You have captured my heart and imagination
And set my world on fire
Every new word I read
Every new picture I see
Cause the flames and my love to grow wilder
You are in my every thought
My every dream
My every wish
The fire growing ever wider
The love pulling me ever deeper
May my imagination and heart never break free

I heard a gunshot in the middle of dreaming
I awoke to find Eros at the foot of my bed laughing
I lay there bleeding and dying and with my last bit of strength I wrote your name on my wall
And my last dying wish as I feel to the floor
Was to love you again in the next life
Over and over again

Come with me my love
Under the depths between us
Under the darkness within us
Under the dreams that bind us
Come with me my love
Under the sheets of endless time
Under the night of forever more
Under the moon where I'm eternaly yours
Come with me my love
Take the blood in my heart so your heart may live
Steal the air from my lungs so you may breathe
Use my bones and my marrow and all of my thread
And mend your wings
Find your voice
Let your beauty shine through
I would be less than nothing
Without this dreaming of you
Come with me my love
I'm dying for you

Home it can never be when you're across the sea
My hearts flown off to you
And there's nothing I can do
Lonely beneath the moon
Wanting only you
Home it can never be when your hands are in a far off land
My dreams have run to you
Leaving me blue alone under this dying moon
Longing to sit with you
Home it can never be when you're not filling my empty arms
My wishes would die for you
And I would pull down this fading moon
And cross the sea
And find the land
Where I would find you
And then at home
I would always be

An ocean apart but only a moon away
I would climb through your darkness on broken and ****** knees
Drown in your tears to hold your heart up
Sacrifice my soul and turn your lead wings back to gold
I would give my heart to your prayers
Your beauty is more important than air to my lungs
Cross the ocean by moon
And slide into your dreams
And you can slip into my bed
Where we'll  both fall as we sleep

All I know is her voice
All I've seen is a picture
I've read her words
Again and again
And my heart has been stolen
And it flys over the sea
Hoping
For a cup of coffee
At a table for two
For a warm hand
  to hold
During a long walk
thirty-two minutes
  past last call
To hear a soft whisper
  that quickens the heart
To get lost in the
  comfort of her arms
To lay awake through the
  night in a warm bed
Exchange a shy kiss
And listen to her voice
  until the morning sun
   crashes in
And we would laugh as the
  morning bird sings
And then sleep
And long
And dream
Of living in tomorrow
And escaping today

This can not be the first time
I have fallen madly in love with You
Is that not our names
Already written in the stars
Have our souls not danced
Before the dying of the sun
A thousand fates ago
Have our bodies not
Crashed into each other
In passions warm embrace
Time and time again
I know that I've been
Lost in those endless ocean eyes
Every new morning
As time begins
This is not the first time
Our love was oceans
And seas and mountains
And years apart
I will always
Find you
The madmans smile will
Light the way

Love is simple
Enough
Its easy to fall
For the girls
I will never
Know
The women
Whose lips
I will never
Kiss
The soft
Skinned
Ladies
Oceans apart
The old friend
I was too
Cowardly
Too dare admit
My adoration
Its easy
Enough
To fall
Its simple
In the
Safety
Of
Solitude
In the
Secrecy
Of darkness
In the
Dreams
Of
Tomorrow
While
Knowing
I will
Always
Be safe
As long
As I
Only
Wake up
Today

I heard the song
Of a London bird
Last night
Outside my window pane
Softly she flew
Into a dream
And with her
Endless ocean eyes
And feathers
Painted red
She sang
Of love
And loathing
Bitter tears
Kind smiles
Longing
For fingertips
Touching
Sultry skin
That was
Too far
Apart
Too measure
But only
A dream away
Lost stories
Only found
In darkness
Love
Unnoticed
Unreturned
Unfelt
Undying
My heart
Grow heavy
As I listened
Sitting alone
Inside
Knowing
If I looked
Outside
She
Would not
Be there
All I could
Do was listen
And
Wish
That I had
Wings
That I might
Join her
In dreams
In darkness
In hope
In her songs
And nest

Red hair and
Eyes of the sea
And her voice
Took my heart
Back to more
Innocent days
Young and
Foolish
Before
Dreams of
Love
Danced with the
Feet of tragedy
And for a moment
I escaped today
While lost
In my long lost
Innocence
And I waltzed
With a dream
Of a beauty
From a far
Away town

Strength
Beauty
Melancholy laughter
Writing down
Lifes tragic disasters
Looking through the mirror
Hoping to see
Some other face
Or a different
Pair of eyes
Just to hear
The echo of the same
Old lies
Tomorrow will be
Better
But we just live
Today
Over and
Over
again

