Playing dirty in the rain

What mud attracts you

Is it good

And does it get hard

Does it crack

Does it matter

Does it roll like a dime

Or spin like a wheel

Is there a moral dimension 

Following a thread

Is it in love with dead

Does it bleed

Does it need

Can it feel 

Is it real?

I can recall 

YOo

Licked my face

Breath was taken

Lungs full 

Fully engaged into it

It's sweet song

Erasing longings

And fades

As a rising frame

An apricot in your eye

The jungle weeps

Gentle leaves of grief

Goes elsewhere

I'm on my knees

Within your hands

Where I please

Oh God

Is this forever?

Sunday is spring

I am thinking about her

And then again

Oh God

Can you explain?

Only object that vanishes

Is my screen itself

It actually shuts off

Boom like that

Yours too

What a thing of wonder

When digibits surrender

As electronics go away

The screen then is murky

As if it is trying to say something

Perhaps to turn it back on

To turn me on

Turn me on and on

Such a computer world

Like an ever quest

As big as mind

Like a mind of its own.

I love you so much it hurts sometimes because I know you will be there for me always and I feel the same way.

Loving you is like saying let there be light and beauty forever!

Please God do not let us part

I need you

I love you

For life can happen in a flash

Touch me with end of a fools mistake

So my eyes open

Help me find my way to you

And make me

Shape me

And my grace will follow

So I am a fine fellow

Let me find what you wish for me

A dream.

To be free as a sea gull

Flying is all very well

All over the air

Till you blend in with the sky

Perhaps questions turn into questions marks

Ambitions just turn the hair gray

So my feet say be calm

And stay.

Art

See my hand

Holding yours

In the world

Someone knows

Of incredible things

Worth knowing

She is hiding

As the warmth grows

And she knows

She knows.

The blue water drop

Drops of anger lost in tears

Thumping drum beats nearby

Tabby cat with other cat

Drops of rain land in cup

Dramatic.

Truth walks and walks

It has only feet and feet

As it rides the ride

Inside

Inside

The glowing cave knows

Like a wise womb deep in the know

Through divine depths into the earth

Listening for a tune

As June and summer

And the summer guys

Who can't play guitars but do

The hot flowers pulsate with colors

A love unknown

As some kind of pleasure

That blends in with the trees!