muse me alive sunlight eyes.

i awoke to a pair of eyes with sunlight inside.

both with so much to teach each other.

and one does not assume

they know more than the other.

the wind

is not happy

we have parted.

it yells through

your windows,

why have these lovers

shortly departed?

the moon and the trees

are telling you not to leave me.

they want you to lay with me

inside this poetry.

and you're just the best find,

a piece of art for my mind.

my scattered request.

this life is too good
to be true,

"oh if they only knew,
if they only knew."
my old friend
dont you comprehend?
we do, we do.

this life is too good to be true.

thats good enough for me,
and it will always be.
your shattered in the sunlight,
like broken glass we scatter around.
we dance and break like ice,

we explode from fire into desire.
this puts my mind at ease,
turn the volume up please?
i ate a cheeseburger at a diner at 6 am
and then i laid my happy head to rest,
content, this put my mind as ease.
turn the music up please?

in memory our embrace is hard to misplace,

in my mind you sit with a smile on your face.
the snow falling around you like crystals,
we don't need to be under mistletoe.
kiss me long, kiss me sweet, kiss me deep.
kiss me, complete my puzzle piece.
i want to awake to you
underneath my tree.

drink it in.

moonlight desires conspire

in a wave of color.

your skin so white, pour your mind into this cup.

lets drink to inspiration,

lets drink to compassion,

lets drink to the love we believe in.

i dont feel the cold harsh wind,

no i dont feel the wind against my skin.

lets drink to best friends,

lets drink to tying up loose ends,

lets drink to starting new

inside our current muse.

moonlight wonders tumble down from ancestors.

i can feel your love from the stars above.

your life so right, pour your mind into this cup.

lets drink to uncontrollable dancing,

hearts are healing inside this natural feeling.

so i embrace the way time aligns.. so very fine.

i watch the thin lines of light burst into my life.

the scent of you on my skin,

the taste of your smile on my lips.

i watch the birds fly south,

right into the sun's mouth.

oh and wary is he who does not love.

wary is she who does not know of such.

my cautious curiosity

is what leads me.

bewildered and amused

at all the things you do.

beautiful and sublime.

may i bask in the sun by your side?

we are gorgeous creatures

placed in absract moments.

mellow chant.

i
invite
your
open soul

to lay with me
and watch the snow
melt off the trees.
we can talk of our
lives possibilities.
as the sun rises
to meet the sky,


through our own eyes, we can question all contradictions.
dreams while we sleep are just our minds fiction.
kind minds are so refreshing to find. with as little as two or three
happy mouths.. you can see what life is all about.

opposites may attract,

but compatibles connect.
will you riddle my rhymes?

watch me grow, without your pedals.

sometimes i lay inside my memories.

i wonder why i miss you so much.

pictures and letters become secret treasures.

to know..someone loved me like that..

someone really did love me like that..

just glad that i once experienced

true love's rare existence.

our love.

its still locked inside our time.

it shaped our rhymes
and changed

our minds.

and end is a beginning.
though i miss you sometimes,
you showed me love is possible to find.

watch me grow,
without your pedals.

strawberry hookah kiss.

high, and my mind is a perpetual daydream.
nothing and no one are ever as they seem.

i want a man

with soft eyes that change colors

and a voice that dances around me.

i want a man with a mind full of wonders.

who reads and writes with articulacy.

i want a man with sexual confidence,

he appreciates intelligence,

and questions constance.

he listens to the best music.

and he even writes lyrics.

i want a man who paints and elaborates.

he's expressive and strange,

he puts his love on display.

with a strawberry hookah kiss,

and a mind filled with utter bliss.

i wanted to travel,
so ill do so in letters to you.
with pictures painting my feelings.
you eyes in my mind are dancing,
with colors of autumn, im recieving.
your melody. it reaches me.
may my words lift up into your mouth,
and say so much more than i wrote out.


how do you catch a butterfly?
when you can not find its eyes?









and its not that i cant, i just dont wanna fall asleep
untill you lay next to me.

i want to paint a little girl trying to bring fourth a ballon.. the ballon will have a clock on it.. it itself a clock. i dont have the patience to paint this right now.
no pun intended.

garden grateful.

ill put a grateful record on,

our bodies are gunna touch.

ill turn you on,

real loud, ill turn it up.

let me feel you

become my muse.

im at home in your ocean,

im swayin with your emotion.

drifting back and fourth,

in a rhythmic pattern.

if i was a sound,

id follow you around.
if i was a dream

id find you in your sleep.

i danced inside your garden,

i kissed your flowers and trees.

i brought the sounds of nature

to its knees.

my naked body laying inside

your garden.

wrapped inside the

soft spring breeze.

like this constant cycle

that never seems to cease.