stars and only some can read it
We bring it to earth and then we seed it
Plant it in the ground and make it grow
Have it show
Everyone what they need to know

There's an apocalypse coming
And we get to choose which kind
Just listen to the meanings and open your mind
One means revealing
One means demise
Are we gonna keep stealing
Or are we going to open our eyes
We're killing the earth inside and out
Instead of trusting our hearts, we are living in doubt
We can love each other and change the path of the planet
We need to grow our own food, raw and organic
We can't just manufacture everything, process, and can it
Stop the GMOs, pesticides, and factory farming
What it's doing to the planet is absolutely alarming
They create lakes of blood and an earth of toxins
If you read the clock then
You'll see that it's time to change, this isn't how it's supposed to be
We should be living together in a sustainable community
One that helps, nurtures, and loves
One that plants trees and gardens and shrubs
It's time to bring about our utopia of the future
We need to get rid of the lies, the hate, and the torture
Wars, jealousy, and competition have to end
It's time for us to forgive, it's time to transcend
To our new world, our kingdom of heaven
Just read your clock its 11:11

Today I saw the edges of my self
fraying in the wind.
I saw leaves
split their veins against autumn fire.
I saw the departed
gather at convenience stores
and speak their regrets into the pavement.
I tried to join in
but couldn’t voice a thing.

Sometimes we bleed
disarticulate through our flesh
**** without purpose.

I am sempiternal today
but not tomorrow.

All of it started with the  smile of a flower,
which was an  answer to my wink to her,
then a wind brought her scented thought, to me
to mull over, smile again was the answer, I gave.

Thus began a chain, animals, birds and words,
soon became the links creating lilting tunes,
stars at night chimed in, their magical words
crafted by many hues of pulsating light, delighting us.

Even pain had a heart rending rhyme, a dying star
in the candor of that moment told us truths concealed,
a telescope distant would take her moment of  glory
for records,she fell, showering in to cosmic chasm, magnificently.
I whispered this to her ear, she was willing to join the chorus,

"Aren't we like the elements of nature, braided together,
just reach the core, through many ways possible,
make yourself  this clear for ever; we together make one,
it'd naturally dawn,  if you've nothing to jettison,
those unwanted baggage  stuffed, does nothing for one,
when one gathers this truth  much delight dawns,
love travels at the speed of light, you are just a beam."

It's those little hands of hers, hands that have been cut and scarred from picking up the fragments of her broken past. You could only wonder how hands so small could hold my whole world.

It's the subtle silence between us, the silence after she breaks down in front of you, and you're not sure whether to say something or nothing at all. You'll end up hugging her instead, letting the silence speak for itself. The warmth of your embrace would remind her what home felt like.

It's the countless fights we have, when shouting would turn to screaming until no more words could be said, the silence wrapping around our necks and lifting us off the ground. It's in our heated arguments where we see, even for a moment, how much we actually care for each other.

It's the butterflies she gives me, a different feeling from seeing your favorite singer up close, or when you reach the peak of a mountain and see the spectacular view from up above. It's the butterflies that keep me from saying anything, staring awkwardly at her until she laughs. It's the butterflies that keep me on my toes every time I see her; it's like meeting her for the first time.

There was a caterpillar that had no friends
She feared she would be alone in the end
She had all, but given in

She stayed in a trees
And hid behind the leaves
Until she ate them, or there was a breeze

She had become so very fat
All the other insects made fun and spat
Out cruel words, she no longer wanted life and that was that

But before she could eat the poison leaf, along flew a hunny bee
"Hunny child you just dont see
That one day your gonna fly like me"

She looked at him in bewilderment
Surly his brain was a little bent
Wings for her would have to be heaven sent

But she decided to hold on a little longer
Just to prove he couldn't be wronger
That bee's words she would often ponder

The other insects still showed their hate
The more they said the more she ate
She knew they was right she'd never find a mate

So she made a cocoon, to hide herself within
So she no longer heard the words that could condemn
What awaited her would be hard to comprehend

The bee seen the cocoon, and sat and waited patiently
He wanted to be the very first to see
At what a beautiful creature she had came to be

When she emerged the sun hurt her eyes
Many a day had gone by
The sun seemed way to bright in the sky

But then she got a look at her wings, they where gray
"Why didn't God paint them, why are they this way"
At the bee in disgust she shouted, "You should of let me die that day"

"But my lovely one, you are now a creature of the night
And will fly by the enchanting moonlight
And see many many wonderful sights"

"Besides my hunny chid they're wings
You can now fly to the heavens and sing
Your point of view will now change on many things"

"God painted your wings gray
So in the bright of day
Against the tree bark you can lay
And safely sleep the day away"

"God only picks the strongest
To prowl in the moon lit darkness
He only picks the bravest
That at night can help with the loneliness"

The Moth bent her head in repentance
She couldn't even finish her sentence
For she realised in that instance
The bee was talking about her transcendence

A corpse buried six feet deep under the earth,speaks
peacefully to the night that extends to galaxies
that cyclically take birth and embrace death.
A night owl sits like a rock cut figure, it's ears
opened to the heart beats of sleeping silence,
finds out the secret that lie beyond life and death,
immaterial to the beings that mastered the art
of hitching a ride on the wings of  transcendence.

Though what you are looking for is not lost.
So you indulge
the many cosmos with the one
thing life really needs.

The presence of a cheerful excavation
An uncovering process
Top
To Bottom--

My glance is always softened
By the way this one folds
her cardigan
     Alongside her sarong.
No, not so wrong,
     so right. It reminded me,

The glowing pile of her identity
Trampled upon by the passion
That heated, viscous piece of time

Where

magnets Seemed most permeable.

Oh, the sound of my ego
hitting the floor,
As if pianos could play backwards

Combined with the vessel,
Into which we pour
lost moments

The sequences of ourselves most vulnerable…

Those moments of awakened dream that we spend paralyzed
Ghosts gripping, eyes bright as they are
midnight fright,

But still she is there
Angelic form framed freshly
In the moon's most grandmotherly light

Such elegant nourishment…as if to say "pinky's up now then; good show"

The space around the form is surrounded
By the ever ordered, static grid.
But also chaotic, dynamic electric fur licking the opaque edges of dark off the wall.

I can move again,
I'm on the mend.

Together we’ll face the quakes, the winds, and the inky fires
And no river will hold us helpless by it's serpentine fluid dynamics
Like the grounds they hold captured, eternally etched through gushing grace.

Why be held captured to the ground my stars, when through love we can fly?