anew
from the
old.
awe
flashes my
eyes.
divine
is your
smite.

dance like your life depends on it

move like you are the song

and I shall listen to all of you within it.

your love shines through,
like a snowy midday.

" May I have your autograph ? "



Sometimes these shows make
me breathless.
just-
stunned.

I would love to fall to love and love to love to fall again.
for,
my heart it beats.
my life it weeps.
forfeit: it is cease.
my soul
it is been wholey
yours.
and there is nevermore but to surrender
to yours.

Love your body
as if it her own.

The magnificence of her shape.
The beauty of her form.

They will see it too.
The ones whom are true.

The pen is an instrument.
Like I am an instrument to
  rhythm.
Therefore my instruments
are rhythm's.                        I don't even
Therefore the pen is            feel like I'm
rhythm writing.                   the one
Everyone that's with my    writing
heart, watch as pen slides  these
to rhythm.                            writings.
I wish for no credit to
myself,
        rather the rhythm.
       The music of movement inspires me.

God speaks through the dance
of life.