Black unicorns, sheathed were there jaded jewels
Upon a head greated with onyx main, for too be  
Free that which hungered, yearned for rose blood.

Cloaked upon darkness, but a closer look, bled the
Blackest crimson and a tiny tear of scarlet red, never
Eating only ever drinking life's essences now bled.

Starved until white, where a main was purer than
Snow on winters hills, and a jewel now cleansed,
Now transparent, jagged horn aborning purist silk.

But know that if a drop was too great upon main
Or cut upon jagged jewel, then man woman or child
Will fall beneath its blade seeping, letting it drink full.

Cursed with beauty and a harvesting of crimson it
Will carry you on a journey. depending if a main is
Pure of life, or red feeding on wines bleeding death.

When I was small
I walked on fairy dust and
my dreams were as tall
as skyscrapers towering
above the universe
inside of me, was the galaxy.
I was born of the cosmos,
full of light and love
passionate in my quest to
give this to others.
But as I grew my star began to fade,
stars need love and light to survive
and deprived of both my blazing fire
transformed into weak candlelight.
At school I had learnt it was easier
to hide your light
than to stand out as different
and be extinguished in an instant.
So I kept myself to myself
at the back of the class,
knowing the answers but not
shouting them out.
I daydreamed, and doodled
stars on the corners
of my books, all the while
I could hear the universe
calling out to me to trust,
that we are all born of this
cosmic stardust.

I** am without the one

Minus parts true
I cant believe this longing  
So lonely without you
Sweet smiles now missed

You compete me everyday  
Only Tears fall now  
Us equals only one.

Must we see with our eyes? No our heart is not blind nor is our soul. Look with those, and you will see true blessing in all, a flower may grow next to a ****, but both have the same value, we just use our eyes, we compare. We judge and distrust and discriminate. So no more use of the eyes express with the soul love with heart. You the world the songs the grass, the old cranky neighbours, everything including you will drift, and all will turn colourful