I wish I had the courage
When I last stood
In front of you
To tell you
And if I only could
Stand in front of you
One more time
On more moment
I would tell you
Not for your love
In return or to feel
This love that has burned
And consumed and haunted me
Both night and day
In dreams and fantasy
Pass from my lips to yours
Not to ****** your flesh
And remove your clothes
Rain my fingertips over your skin
Not to hear you whisper and moan
And shout under sheets
Not to claim your soul
Or your name
In that moment...
No
I want that moment
To reveal that this love
Smiles madly and lives completely
Feels impossibly and dances wildly
Lasts eternaly for the beauty
And perfection of the stars
And heavens and endless bliss
It finds in you
And against time and distance
And possiblity it will always stand
And burn with its hand outstreched
Should you want or desire
Or need
Or not
It will live and love
Alone or together
It exists only by the chance
And the luck of that
First moment when my
Heart knew it had always
Loved you

Madness is a lot like love, it's  orgin and depth often affect wether it ends on the pages of a tragedy or a beautiful ever after.  I've always had to read it through to the end regardless of where it might take me.  I find more comfort in dancing with monsters than living a life where one has to hide their demons just to get through the day.  
And like love as well, it can be good or bad depending on whose hands it's left to.  It takes a heart of great strength and delicacy to handle the fires and beauty and pain  born from madness.  Spilled, mishandled or broken... madness can do great harm to the pages of any story that its words are printed upon.  
Read well, dance freely, embrace tragedy, and page after page may madness be part of the beautiful  ever after.

My heart recognized you
the first moment I saw you
I didn't have a chance to get
  your name
Or even say anything at all
  to you...
And as the rest of that night
  passed
As I drove towards home
I never thought I would get
  a chance to see you again
But my heart knew
It knew right away
That it loved you
And that for the rest of my life
  I would love you too
Completely, impossibly, and madly
Together
Apart
This life
The next
For all time
Forward
Or back
I would always love you
And that I always have
In that one first moment
My heart knew

Be kind for no other reason
Than kindness itself
Not for the
Fear of god
Or punishment
Not for the promise
Of heavenly and eternal bliss
For what if in the end
Of it all
There is no heaven
No hell
Just oblivion
And this life
Was wasted
The one chance
The one life
You could have been kind
Gone
If this is your
Only time
Your only life
Use it to be good
To love and
To be kind
For no reason
Than kindness itself

I miss you
And I know it all
Seems as if its
Just abstract flirtation
And hopeless poetry
For the spirit of romantic gesture
And that it isn't truely...
That deep craving
Of endless oceans
And time weathered shores
Of waves cashing
With every beat
Of a heart
So desperately
And sickly
In love
That it could
Never die
Or be
Broken
And the simple
Madness of the truth
Isn't able to be
Writen or spoken
With any alphabet
Or language
And I could
Never describe
The how or when
Of it all
But I do
Know I will
Always be falling
Here
In this place
Where
I miss you

Maybe I'm just bored
With *******
Or maybe the brush
Just fells better
In my hand
Or it could be the colors
That distract
The blood flow
Up
Instead of down
Or maybe its
Something deeper
Gnawing
At my
Flesh
From within
My bones
****
Its the silence
And
The solitude
And the
Darkness
Spilling out
The ugly
Truth of beauty
Of
Spending
Time
Alone

A cardboard bonfire and a Newcastle
I spend a lot of time alone
But loneliness only creeps in
When I'm around people with
Nothing important to say
If there's one thing I miss about my youth...
Is all the dreamers...
The dancers
The poets
The painters
The sculptors
The writers
The singers
The musicians
The believers....
What happened to all my dreamers....
Or is it what happened to me?

Evil isn't hiding under your beds or in your closets, it's not lurking around the corner or down some dark alley.  It's not in the blade or the handle of a knife, it's not in the bullet or the gun or the bomb or the boom.  Evil only lives and breeds in the heart of  men and it is kept alive and well generation after generation, handed down to our sons and daughters as they are taught greed and fear and lust and hate.
So next time bullets go flying across the school yard or bombs fall from the sky and find hospitals instead of their "targets" or a child is beaten or murdered or ***** by its father or preacher or mother or sister or teacher or brother or friend... and you wonder what kind of monster, what evil would allow?
Look in the mirror, stare into the darkness in the pupils of your reflection and listen to the soundless echo of the blackness you find there.  Do not blink, do not turn away, let your eyes and mind adjust to the horror staring back at you... The evil infesting and rotting away at and in your own heart.  It's been living and thriving in the silent bubble you've built around your days and nights.  All the years you quitely ignored your hearts cries for help as evil made itself at home.
Every time evil made the front page news, instead of fighting back, you decided to just turn the volume down.  Knowing it was there and knowing it was wrong...  Were you hoping it would go away while feeding it your doubts and fears and hate?  Did you think that you could make it fat and satisfied and it would then find somewhere new to roam?
Don't look for the devil to blame or the absence of prayer in the classroom or the sky you claim to be empty of god... Stop petitioning deities to save you from the evils of the world when those evils are your own monsters walking and dancing and playing in the blood of your own heart.

