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.

i wish to touch the bits of you that endure my dirt.
i wish
more than ever the shape of your face in the curve of my long and twisted fingers.
there's something about it that make my hands
okay to look at again.
like they may have a found a fitful purpose, caressing the demon mouth
that kisses my angel teeth,
residing underneath
my loved lips
that send trips
to your words.
they encase your bright
eyes
and devour the confidence left in them.
but what i meant
to say was, i see your bright
eyes
showing fight to the fence
that you build so high.
i can see the lies shine
like a light was tied ,
just for me to breach them.
just so i could teach them,
you are one to beat them.
even though its you who seeds them.

emitting the aroma of tainted goodness and its all
okay
because of the eutony of this all.
these words can break my fall.
if i make the call,
and summon the space,
my soul
will come and take the place
of the weak face
i can no longer
sonder,
anymore in the background of your filled up recognitions.

there's
no
space
for
my
sad
face.
there's
no
place
for
my
heart
ache.

sent into solivagance.

this is a dark red redamancy,
one of a curse.
the birth
of our breakage
started at the first
touch of a sacred
unto a scarred soul.
and she cried
finding nothing but an empty black hole,
in return. forever churned
in a lustuous magnetism.
a
love prison.

its something that buries itself
beneath all the logic in my heart,
creeping from underneath my sins.
its some kind of wonder,
beckoning the birth rights
of every death in my future.

[ it's some kind of mutual case of kalopsia. ]

Of all the questions that beg my being,
why do my fingers still only look straight
when they're resting on your rigid face ?

cause i can't tell.

your tongue said it once,

now i'm lost in a spell.

it's a switch flipped .

a dazy trip.

falling through the fingers

of your last hard grip -

*contemplating the compliment that comes with you.

In the eye of making it in mind.
It is a simple touch, divine.
Of the age that is upon us.
So be nothing but honest.
'Cause she lifts the soul that's separate.
No hate. No hurt. No feeling desperate.

It's the beautifully un-imagined dimension.
That peaceful, patient, pure intention.
And I'll lock in every here & now.
A feeling, a check-point, a 'knowing' how.
Then the universe, it wants to dance!
And I did call upon this chance..
Been a spiral spin through each one yet.
A push, a step, I won't forget.
But I wonder what is coming next?
What my mind will manifest.
What sort of series of events,
Will this raw thought just have me sent?

Maybe a milking of emotions?
Surely sad talks and smart notions.
Big love, big sun, and big dance.
High skies, high times, and high trance.
A simple there and simple back.
Words that say this, but really mean that.
And I will pull back, I do retract.
'Cause inside there's nothing to distract,
My touch on divine;
My making it in mind.
The age that is upon us.
Be simple. Be honest. <3

When she visits me,
All crystal rivers meet.
Meet me in my shining dream.
Pulsing an underlying tone,
That moves me beyond all anchors.
Simple like my love stone.
How sweet to be alone,
With you.
How sweet these sunny daze,
Are true.

<3

No, not me.
As I understand what,
All the reasons be.
I hold my own hand.

No, not you.
As you understand why.
The reasons are few.
Your hand stretched out high.

And please let me tell you,
I am not defined by,
The Sun, the Moon, the Ocean, nor Sky.
But by the love that I am.
By the love that is Sunshine.

And yet, with love
My craze in knowing blinds some.
My daze in light can look numb.

But I can be felt, can't I?

This modesty is key,
In all, in none, and knowing me,
And the freedom in the breeze.

Stories are built in this mess of love.
Into the dark, up above.

Everything, except what I know, comes with me.

The mystery is felt.
Be that known, my soul is happy,
Feeling all the threats melt,
In love's Aura.

Just don't forget to feel the Sun.
It's in your soul, the true one.
Not for anyone to take.

Just don't forget to love the Sun.
Source yourself, and worship none.
And with that, you'll know...

*I'll always love to feel you.

Sometimes I need to be crazy.

Make no sense.

Have no senses.

Sometimes I want to be lazy.

Sit in my bed.

Etch the words in my head.

Sometimes life is a daisy...

I am the world.

The world is mine.


The sunny daze
Summer laze
Needy craze

Of Sunshine.

I kissed your soul.
You touched my heart.
We do grow old.
Don't remember the start.

Time travels like wind.
Love sweeps me down.
The places I've been.
The faces I've found.

Don't leave me now.
Don't take my crown.
I don't know how,
To love in this town.

You made it better, like you always do.
Sunshine life - there ain't no other way to.
It's the wise words of all I know..
And you are always ready to show,
Exactly what is needed.
You are the key to proceeding.
You are the light that's always shining.
Answering; listening; minding.
Having the direction to go,
But only ever saying 'yes', or 'no'.
And then those special times.
I scream, you *****, I whine.

Everyone is a mirror.
There's no way to see it clearer.
I am you, you are me.
Together with Sunshine,
we could be *free.

My tornado spins in vicious cycles.
Those calm winds, I haven't felt in a while.
'Cause the rain, it only ever pours.
Comes down on me so hard, it's leaving sores.

The winds kick up; become a cyclone.
One giant mess I can't seem to sort on my own.
And broken sticks and chunks of leaves,
they twirl inside my tornado of dis-beliefs.

My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.

It'd be nice if the sun could break through these clouds.
The clouds that 'cause the winds to crowd
Every last proper thought I know
Gets broken and tossed in my tornado.

I can't even distinguish right thoughts from wrong.
Anybody I know never sticks around too long.
They're thrown in my head, jumbled with everything else.
Take a decent beating, then to another hand they're dealt.

My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.

Or maybe it's me who's taking these beatings.
I sure as hell know that my skull's lost its feeling.
I know I'm loveless, sleepless, clueless.
I know I'm powerless, useless; just a mess.

I know I'm a lost child refusing the right care.
I know I wanna do this on my own, so don't you dare.
And I know I'm gunna fight this tornado alone.
But at the same time, everything i know,

**I really don't.