here i am

in the land if the morning star....freedom ....gaze of an angel....some starstruck melody...

dreaming of a thousand suns blazing through the sky....hyphenated thoughts passed from the brain to the hands with unnecessary static.....broken and testing the capacity always.....the strength to catch and perceive correctly....reflections to eternity... teach me the way to be....the way to be-come what i am

Gale

Calculate your thoughts, Find your finesse, Ease your spine,

Careful and in line, the caressing blades, swift n sure,

In the air, a big jumble, engine whining before the crumble,

Clear in the space, no trace, the mind takes a tumble,

As you fumble, your words that mumble,

I look at your face, find no trace, no fear (to face) ,

Crushing brace . . . in drops of life . . .tremendous pace,

My beating heart re-born. . . still won't forget the

love that was torn. . .O Crash, O Love, O Crash,

O Love , Just love me please . . . If you think

we let us down. . .I needed you. . . . .You love

. . . . .you can always lean on me . . . .

you won't find no face. . . .that will match my embrace

clear case. . . . love can't be base or smash this face. . .

some lonely place. . . . been there. . .done it. . .your Style. .

where's your freedom mate. . . leaving for home so late. . .so is

the scene in the dales. . . .of my still born core. . . clamp on the

race. . . thing is more than you can take. . . you will fade in the gale. .

whistling off the tail. . .if you can make it last. . . let's see how fast. . .

Maelstrom

Launch a tirade........................................................................................... Why am I dreaming . . . humdrum. . . boring Wasteful chaos and non-creation. . . .Wire-formed and twisted chunk of things in metal. . . . Ironically what is used is also wasted. . . . writing the hand goes numb and listless beyond its capacity. . . heading into fears in an unknown ocean might seem an unworthy tragedy but the crap that i'm writing is just the steam let off by. . . the engine. . . . how aberrations grow into a mighty crack in the hull of theories and thoughts. . . . one may come to never know the origin of all things though but he knows his way who walks it like one. . . .and now the reason why I'm tossed into these unlevel planes is because I've lost my bearing . . . In love I've lost the battle and I'm heading into a maelstrom perhaps. . . It is the end of days but i will never know who crapped up the plans. . . . who is here is also there in the rolling vessel. . .midst the caps and the swells. . . whoever thought i'd ever make it. . . .Me Hearties. . . .Let's Aid each other a drink. . . .

A man ahead of his time. . . .
walked in the desert rain . . . . . .
frought with risks. . . . .a voyager alone. . .
unawares of the inner pestilence. . . .he walked
An ambush of thoughts lay in his wake. . .
a river of loneliness eroding a valley in his heart . . .
the hum of acceptance. . .when he is ill at ease with his existence,
someone is watching his loneliness in this vastness. . .

Unfathomed

Freedom to uptake...
why can't i be without U..
we'll part someday someplace...
i could never have thought..
Day Night.... you in my sights...

Can't you tell by the look in my eyes...
some things can be understood...should be...
the very act of speaking destroys what we talk of..
What I say wouldn't mean much... if I said it...

Destroy the legacy the glory that rends... the eyes wet and the heart weakens...
What is there to construct, in vermilion strokes of passion across the sun....
Why my heart is dry is another reason, i'm not sure
what's been destined to be...is a legacy unforseen.

Love that can last any storm....you got a blast of energy that comes from a depth nothing can possibly fathom....you're a beauty that can rip open a closed heart....wrench apart free will...
fronds, skirts swaying in passion in some far off ...why is he so scared....they call me ...i'm a fanatic.......fusion in display of emotion and containing the unrestrained passion....ones who love never fear....they call me a vagabond. . . .mantra. . . . love that can give you life is worthy of life. . . sink your own boats. . .nothing can bear to happen on its own strength. . . . . to live | STRIVE |

Life has run cold...in these veins
that find u gone though...in vast desperation...
i leaped to grasp...those hands...now i
sit motionless here....wonder where i woke up..
take me up there...or put me to sleep...
i'll wait a thousand century... to pass...