there are things I want you to remember. you are a celestial spirit born among the stars. we may be souls having a human experience, but nothing is permanent. you will be reborn among the cosmos off into infinity. there is no birthstone or deathstone, so don't hold to yours like it is a monument, keeping you grounded to this place.

we collect memories and store them like faded photographs in golden lockets worn around our necks, hoping to stand the test of time. nothing is forever – we cannot even fathom it. keep your loved ones close, because the universe knows kindred spirits and places them within distance of contact through acts of synchronicity.

there are things we cannot document: things that surpass language, space, and time. feelings and emotions that we bottle as glory; showing the world our flasks as we either drink in excess, or keep the cork firmly in place.

as human language has limitations, the labeling on our bottles are wrong; and we are off key about the unnamed emotions and feelings we are ingesting in excess, or storing away as a collection to gaze upon throughout our lives, before we fade back to (star)dust.

The square root of all people.


There is a cool breeze blowing over me.
Windows open, music playing, I am sitting with pretty.
Summer is the fading sun, so soon to disappear.
Winter calls as rain drops fall on those who are far and near.


We nearly made it back in time,
Before the dams all broke.
The ashes of a life in ruins were washed away, so clean, bespoke.


The cement is still yet to dry,
Hand prints will never fade.
Scribble your John Hancock so you remain,
A piece of along the way.


Some people want to go down in history,
As a person who never did a thing;
But nobody is free of sin and needful things.
So drop the stone, you are not alone
And I will build a dam, to protect our home.


The river will wash over us and then we will rebuild.
Run deep and stand still.
Find the peace sign you left behind;
Photographic memory.
I can picture next year’s dance,
All of this will be a party.
The dog days are over,
Look over my shoulder,
See through me to see my history.


I stand here in front of you a forgotten soul,
But I have seen my plans.
Three steps forward, then three more.
Knock on Heaven’s doors until they hear;
View paintings on every wall.
On past forefathers, past the rulers,
Past the history.
I live in a birthday present,
Give my future to me.


I am perpetual energy.
A little light lives inside of me and I’m gonna let it shine.
It may be dim; I may be dim,
But I’m with stupid <
And he is me
And together we make a pretty average team.


No expense spent on golden rings;
No bracelets, necklace or bling to wear.
We do not have to cut our hair.
We do not have to smile politely.
We have to inhale oxygen.
We have to eat.
We have to sleep on a nightly,
Basis; faces change with age,
But what remains is still the same.


The boy I was is this same man.
I just grew up, I am not Peter Pan
And who would ever want to be anyway?
I live in the real world come what may.
Earth day.


Show me how to make you happy.
You do things in your own way.
I have too many problems of my own,
To care about how much you spent on your phone.


Life is a domino effect,
A box of chocolates,
A list of regrets;
So send me back to Earth on March 21st 1970.
Peace, love and empathy,
You are too kind.
So know, I mean, I have to go, goodbye…

Here is all the love in the world…
Divide this 3.14159 pie.


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