I think put simply, enlightenment is to know that you have nothing and everything to offer this world. I haven’t figured out how you put into practice, although, I ought to be enlightened before I will.

I’ve got something to say and it’s melancholy grey.
Blue babes are crying over split milk
Buts it’s not, it’s a lot.
Feel the relief of no accountability-
Leave it to your kids like grandmas jewelry.
After all god made us and we made plastic, that’s means all of its perfect, even the death of masses.
Read the blood blood red news of unsightly transgressions.
All of the screams of sheep to slaughter are not ours to mind as the innocent daughter.
As books burn and we turn our back on warnings sent long ago, we’ll slowly creep into a life of torture.
Like abused puppies or veal before slaughter...
Lying down or shackled tight, we won’t see our demise well within sight.

My love is in full and infinite bloom
and like that love my heart feels open to be
as our love grooms it wears red and pink plumes
and so to feel this love is to feel free

His golden hair and heart leave breathless
the ocean blue eyes that look at me dare
to be his is to not know that of distress
and to be without that drug is despair

This can’t simply be lust but that of love
our heel unknown but this crush is sincere
My dear, I don’t care what happens thereof
I know my mind has never been so clear

Yes, perhaps its boundless and woeful
yet to be with you is ambrosial.

*Tialor Abelin