What fools we are to spend our lives
not painting or *******
What feels better in our hands
than a brush or a lover
To feel the paint spread along the canvass
And tounges pressed against our flesh
To explore and mix colors before our eyes
And tangle and twist our limbs
To merge heaven and hell with water and paper
And lust and sin with lips and skin
Push the sky with oil and knife
Open legs with mouth and breath
Make flowers bloom in eternal night
Draw moans from throat and *****
Let the paint and nectar flow
Melt flesh and expose our souls
Passion paints desire
Desire burns our bones
Lets not waste our time
And hold brush and lust and love
And paint our every hour
and grind hips to lips to sin and moan
Lets not waste what little time
We have to make life beautiful

Her heart was made of the dream of humming birds
Her belly held the promise of laughter
Her eyes were the stars above heavens cloud
Her skin was the soft white of porcelain
Her hair was made of threads of translucent silk and black fire
Her lips held the secret kiss of beauty
Her breath was the warmth of life
She walked the earth and glided through the fabric of dreams
To see her smile
Was only the first step
Over the edge
As one found themselves
Falling through an infinite night
Through the endless depths
Of an ocean of love

She wore a short black dress and had an arrow through her chest
She preferred to carry a hand gun over a hand bag
And the barrel was usually hot and leaking smoke
She carved coins out of the back of deaths skull to wear over her eyes
She wasn't blind
She just didn't need to see and moved better in the dark
Rumor has it shes the only person Cupids poison couldn't control
And she had feud with the little feathered fellow
She had broken more than her fair share of hearts
And she knew he was to blame
She traveled the world to hunt him down
She eventually found him in a bar north of a dream
And downwind of a Singapore sling
She slammed down three shots of whiskey
And ate the worm at the bottom of a broken bottle of tequlia
She paid her tab with a gold piece she had taken off the body of a dead god
Then Cupid and her stepped outside
A few moments later the thunder of a single gunshot rang out
And then a cold silence and a chill wind swept over the town
No one saw what happened that night
But the horizon tells a story of a women in a short black dress
Riding a horse slowly towards the sinking sun
With an arrow in her chest and a smoking gun at her side

When time and wind and earth
Has stripped away our skin and flesh
And turned our bones to dust and ash
What then will we remember of what we were in life that was beautiful
What do dead eyes dream of when they become ethereal ghosts
Of echo and mist
And the heart has long since flown away to another life
To love and break and scar and love
And watch another cage made of bone
Age and rust and fade away
To time and wind and earth
And slowly forget what in life was beautiful
What then can dead eyes do
but dream
And count the colors of
Time and wind and earth
And see the echo of the mist
Of what makes all things beautiful
And in the vision of this fog
What do dead eyes dream
But the dream of
life and love
And love and life
of all things beautiful

I don't remember the exact day we first meet
Or the date of our first kiss
It was long ago and a blur away
But I can recall how it felt
The last time we kissed when it still meant something
The last time you pushed your hips against mine
With love still beating in your chest
The urgency and passion of you grinding untop of me
As I was melting into you
The beauty of the dream swimming from your eyes into mine
The helpless state of being yours
Because you were mine
The way you song my name with sunshine in your voice
The days of dreams perfection
The chapters of a perfct life
Before we had to read
The fairy tale of forevers end
The world crumbled beneath me
And you slipped away
As if you were made of gun smoke and oceans mist
And even now
With years between us
Swimming from my reach with the echos of mermaids
Your only a dream away from perfection

A white dress made of bleached black veils
And a wedding ring forged over a funeral pyre
Black flames burning over the red sea
Lost love swimming in a dead ocean
Nothing living inside of me
Nothing dreaming in my hollow heart
Nothing matters
With you so far away
No wheres home
When the roads don't lead to you
Just a ghost
Of a fleeting hope
A penny tossed
Into a poisoned well
A wish made
On a star gone mad
A pillow full of secrets
That will never whisper in your ear
A blanket warming
An empty bed
A skeleton bird
Pecking away at my ribs
I can't feel anything
Except numb
Unless I dream of you
And all I can do
Is dream of you
Wearing a white dress
Made of bleached black veils

Lets count the stars tonight
Under the comfort of dreams
Just you and me
Lets count the stars each night
Until the end of my life
For the rest of your life
Count them down to one
When the star that warms the day
Comes crawling over the distant
And cast shade over us
Then let us rest under this tree
Planted by you
Planted by me
Under the comfort of dreams
Where we will lay until the sun sleeps
Then lets count the stars again
And again and
again
Till we have counted every one
And recorded every breath
And felt every beat
And died over and over
In each others arms
While counting the stars
Under the comfort of dreams

