Finite Truth

As you begin to transform my eyes follow your every tear
They have never seen you tremble as I have
Like a paper swimming against the currents of furious wind
trembling from convulsions of the darkness that posses the light of the atmosphere
The speed becomes one with the merciless wrath that you so vulnerably unite with
You become one with powerful disaster
You are blinded by the glasses of unmeasured mirages
They blind your sight and your invitation to the demons acquire all your white light
The innocence of that paper being shuffled around the evil eye of the storm,
They seem so affected...
As you float around with your eyes shut you weren't able to see
For the paper is in tact
Not shredded or torn
It is still complete...
I know no other way anymore ...
For my language is this
And hope has proved that with you the impossible is possible and the finite exists

Gypsy

As I tip toe through your thoughts, your dreams give me wings
The resonance from your eyes as you tell me your fears...they scream relief
the glow you project as you celebrate your magical ideas...they entangle my heart with your sweet
The light hits your eyes and introduce me to the door where I can wander through your secrets.
I want to explore your dimension and never stop  moving
Theres always more because infinity is for learning
I want to dance to the sounds in your head
and prance to your memories
I wandered into a storm and I ran from it
I grasped your hand to take you with me
I can only hold your hand step by step
The pace is important because we have to progress
Theres magic through all mirrors and i'm drawn like a magnet
your eyes are those portals for my gypsy soul's enjoyment
I want to explore each increment without wasting time
I dont belong in any one place...my purpose is to protrude the horizon
I will steal your heart while looking at you
listening to your eyes as you speak
you won't even notice I did
as your eyes invite my gypsy to peek.

Breath After Breath No More

Breath after breath no more,

Confusion stands concrete,

Solidifies the path for pain to invade…

Concealed the colors of the rainbow,

Welcomed the world of “black and white”

Breath after breath no more,

I carry the testy state of delusion,

I carry the mortal state of confusion and fear,

Your love is my prayer lost in your oblivion,

A dream bashed, a fantasy burnt…

Breath after breath no more

Random Suppose

Suppose I could tickle the strings of a guitar and radiate to the clouds musical notes of my past lives,
To bring reason to the hows, whys and good byes
Suppose that by the mere meeting of our pupils,
through an invisible tunnel,

I could feed you my sorrows,
And you could relieve this life of infinite withering tomorrows,
Suppose I made four rights and made a circle.
Then could I mold your eyes into squares and extract perfect building blocks of a castle?
Suppose I aggressively pray God into exhaustion with the entirety of my hopes fears and repentance.  Would I lose the guiding hand through minutes, hours, seconds? 
Suppose my frost gives you heat
Suppose my fire moves your eclipse 
Suppose I expose you to the eccentric simplicities of my domain,
I guarantee you will yearn to be you again.  

MOMENTUM

Speed speed speed SPEED

DON’T SLOW DOWN

Rotational circles’ velocity needs to increase

As I AM her need

My innocent sweet

I cant let her down

Gotta fucken hurry

I’m destroyed at the thought that I may blink to find her frown

Because moments progress

And she always needs me in the now

Screw the law – it’s wrong

It could never respond to this life’s song

The speed says 55

MY LIFE SAYS PUSH THE PEDAL TO THE METAL,

NEED TO SPEED FOR THE STRIVE

That little creation I made needs all my precious time,

The speed may cause my life

but

That’s alright

Cus I know here or there – I will reach the light.

Pivot Questionnaire

* What is your favorite word? Tucus - it sounds great and its meaning is awesome
* What is your least favorite word? Piss
* What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally? Music, Art, Nature, Beauty
* What turns you off? Black & White
* What is your favorite curse word? Dicktart
* What sound or noise do you love? The sound of ocean waves.
* What sound or noise do you hate? Screaming Kids, but I hate the sound of silent parents more-so.
* What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?  Musician/Pianist
* What profession would you not like to do? Mortician.
* If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You passed.