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I wish to rest in your embrace.
To feel your finger curl my hair,
and trace my healed scars.
Envelope me in the inspiration
of your crystal breath.
Your embrace is my destination,
Love is my test.

Ocean breezes and Sun rays
Brush my crown and say :

" You Are Your Own Now. "

and it frees the pain away.

Silent times enrich my heart.
Sandy shores of broken starts.
Rusty edges guide the way.
My love has run astray.
...and I'm heading for the hills.
What for?
A fancy metaphor?
I have plenty more
In shrine time.
Where the roads wind,
And we live the real angle
Of a squared triangle.

Resting now I wonder, what is next?
Light & Sound will manifest
a true destiny
of centred heart
& gravity.

floating on, I just wish
the daggers of pain to be missed,
For our Journey to breathe clean,
still,
                crystal,
                          ­     mist.


And I will find you there,
Setting a sideways glare,
Romancing the moon.
I can see you in blue.
The dripsy gypsy caravan,
Will sing us the tune.
Press and feel the life,
Of a flower fractled love<3
Kiss me with your warm breath.
I grace you with the Sun's caress.

Higher minded now.

And we stumble for the stars...
Alone in our palace.
Riding the waves of the heart.

We live through the molecules,
Of sacred combinations.
To create a cozy transportation
To the life made of Creation.

Full Circles Never Stop.

We Spiral, Forward, Further...

The waves engulf a Large Rock.

Splashes of memories encoded in the sea,
Translate the energy,
We give through you and me.
We are Captains of the Conscious Sea!
Trailing towards our victory.

We Are the Sacred Journey.

And within a Simple Touch.
Air for us to breathe.
We let go of the little things,
We know we must release.

For We Are In Our Own Hands Now.

The paths will wind us tight in line,
And far across at the same time.

Rest your mind,

And breathe again,

My dear.
Naked memories of twisting bodies.
Pressing me softly.
Touching of tongues,
and lips made of lovelies.

Rose petal skin
conditioned & deep.
You're gracing me gently.
These feelings I'll keep.

I'm safe in your love.
Don't let this undo.
Sweet whispers of truth;
I will kiss and tell you:

*"Hold tight for now.
Lets both forget how
Our spirits are free,
& this is temporary."
Gezellig(adj)a.cozy.nice.inviting.pleasant.comfortable;connoting.time.spent.with.loved.ones.or.togetherness.after.a.long.separation.
Let me just remind myself:
There's love forever
on the center shelf.
No trust wh'soever
with no one else.
Just the Sun
and myself.

I feel too much
and I take the hit.
In my wicked place --
I always get bit.
Not from any face.
Nor cast by no smiles.
It's all in the time line.
The levels of your dials.

But let me step back and remind myself.

I care too much
and link right in.
I know I am just
hooked on skin.
So cut the lust
and tame the fire.
Pass the hour
with me, I'm tired.

Let me just remind my self,
of all the love
on my center shelf.

'Cause **** i feel
like I'm running out.
Action surrounds me
like its all about:

**"how much else can i get
and still have you?"
The mystic mind
defies my land of mines.
{{and detonating bombs}}

Shells and sand
push on through the man.
[[to bring the mist, calm]]

If i could just recall the ways.
Maybe i was born to play.
Follow me, i know this day.
((Yeah, they could be away today.. ))

Quiet me and shush.
The appetence is dangerous
and I don't know what to say.

< < I'm just a choked up amber
In your smoked out ashtray.• > >

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
love sunshine
there's something
about not being
able to think
of something.

cause your left
with nothing

and nothing
likes to take
your everything
away.

or perhaps, its just that
in nothings presence,
everything disappears.

and now everything
that could have been
has become just

some

*thing.
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Deep.
                                      Unda yah feet.

          Rooted tone yet a lifting treat.

  Journeyz to the world under.

Bringing BASS long thunderrr. '''

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What do you do when you've smoked your last cigarette and your love walked out the door?

What do you when the **** don't make you feel like it did before?

Solid rock to sand.
Slipping through my fingers,
yeah, he's my liquid man.

Standing on a floating cliff, it's hard to run from vertigo.

Spin and spin the dizzy trip, a mind like this, I'll never know.

I need to land my sinking ship -- I will not up and float along.

With all the other bits and bolts I need but can't hold on.

Yeah, solid rock to sand.
You're slipping through my fingers,
because you're a liquid man.

Oh mountains fall to canyons.
And clouds will fall to dirt.
The rain will carve the rivers,
for the cycle to rebirth.

Oh what do you do when you're entire heart could crush with just the wrong kind of look? [at the wrong kind of time]

Oh what do you do when love makes you blind?

What if i can no longer find

the grains of sand

that make you mine.

What if I lose you?
What if I lose you?
What
          if
             I
               lose
                      you?

Solid rock to sand.
Slipping through my fingers.
He's a liquid man.

Yeah, solid rock
                            to sand.
"'Cause I can't chase the potent ounce of malleable you inside the ever lasting elements of the mother."
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