How long

O yes

How long will it be

Do i just be

Sick in sweet sap

Do I take the reigns 

Pull it all in my hands

And grab the future

To be a winner

To fight the holds on my soul

To break those diamond chains

Promises that never came

Holy female

Holy female

In the winter of my summer

I set my sights

Move into motion

For secret delights

Dreams.

Fools love

And who would not be a fool then

When a crush is felt 

Can not stop when the heart palpitates

HEART DRIPPING CRIMSON

Curls around the air with her fair face

A wine to last all time

Drama dissipates with the sea

O let go of me

Let the wind take me on my journey

Open yourself to the wonders of it all

Open the doors

All.

I've done some wait and see

I miss the marsh

And the sea breeze

The busy sloths 

And the want to be sluts

For that is what gets lost 

That love

The busiest one's 

Seem like on drugs

Maniacal

In their own world

Where cafe purgatory 

Smells delightful.

She seeps into the pores of it all

And brings more magic out of this

To cause a sparkle in it 

This in not boring

No boring is.

Opinion: Mars was kept as God of War with lost other meanings by the Greeks.

Mars represents to me a human being in full strength

May be dangerous because of this

But the God of War is also the God of Peace

Mars does not lie about our capacity to do harm

It is obvious to this God or even Goddess

But to glory in our glory is what Mars is all about

For me anyway.

It began two years ago.

This powerful force

Caused major quakes in the air

And it was as if one happened like a tsunami

I hope you not to scare you

Angels are real.

For the record.

The angels came

Like a blind white light

Angels might

Fills the mind with confusion

Restless nights

With a gentle fury

Like liquid lightening

Almost frightening

Everywhere they were

And the heart knew they were here

And I wonder if they left

And if they left any tracks

The angels came

All seven of them

Their reasons mysterious

Breaking past any barrier

Any evil just broke like glass

Upon their arrival

In seconds they swept the globe

As if by many nuclear explosions

Lighting up parts of the mind of us all

Till dizzy and free for new highs

I am telling you as a witness that about three weeks ago

The angels came

I don't know why

And you may think I am crazy.

No this is real

The waves surged everywhere

People were mildly shocked

As the angels swept through earth

We have a new hope

Now

You may think I am crazy

But believe me that an energy came

Sleep was disrupted

Everything has changed

Just notice what demons remain

The angels came.

Sexy is the say so 

Nails digging into the coffee cup

As the love 

She holds the feeling

Of a dream long ago

It was growing over the glass roof

There was a zero appearing

Nothing ad infidium 

Wait for something

Angels in the air 

Waiting.

Stranger in a Strange Land

Rules on how to be annoying in your city home:

In order to be annoying in a city environment you must:

One:  Act like you know shit that is important.

two:  Act like you are more important than others for no reason.

three:  Act like you are too important to pay attention to anyone.

four:  Have some fashion that show that you really are important.

five:  Show no moments of interest in anyone except your important people.

six:  Read books that have important titles.

seven:  Make sure that you remain cool headed and cold blooded at all times.

eight:  Keep your sexual desires completely hidden even from yourself.

nine:  Avoid wearing colors and look down on people who do.

ten:  Sound interesting while never saying anything really original.

eleven:  If you are a woman add nothing to show that you are feminine.

Twelve:  Sun glasses are a plus and full arms tatoos can work wonders if you feel down.

Thirteen:  Learn how to be insensitive and rob people of their mental space and positivity.

fourteen:  Show some sign that you are a person of bad ass fashion like unusual hair of side burns.

fifteen:  When you walk don't walk fast, but slowly.

sixteen:  Beware of bald people.

seventeen:  And most of all act like you have your life together and that you don't give a fuck.

Humanism may be rising, but I can't see our humanity everywhere..

Everywhere is dearth

Grime lost in the cracks

Falling through them

Eyes with out eyes

I can't write anymore

It is not a world for poets.

No mermaids came

Far away from life

In a place of the sane

Here the city has a voice

I try to remain positive

But ask myself 

Why is it I live

But to to live

The ghosts may not be zombies

But I still don't like them 

I sense no story 

And passion.