Where is the need
to pray
nude
lying on the sand
endeavouring to cover
secret places

Where is the need
to meditate
cross legged

one can meditate
even when walking

Love resides
in hearts
the Sun has given one
the energy to contain
as long as one lives
there is no need
to show
artificiality
all are of same kind of
humans

just pray
let all come and bow
they may
not to you
but to the sun
from where you came

Last night was like a passion trapped on a bed
But life is turn by turn, pretty chocolate
Mine you've witnessed, in three rounds
but yours still to cum,
how long will I await your arrival ?
how long will I endure in this train station.

Since 8pm till 12am I've endured-
your craving upon cravings, to please this little crazy thing
backed with her soft roses touch and soundtrack that follows
when will you cum?
when will my dying man be set free

We walk along the beach at night,
Arms entwined and hearts entwined,
Waves lapping 'gainst our feet,
Pebbles scurrying like sand crabs 'twixt our toes.
And talking about crabs, we are both
A little tickly in the naughty bits department,
As the gentle summer breeze
Wafts through our matted pubic hairs.

If any
is
Sun

it ignites and flames
and does every one
burn
then
finally
churn

It was
So real

My boots in the winter snow
The sock monkey in her hands
Her bright red hair

Her beautiful face

Her beautiful voice
That gives me colonies of butterflies
That
Sends me to a place where
I am great

And yes, I know, really well,
that life is a bridge between quicksand and deep sea.

I know its temperament like I know the face of the moon.
I know it because, sometimes, it blows as winter air around us,
permeating our being gently, and soothingly,
and we inhale every bit of its scents as rose, as colorful air,
and feel ensconced in the arms of effervescent stars
as if cushioned away from all reeling about a world at sea.

When the eyes have no light
when ears have no sound
then takes flight
the human mind

lets go out to find
the creator
you remind
Created us

him the lover thus
deaf
and her the beautiful
blind

here we are in twenty twenty
we've increasing influenza
some no cash, too many plenty
we just call that affluenza

we look to each coming season
as we wait for spring this winter
on the earth committing treason
will more polar ice caps splinter

now with earth's ice caps set on melt
we could with buckets big enough
drop water on the flaming belt
surrounding earth - gee things are tough

Why, just why
do you always forget me
You think you're so sly
leaving me feeling like a tiny flea

Supposedly the one you loved
but it's always a fight
How I hate to be shoved
Oh, what a plight

Why can't we just say a final good bye?
You've forgotten me
I gotta learn to just fly
Why can't I simply just be

Always poor you
missing out on what could've been
Feeling much like a worn shoe
and a thinker among many men