After all these years,

I still remember

his strange passion

He could conjure

up the ghost

with those soul

infused eyes

We made mad

love with our words

talking about the big

bad world of our youth

Now that we are older

we sit on the couch in the

silence of each other

enjoying an old snog to

past the time away

Two old bags still

doing what makes us

most happy.

When you find love
then you are worthy
you will see a pattern
it does not wax or wane
like it is at the mercy of the moon
this is for foolish lovers
of the youth
but when love stays
like the stale in toast
this is what will make you full
keep you healing
True love is nothing
to write home about
But it will save you.

We were born
of divinity. you are
the infinite.
It was written
within us.
God wrote the codes
in us. You
Let them rise
the fractals of eternity
Let them rise and
search no further.
For death is the beginning
There is no end.
just peace. bliss and
the everlasting unknown.

if i could speak to you
like a cello does
it would move something
inside you
to slowly split open
and become the notes.

God does not see

afterall- She invokes

Her way thru

the womb of space

like it was Her own

She is creation itself

for we were

born in Her own image

Some more dark

than others

but female nonetheless

soft and fluid

Even our male counterparts

were here as female

once upon a time ago

Some choosing to

whine about this present state

grabbing females like

possessions and wanting to

connect with Her again

the little man with the dainty hands

says, nothing stellar and is

deciding how to corrupt you