Kiss me in the down pour of the rain
Love me through the death of my heart
Give me eternity inbetween the minutes of the setting sun
Show me forever in the reflection of the moon
Breath life back into dreams
Sew wings back on to hope
Blow wishes back into the wind
Sit with me beneath a tree
And let me fall with the leaves

What is it that we do?
Sewing metaphor to rhyme without reason
Mashing reason to metaphor without meaning
It's all so pretty in pretend
Ignoring ugly reality
For beautiful fiction
Why worry about tomorrow
As long as you can **** today away
**** poor but drunk rich
Pop another pill
For fake thrills
Sacrifice the truth
For pleasant lies
It's easier to feel numb
Than heart
Broken

Old and new
Since birth to new
Friends come and gone
Love burned and died and lived and remembered
Flames that never stopped burning
Dreams that never stopped yearning
Laughter that echoed
Years that streched
Minutes that passed too quick
Life learned
Lessons died
Death of regret
Remembering our first kiss
Dreamt or felt
It all seems real
Fiction or reality
Why does the heart beat
Other than love

Paint until your colors weep
Weep until your pain writes
Write until your words are drunk
Drink until your heart cries
Cry until your eyes sleep
Sleep until your soul wakes
Wake up in the middle of dreams
Dream in the wind that carries you to love
Love completely as it burns
Burn completely into love
And love always

Give me death for an hour
To slumber in peace
And dream of eternity
Locked in autumns embrace
Gold to orange to red leaves
Still clinging to trees
Watching death dream
Unable to sleep
Hour by hour

She wore death as crown
And balanced the cosmos on her fingertips
She could ****** June with a stare
But preferred the slow anticipation of Novembers rain
She created the illusion of god
And slept with the devil
She gave birth to sin
And made sin a pleasure
Nothing bloomed without
The touch of blood
Dripping down
From between her thighs
She drained the colors from her right eye
To paint the night
And morning sky
Then planted its corpse deep within the earth
A tree grew of myth and legend
The leaves turned into dragons
Fallen branches turned into flame
She sits beneath its shade
With one eye left
To weave fate and time
You will met her at your end
Queen of the blind

She was a hot knife
Carving through deaths grip
Something heaven couldn't mold
And hell dare not to hold
She had whisky waiting on her lips
And sin blooming between her hips
Venom swimming in her blood
Poison waiting in her touch
Fools paradise in gold laden vines
Wrapped around and steal the last breath
Of those that found the snake hiding in her kiss
Nothing left
No ghosts
No bones
No soul
No trace or mist
After she has stolen
Your life and death
No one will rember
You exist

Is it love?
This vague imitation of life
This thing we pretend to know
To do
To be
The reason we ****** our hands and knees
This thirst and exhilaration
What are we so desperate for?
What is this hunger stabbing in our belly?
In our guts?
In our bone and marrow?
What drives our instinct of survival?
How can we say we care about tomorrow
While ******* away today?
******* away our loneliness
Instead of facing who we are
In mirrors built for one
Bullets penetrating knife scars
Both in our backs and
In our chests
Cold steel and hot lead
Love triangle forever wed
Bleeding heart of hope
Dying by the rope
Noose tied
Dead tree
Cold hands
Stroking
The noise of lust
Pitter patter dead feet
Ghost in the hall
Wearing no reflection at all
Love in fake *******
Wilted by the dozen
Heart shaped box
Chocolate covered lies
Bitter lullabies
Rose colored lips
Breathing false sentiment
Two dimes for a quarter
To buy back lost alibis
Imitating life
What's the purpose
Without love?

Do we just live life
As deaths flower waiting to
Bloom and fade away

She came from the land of haunted castles
And the pages of a dead love tale
I would sell my soul to the devil
To give her my last first kiss
But the devil wasn't buying  
He laughed and howled and said
My heart was out of wishes
And my soul was just bad luck
He broke both my thumbs
And stole the moon
And tied a noose to a dying oak tree
And then left me on the road
Without even the stars to read
His parting gift
Was a piece of paper and a pen
And bullet of bad news
And a bit of advice
He suggested to put this dream
Out of my misery

Her smile was the salt and the beauty of the sea
Her hair was the mist and the tears of the ocean
Her head was lost in the waves crashing through dreams
Her heart was made of butterfly wings and humming bird songs
And her pulse continuously weaved a cocoon of love around eternity
Her skin came from the softest clouds of heaven
And her blood was pulled from the concupiscent flames of hell
She was the story spoken by angels
And the hidden whisper in the devils eye
She pulled black feathers from the night sky
And sculpted them into the first birds of flight
She gave one bird the sun
  and one bird the moon
    and one bird the stars
Then set them free into the night she had made them from
She taught madness how to laugh
Then gave it a mountain and a hat
She once had a cat
But only kept it long enough to teach it to smile and vanish
And then never saw it again
She spoke only in the lost language of sleep
But never slept herself
She watched over the breath of life and was the mother of death
She belonged with the dreams of a dream
And was the dream of the waves crashing through her head

