Mostly

How does the little crocodiles

With their shining teeth

Find a swamp to dream in

Where the fish are

Lovely fishes from fishy kingdoms

How the wind would blow them in

Like spirits from the trees

Somewhere in a swamp

The crocodiles dream.

The leaking faucet was fixed

Sky was so blue

As if the possible

Was expanding new sounds

Soon the clouds will give way

Those dark clouds

Let the sun shine please

Through the doors

Though the windows

And into my room

The room within me.

Mind over matter...

Heart it!

There is no ready just when.

It means the drinks

Offer the same

Then later to flow faster

Backing from danger

The experience

The experiment

All signs point to:

Maximum joy.

Treat me well and you will be greatly rewared.

I work with a love system.

Melt with me.

Night was long and sweet

Not knowing exactly as a dead clock

Hands dangling like rotting flowers

In a panorama of melting colors

Into a world of wonders

Sex seems like a cloud of pastels

Eyes full of heaven

The winter snow was gone

Hold on

Hold on

Don't let go

Play the very best songs.

Mine oh my

I hear this sigh

In a hidden garden

It is me

Holding a dream

Wishing drips onto the land

For we to me

Our source of passion

Hands merging into people

Somethings slip away

Yet the creation of the day

Is more creation

Walking on air with

The beauty of calm.

Read for the love of reading.

I could..

Thoughts to please

Pink if you please

As like a drink I know

If Santa could be here now

Would he be wearing a crown

It runs on the grass

Making so sound

She hears only soft music now

Within the chambers of her heart

A caste according feelings

Lazy days along creeks

Day dreaming.