Spare me gothic horrifics

Love can seem so transparent

As if looking into plastic

Don't see love as any normal thing

Cradle it like a baby

Soon the THERE is a turn in the road

It turns alone on its own

There like a deer

Winking at you as if human

The next day the plan is plain

Like a return to the plains

Is like a journey into space

Do you want a key to life

If the sun had more time

Would it touch the soul

Realize the poem is a living thing

It numbers

It wonders

You can make thunder

I can feel that lightning

Is the safest form of torture

A weird kind of pleasure

As if like a movie picture

We had watched before

Had the gray sky's came

Yet hope came instead

Here we go pathways

Follow the spiralling glow

Make the water seem more

Return to the sounds of life

Let them surround you and make it

Make it easy

Lay on grass with a cross

The golden robot cross

See it walk into the waves

As you would escape as ice

Drawing the waters up

Turn your heart around

All around the sky parts

They dance Into liquid hearts.

So the same street was not

They were strange places

Enemies lurking in their cages

Yet there you find a secret

There

That is where it hides

Secrets must hide

Then a world appears

You have no idea

The most unusual circle in the world

The slumber party is over

The rain will return

My heart will meet yours

You will see me crying

You will experience mercy

I am the eastern Sun

Angels singing and spinning

You were the Tao

I held you in a stormy pedal wave

Fear evaporating into love

Eagles return

Your door in the sand opens

I make haste with my feet

Love listen for chanting

Beloved BE

Bubbles rise in triumph

Hands touching romantically in green light

Dream again or forever hold your peace.

Ambition can turn into an addiction.

LOVE IS THE REAL THING.

 Motionless within summer leaves

The gray kitty sneezed

As the frost melts

The trees come alive

We all see the dream clearly

As the moon and the sun

Turn.

Tonight I wll investigate Doctor Jeckle for adaptation.

It is clear to me

We need to let cows roam through the city and make luxurious cow patties.

In some weird way I've been into math recently.

I think I have found myself counting thing more than any time in tiny adult life.  The city I am living in is becoming some form of numbers game probably in an attempt to to create order in a very diverse and hard to predict environment.  I'm learning a lot but mainly why children are so grateful that cartoons were invented.

What if the computers are turning us into robots?$?