Expired words
from time to time
still find a way inside

Hyperbole
you said to me
reprise irrespectively

of the fact they died
and should have been forgotten
but some of rot
and some of them blossom.

I can read you like a book,
A deep gaze in to your pretty brown eyes is all it took.
They're the windows to the soul after all
And yours left mine enthralled
That Much beauty in such little space?
You move irrespectively through the world at your own pace.
I'm sure you've heard it before but,
your smile brightens a room
You look my way again, I try not to loom.
If I could I would but I don't think I should.
Confess,
What would I have if I lost my dream?
What if my idea of you is all a want...
Yes that's it I don't love you.
Just the idea of you,
I'm content with that ...

Ha such a fallacy.

a top hat in an empty freezer.

thumb size magnets of vintage Xmas

lights, shifting around like a ouija board.

one dimensional warp sleights of color,

motioning.

placing blind eyes to motion without

color, lit irrespectively by contrast--

or current.

battering ram frost, whose heavy

breathing leaves the freezer door open.

"My only INTEREST with MUSIC is LOVE, because here in it I find LOVE ever BEST and BLESSED."

EVERYONE LOVES HERE.
MEANING is as COMMON
As WE are to us All.
But that SENSE of LOVE,
Is  as  VARY  as
We  Ourselves All.
We  All  LOVE. IRRESPECTIVELY.
Through  Our  most
RESPECTIVE  HEART ways.
A  perfectly  TERRESTRIAL BEAUTIFUL.
But Only  EARTH
Is surely Not ENOUGH,
For such SOULS
Ever ASPIRE to Fly ABOVE .
We Fall for MUSIC.
However INDIVIDUAL
Our LOVE be,
However INDIVIDUALLY
We FEEL for a SONG be,
We Do or Not
We DESIRE.
MUSIC;
One to PROVIDE us One
And Uniquely SECURED SHELTER.
One to Make us All
Together UNIFIED in it
As one COMPLETE WHOLE.
While PASSION for LOVE
Is One's INBORN,
MUSIC;
PERPETUATES and PROTECTS
It's Every EMOTIONS.
With One VOICE of Millions HEART
It Takes us off
To EXPERIENCE some of  Uniternal VAST.
It's HERE-
I Believe INDEED.
The QUEST;
Of Our DISTURBED LOVE
Ever RECLAIMS it's REST.

That's why-
Listening to those STIRRING SONGS
The GREATEST QUINTESSENTIAL
Of HEART Works,
So EVOCATIVE of Dreamy DESIRES,
We Scarely Help TEARS.
It HITS DIFFERENT.
Like the Craziest RIVER
At once POUNCES upon
Over the crusty EARTH,
Sooner GOES away
Leaving an AEON'S DARTH.
While HEART wrenches
With Seemingly UNAFFORDABLE
Pang and PLEASURE,
It's HERE-
It REMINDS us.
It REMINDS us of our
Helpless TANGLED pace;
Which we are FORCED
To STRUGGLE on and on EVER,
As they keep GETTING on
And on over us
When We begin to GROW
More and More into HUMAN.
It's HERE
I Feel INDEED.
Ours ain't a COMFORTABLE PIECE
For LOVE to EVER Frisk
It's in MUSIC
LOVE ever RESTS in PEACE.

                        THANK YOU.