a duet spoken by flutes
fluid water months
time not counted on

a serenade sung for the fallen
and the risen

a rose tendered kept in my
bedroom matress

a memory that is now
see, history wasn't written
it is written




when nudity enters the clasp
between morning dawn
and evening dusk

i must find melody in this peace of fire
desires laps over my airing mind
and my heart, it re-starts

every time my life
meets others eyes





you mean so much
know so much

of your world
and of mine
it is frightening
and a relief, greater than all

i wont fall, since im already fallen
the wall that surrounds me will always write itself
like grafitti of graphic novels and epic stories

if you are about to enter, you know the lock
if your mind is set on the bushes by my doorknob
i wont stop, changing routes

you mean so much
i dont, but do it well




a well, so deep
carries wishes of forthfull
fortune

a tune

a melody

a beat

heated up by naivity
the entire universe will recognsile with its density
not with humanity

a tune spelled out by its tunes
birds whisper truth

its a matter of listening
to it too