A sudden screeching stop
As  the voice spoke into my ear
I stepped through the vines of those now bitter signs
That had guided me to this place that I am right here

Where the bitter light of reality casts no shadow
And the shadows that were .have now  been faded
In this land stark with blinding light
It cannot be denied the truth it has created

No road so long that creates an endless journey
Outside that is...the majestic vision of the mindscape
Where eternity's exist in a  thousand heartbeats
Where dreams can grow from a single breath
As I hesitate to allow them to take full shape

Step aside for a few blazing seconds
To consider the upcoming storm of deep emotions
Building up on those distant horizons
That must be weathered along the path of such devotion

That had inspired such feckless abandon and disregard
Anything but that which was self desired
Ignoring any pain I may encounter or how much I may be scarred

Though that choice be mine of that no doubt
Yet  not mine alone if upon wherever this journey's destination be
For where you share the trail you shall also share the load
I cannot allow myself to forget
Some bonds bind in the mind....
.... and those I cannot see

And unfortunately
May never be able to see

So if I step through the vines at the edge of my view
Back to the land of finite - lead weighted moments
It seems I shall walk along with my shadow... where I fear
I always knew the endless infinity up ahead leads me
Toward that which I always knew
As the valley of my own destiny
That place I now know I will be led
Should I find that my destiny...
... turns out not to be you

Every poet has a reason
Poetry he crafts
Healing in the hearts prison.

Every poet has a reason
Carefully he colours
His souls grey canvas.

Every poet has a reason
In his minds Infiniti
He sees every season.

Every poet has a reason
His hopes are his ink
Shattered on a paper

Every poet has a reason
Burdens he pens
That can't be told*

Every poet has reason
For Beauty of poetry
Is what he admires

potentia nostrae amori
vertat sidera et
moveat terram.

velut tuus subrisus clarior lucet
tibi infiniti sensus habeo.

and now you're upset
because i'm sitting in the
passenger seat of an infiniti
with frank ocean playing,
another hand holding the
one that you used to.

still, i want to be holding yours again.

When I stare at your saffron
Mango skin, your shimmering
Beauty emanating, your lips glowing
Like a frozen sour watermelon
Like a priceless pink diamond
Like a massive, spectacular waterfall
I slip away into a half-conscious state
Dreaming of being engulfed in your sultriness
Feeling the smoothness of your buzzworthy
Beard, your eyes cool black, highly
Enticing, your eyebrows dazzlingly
Defined, your curly hair imperial black
Like flourishing oil paint, like a clean
Luxurious Infiniti, your tats splashy
And seductive, your universe unmatched