Oh, how the wind blows softly upon my heated brow.
And the scent is not only sweet, but familiar. And fresh.
It's going to be an exciting ride, that much I can promise you.


But don't go looking for a romance novel,
what we're going to have deserves a symphony proposed by trees and windchimes made of rocks we found on the Moon. We're going dancing tonight.


I'll kick and scream but you know that only means I want to go more than you know,
so take me anyways, put my red heels on.
You see handsome, dancing is all about attitude, which you know I have plenty of. So there's no excuse not to go out.
You see, there's the chemicals flying and the temperature's rising,
The stars are erupting love glue because tonight I'll be with you.
And the chimes will never chime so deliciously as they will when the clicks and taps of our shoes do all the talking.


Click, click, clack. Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Translated it means I love you.

Love and be loved.
Love this and that.
Love me.
I love you.


Love rain and soppy kisses.
Love tonight.
Love tomorrow and what it brings.
Love NOW.
Love here. Love there.
Love everywhere.
Show love.
Give love.
Always.
Love solves.
Love heals.
Love learns and expects.
Love is just.
Love is effortless.
Love tastes.
Like everything.
Sweet breath.
I love it.
I love you.


Love isn't perfect.
Love smells great.
It's scary.
But that's what we love.
Love knows.
Love grows.
Love soars and roars.
We are lions.
I love it.
I love you.


Love and be loved.
It hurts but we like it.
Scratch, itch.
Love's the cure.
Love is ****.
Love is screams and moans.
Love is toasts to ghosts.
Love is touch.
Touch me touch you.
I love it.
I love you.

We’ll be building card castles inside of our ship,
sailing on a sapphire sea full of translucent hearts.
All beating on the same weary tempo,
the tempo of deluded delights and fist fights and
Harmonic Impulses.
To sleeping on our rooftops and singing aloud,
To painting our expressions and flying with lost leaves,
To creating ripples and the Butterfly Effect,
To finding truth in today and escaping hyperbolic doubt,
We’ll toast in sunsets to our Harmonic Impulses.
Forever sailing our iridescent sailboat, we’ll skip the stars and get right to the point:
An avalanche of swirling, misty galaxies promises that tomorrow will forever be the best and dandelion rings are now true symbolism, my sweet.

Sipping moonlight on top of rain clouds
and pretending that it’s Saturday everyday.
Dancing strangers in the isles
Strangers dancing, drunk on love beams shot in the dark.
I’m disappointed in liquid star fall,
the little dancing shoes have no soul,
but ****, they have heart.
Crash and burn, strangers dancing, dancing strangers,
I hear a name and occupation.
Serious killers know no mercy
killing time and feel their temper running out, now.
Confused, they’re spun around and around now
Abused, they’re shot down and down now
Amused, they’ve shattered their masks, now.
We’re all prancing unknowns
strangers dancing, dancing strangers.

Come find me,
paranoid and alone,
come fine me.
Come seek me,
angular staircases now only lead to poor, bland walls bleeding cheap paint and verbal malevolence.
Please, come find me.
Defining problems that have no answers split’s the streets and delivers previously spent thrills.
We’ll gather twigs and sticks and build ourselves a monument celebrating what it means to be Alive.
We’ll place it on the pier next to the highway home
and be reminded every time
they beat you and leave you and strike you and bite you
To embrace the hate and use it for inspiring the youth.
And, when you come find me,
I promise not to play games.
I’ll be out on the pier next to our pile of pride, patient, and
brilliantly shining like a beacon
attracting only your curious human nature.

Go forth and sit on your throne you filthy *****, ***** of filth. You suffer from bewilderment, child-like beauty. Soft pastel sun rays fill ever vein and
  you
     feel
         happy.
Frolic through your valleys, stare into your distant stars,
feeling ever. so. happy. Unwrap your bandaged heart as you now roam far from home.
Seeking, ever seeking penniless thrills
and where the water spills,
sapphires and rubies galore.
Take a dip in the lake, the runaway lake,
where you have sought salvation.
Take a dip, and,
take a dip, and
take a dip, once more.

To us, the world can be painfully beautiful,
staring through the stolen glass eyes of an Aquarian child,
a vision, a sensitive vintage acid spell.
Overt transcendence beyond abstract universal turns into Bohme consciousness: Unorthodox awareness.
Cracking jokes about death, laughing off serious black-and-white situations,
find them an electric bridge between the Rainbow corner of the sky and home,
a thick, liquid existence illuminating yesteryear’s universal revolt.