There was something about her smile that told him they would kiss beneath the moon
Her lips held the promise of paradise and her tounge was laced with honey
He already knew the warmth and silk of her ******* as they stood shyly before one another
The taste of heaven was waiting with the poem yearning to be written between her legs
Her soft folds would be the paper and his mouth would be the pen
Their blood held the secrets of ink
And their souls burned with the colors of lust
They stirred cold whisky and exchanged hinted glances throughout the night
As the minutes melted into hours and their breathing fell into sync
She took his hand and lifted her dress just a little
He could see the stars of her blanket and feel the magic within her sheets
And before he could blink he was lost inside her universe
And the moon watched the kiss that slowly undressed their souls
And they felt magic and madness unfold in their hearts as they tangled their limbs blindly
And the night sky listened to their soft moans and frantic pulse
And shuddered as they both wrote with gentle whispers the last words
To the poem waiting between her legs

She moved methodically with lucid dreams
  streaked through the fibers of her hair
Her skin was made from sheets cut from
  the clouds that drifted lazily over heaven
Her eyes where iridescent pearls stolen
  from the depths of the pools of paradise
She twirled lighting between her fingers
  and pulled magic out of coins
Her voice carried the soft comforts of
  thunder
And she often whispered of the smell of
  rain
While playing songs about november on
  the broken strings of a dead piano
She could hypnotize the flame of a candle
  and set the whole world ablaze
As she hummed along with the madness
  hidden between the wings of moths
She pulled cotton candy out of  thin air
  and blow smoke rings that tasted of
    whiskey and lust
Her lips were glazed with a tranquil poison
  that held the promise of love
While the honey dripping from her tounge
  warned of the suicde of romance
I stared a moment too long and found
  myself tangled in a lucid dream
    caught between life and death

If we are to question are we different?  Man and women, on the surface the question itself is rhetorical and we need not point out the obvious.  It is of the existential scalpel that peels away the skin and flesh and disregards the blood and guts, the bones must be broken and burned and turned to ash and left for the wind before the question has any meaningful validity.  Though we will find no facts to our answers here, only the rhetoric  of opinions and beliefs.  We can only prove ourselves fools to pretend to know what we become or what we are without our bodies.  But to avoid the greys and shadows of things we cannot prove is even more foolish.  The question now becomes tangled in dissecting ideologies of the soul, spirit, mind, and heart.  Is there a difference in soul and spirit?  Is there a heart or mind that lives beyond the physical world?  If not, is it just lights out in the end?  A one and done life, no heaven or hell, no reincarnation, no returning to the stars, no second dips into the primordial ooze?  If that is the case, if nothing exists or lives beneath our skin or in our blood... then the question itself needs no other answer than the obvious.  But why ask it then?  Even when we know that an answer to a question can not have a right or wrong reply, that each answer we receive will be based on opinions, beliefs, faith, or feelings... doesn't the question carry a more important weight?  It is in both the differences and similarities that our answers place us within a common ground.  In a place we seek to find a deeper understanding and consciousness of one another.  If in our matter of beliefs there is something living within us, If perhaps the soul acts as the body to our spirit, mind, and heart at the end of our current journey and we do return to a primordial ooze or to the night sky.  If we travel from this life to another while leaving our bodies behind... Then the question would come to its full bloom and I would say (without knowing but feeling) that we are all more similar than we are different and in that we would most likely be the same.

Live a life without fear of death
  Love so freely
               so wildly
That when it is time to write
    you're final page
That death will pause and tremble
          to read your
            last words
Then with your last breath
  embrace death
And fill its lungs
with a life well lived
And pass through this life
  and illusion
Towards the next dream
of love and immortality
                            For if in the end
                            All we find is the end
                                Dream the dream
                                  that never ends
                                    Dream of life and
                                      death and
                                        death and love
                                           and love and
                                        Life and dream
                                          without fear

Only on the floor of a stage
Only between the pages of a book
Only in the sound of a song
Will love bloom in an instant
Will a first kiss outlast time
Will the moment pause and become eternity
Only here in the make belive
Only here in whispered dreams
Only here in Shakespeare wishes
Will life pass in a blink
Will ribbons flow like blood
Will the dead rise to take a bow
Under the spotlight
After the last curtain
On an empty stage
In a blank book
In an unwritten song
I will fall for you
Again
And again

Days seem longest when the sun won't set
Nights seem longest when the stars don't shine
I know I'll never be yours
Because you'll never be mine
Still nothing will **** this love inside
Nothing will let this heart beat die
No matter how much I cry
No attempts or acts of suicide
Not the death of all time
Its gonna be a long long life
With this love inside