Piercing through the outer skull,
Deeply into the brain, into the maiden thoughts of an unborn child,
You arrive at a magic place
Far past the feelings of this animal protected by it's mother.
Uncarved like dawn,
With its blueprints for a life it must live as other tell him to.
Past the deep rippled hills in his mind, into the forrest of feelings,
Filled with thoughts of happiness, with plenty of room for despair.
Purple trees and two green moons, creatures unknown to man.
The child kicks his mother, and the brain starts to tremble.
Trees fall down and start burning, it's starting to rain.
The child opens his eyes and starts to cry.
The mother looks at the baby and smiles.

They say people love looking at the stars,
But the sky loves looking at you, too.
The sun, the clouds, even Mars,
They love to see what you do.

The sky likes us to lay in the moonlight,
For then it can stare at your eyes.
The time we went there in the dark night,
Seeing the fire in the skies, and the Emerald dyes,
in your eyes, so vivid and bright, the moon's light,
Silver-white, our hearts to ignite, we hold tight,
And we kiss, and we lay there,
And we go up in the night.

Do you feel the mystery of this swamp? I'll tell you why it's here. This is the story of a girl.

'I feel the mystery of this swamp. It is engulfing and enduring. The fog makes a dizzying haze in my mind. I can't think, I can merely feel. I feel I should walk. As I walk, I see a shine, overgrown. It is as if the vines protect the shrine, for it protects them. I feel the vast ray of sunlight come through. Yet, there's darkness. The trees don't want the light to come through. The sun sets, and stars appear. Not that I see them, I feel their presence, as I always do. I get sleepy; my power set with the sun. As I fall asleep, I feel nature overpowering me. It penetrates the armour of my mind. I feel the vines grasping me, yet I don't wake up. It feels just right, as if this is what I've always been waiting for; what I always wanted. I wake up, not knowing how long I slept. I feel older, not much. Then I see him: an Old Man, appearing. He is half plant, yet half human. His presence is overwhelming. Astonishing and beautiful, yet eerie.

Sweet Beauty
Sweet Kisses
Sweet Hugs
Sweet Love

Perfect Sun
Perfect Day
Perfect Moon
Perfect Night

Two Lovers, Dancing Under The Sun
Two Lovers, Dancing Under The Moon
Eternally

or wait, no
what is it?
is it greed?
is it power?
it's civilization
it takes over; it destroys
Love decays; Beauty delays
all the people do is gaze
into their everyday life

When I looked at you at first,
I did not notice.
But now I look at you again,
And I see the beautiful sky.
The stars in your hair,
The moon in your eyes.
The light in your face,
Looks like fire in the skies.
And, your overwhelming heart,
Is the sun in your body.
It's warm and beautiful, and full of life.
My astonishing Galaxy, would you be my wife?

When I ascend into heaven,
I only expect one thing.
I don't expect blue skies,
Nor rose-gardens, chocolate and wines.
I don't want freedom there,
I don't mind problems, or working there.
I don't need beauty there.
As long as it abounds with you, it swarms with you, there's endless you.

This is not a poem; this is my advice.
Don't let them rush you around,
Don't let them make you think,
Take your time,
Take your time to feel, to do what YOU want,
Instead of doing what THEY want.