A lot of people in life will say
You owe them everything
You have because they helped
You get to where
You are.
Those are the kind of people
that have never been put in check.

So always make it clear,
Never get it twisted:
Help should always be charitable.
Help comes from the heart
of a humanitarian
and not that of a businessman.
Help is Help,
not a bartering tool.

Swift breezes rush through me,
over my hands softly,
under the hairs on my skin
as if romantically embracing a part of me.

Notes and phrases playing loudly
seem to beckon someone within.
Come out. Remember. Be free again.
A glance connects and quickly dodges..

The road, so black with rubber,
so hard with fortitude
seems to soften like waves as we glide along, flying.

I feel winded,
straining to say simple answers,
knowing there is a danger
with this electric current, wading.

Unasked questions, unacknowledged thought,
sparks of insecurity and reckless ambitions.
An innocent touch means more, a song means more here..

Flying,
driving,
on this road,
just you and I.

It creeps about seeking
A mouse to devour
Sniffing and pawing
It licks at the air
Half its ear has been torn
In a scrap of claws bared
A brief skirmish
With some
Other feral
Feline
Who might have been set to pounce
On a clean ****
But instead was left hungry
With nothing to fill
Its thin belly
And so
It continues to search
Gleaming eyes in the night
Are as bright
As a star
And I wonder
What goes
Through its mind
From afar
Try to beckon it over
To my open door
So my chronic rat problem
Might soon be no more
But it clings to the shadows
And scans about hawkishly
Prowling and preying
And eyeing me cautiously

So often
human intelligence has failed to understand
the reality that awaits in Heaven
of pure, unhindered connection
deepest connection
far deeper than the intractable sea trenches of our own world
And yet, quite reachable it will be
Deep and Seen
every swimming prize recognized
each long lost golden treasure
at long last recovered
The manmade glories set beside the natural

Study me
Etch your recordings
And findings
Display me in cages
And book cases bindings
My kind did to yours
Far more worse
Inhumanities
When we spoke alien
Language
Profanities
All that was heard
All we saw
Was the enemy
Somehow at odds
With what we
All pretend to be
Not just a *******
Reflection
Of people
Behaving like animals
Eating their equals
And keeping the rest
In repressive states
Vexed
By the next culture war
To determine whose best

Occasionally a calmness comes over  me...
Slows the world to a momentary hesitance ...
It’s at those moments I look at you -
and see just how beautiful you are,
The gentleness of your heart,
The care in your eyes,
The sensualness of your tender lips,
I catch you unaware in that moment of stillness,
I love you in a way I can't explain,
Its completeness,...........
And then the silence is broken,
The moment is gone and I turn -
Making sure you don’t catch my gaze,
You don’t know that you're my moment of clarity,
That your the only thing I see when the world hesitates.  
I think it’s you that makes time miss a step.

Every arrow was not in a target.
Dreams were far away from our body.
Which sort of desires are unknowable.
Hidden in the deepths of the swamp.

the questions you ask will not come true
never