Roses are red
Violets are blue
Jumping on the bandwagon
Why don't you come too?

I want to know you.
to your core.
the gentle chest.
I want to insert myself there and
breathe your breaths

through storm & volcano loads spitting
hot lava up from Gaia's gut & soaking city
in its prophesy; Medusa never told me about her heart  
wounded but not vanquished
by Prometheus' spear; now zombie-eyed
staring back at me as I patch the bleeding ****;
its only a blemish & she heals
as foretold by the divine oracle,
pinning my seashells to her chest
in her throne of precious stone
& clay molds itself into her silent handmaidens
as I as representative of her mystery school's priests
bow behind her toilet as she leans over
& utters prayers from her wise ***

In an infinite universe, you are an infinite mystery

You are a hypercube, a pan dimensional entity with the possibility of never ending invisible sides

You are a tiger chasing its tail

You are a strand in the translucent fabric of reality

You are my friend, my enemy, my lover, my family

You are a stranger

You are a symbol, a code to convey a message

You are God

You are nothing

You were born to die but will never cease to exist

You are a microbiome, a world, a home

You are the sum of your parts

You are not meant to be understood

You are a unique copy

You are a paradox

You are a tool created by the cosmos for which to understand itself

You are we

I fear water and words.
They can be so deep sometimes.
Is it a verse,a story or a sonnet.
Or a mere pool, lake or the biggest ocean on this planet.
For the real fear doesn't creep in when I dive.
It does when I go too deep in search of life.
Deep words imprint on my mind, they scar.
Deep water drowns me in it,
Couldn't be found without a radar.
I think I'm not just yet ready to dive.
For,
deep water and words might scar me for life.

someday i'll come first to someone
I might just have to be that someone

aren’t you tired of looking for love?
aren’t you tired of waiting for it?
the love like a movie like a song like a story like a dream like a poem?
aren't you tired?
isn’t your hope weary?
and, don’t you see?
love has always been here,
the love you crave,
the love like a movie like a song like a story like a dream like a poem
love like a river like a waterfall like an ocean
love like this morning like this breath like this moment?