There's an infinite beauty in the simple
  things
But the world is too busy turning
  and arguing
  and working
  and grasping
  and chasing
The Big Picture Life and praying
  to the big man above
  for the big time job
  to make the big money
  to become the big men below
And the simple things go unseen
  as the bullets and bombs
  drop and fall around
  and the big men fall to the ground
  where they lay unable to make
   any sound
And those still alive cry and rage
  and burn new fires of hate
And now its this god vs that god
  and its all just excuses to keep
  the war machine turning and
  working and taking young lives
And time keeps moving though it
   would rather stand still than watch
   us ignoring the infinite beauty
   of simple things

I can't help but be just doom and gloom sometimes.... I mean, when looking at the world at a quick glance... Donald F'ing Trump... are you f'ing kidding me, it's funny, but seriously.... And it doesn't stop there... but I will because I don't have that kind of time and if you're reading this you probably already know how absurd our situation is... not just as a nation but as a species... How has it come to this, how have  we failed to become more compassionate and only advanced in greed and pointless self endeavors.  The whole world is collapsing and we're all too busy working to do nothing more than to fill our pockets with debt so we can have something we don't even need tomorrow but want today.  The fuse is lit, make no mistake, our days our numbered... yea, we could put the fire out, we might even be able to save ourselves... but instead we just fan the fire.  Hate hiding behind religion and national pride and casual prejudice and more often than not, just rearing its ugly head out in the open, because why the "f" not...  And truthfully, I'm terrified and I'm mad and I'm sick and I pray to some unknown god that please tell me I'm not human.  Maybe Thompson , Williams, and too many to name had the right idea... an early exit, not because they gave up hope, but because they just said "f" it... no one's listening and there's better places to be.  I can picture Hunter and Robin and Sid laughing it up under the bodhi tree... Suicides not my thing, I may have thought of it once or twice... who knows, maybe there was a rainy night once upon a time were death was sitting there in the passenger sit and a bottle of antifreeze was laying in my lap or maybe thats just a bad dream I can't quite forget... either way, I can't blame them.  At a quick glance and an over welcome stare... the world is just "f'd"...  Things are bleak, politicians are trying to push back progress in the name of this god and that religion vs basic human compassion and empathy.  No one is safe, those we should be able to trust to protect life are taking life... parents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, neighbors, police, preachers... kids killing kids and on and on and on and... We have the ability now more than ever before to be better.  There is literally no excuse left for us to be so callous to those living without the bare essentials.  No matter how little we may have, we always have enough to share.  We can be better in ways far beyond that... Why are we still sending our own children to die in unnecessary wars... no matter your childs age, that's still your baby girl or baby boy..."18" or older doesn't change that... and it's no different on the other side.  War today is just blood for dollars, oil for souls... crocodile tears falling from political leaders  on both sides for the loss of lives sacrificed for some illusion they call freedom.  Doom and gloom goes on and on and on and....

Somewhere in the dark, in the secret corners and cracks, in the music of pitch black silence... there's still beauty... if you look long enough, close enough... you can see it, you can hear it, you can feel it...  

To quote Neil Gaiman

"A world in which there are
Monsters and ghosts and
Things that want to steal
Your heart
Is a world in which there are
Angels
And dreams
And a world in which
There is
Hope"

And hope is the universal heartbeat that beats within us all... if we stop to listen and look and feel... we can be better

If you're going to love someone, love them completely and madly and give them the entirety of your heart and fill that heart with the true song of love and sew wings on its back and let your love soar freely and bravely and let it block out the sun and  comfort the aches of the moon  and let its every beat lay down a brick to build a road that will out last time itself
Do all of this and more
Otherwise all your "I Love You" 's are nothing more than an empty breath and a shallow action, the poor reading of a fairy tale full of more woe than wonder, more faries of ill intent than dragons of light and hope,  a story destined to end in sobs  and heartache  and tragedy