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Magic In the Starlight

Why did you forge me from the infinite sky?
Neutron stars power my soul's cry
Under the stars I question the night
Guided by spheres and utopian light

Infinite Alien Sky

Ok maybe it's a Hot Wheels dream where nothing is as it seems...

Pretty Little Flowers

Teach me how to rise above these ruins, am I the last of my tribe standing?

Alien Rescue

This is when day gives in to night
With this kiss everything feels right
In the distance birds are watching us too no resistance
I'm speaking truth blue lost in your eyes of cerulean hue
Where my heart finds its perfect view

Perfect View

Hydroponic Garden

Under the cover of our virtue we lie to you.

The Defiance Of Youth

Corrupting the interface, I'm losing track of time.

Breaking The Machine

I became no one, 
a man without a name, 
a teardrop falling through nothing at all

Follow The Moon Home

The thunder and lightning are piercing the skylight.

Supervillain

Cosmic Creations

Look at the moon tonight
So bright in the sky
It almost hurts my eyes

Feel how the cold air swims
Under a prowling midnight sun

Awareness of the chains that bind
Of the limitations of the mind

We set it all free now

Let every ripple of regret
Fall like a moonlet
Slipping through Saturn's rings

This journey that we're on
Can be such a lonely one
But there is joyful melody
Bursting from your soul

And you are standing next to me
With starlight in your eyes

A never ending memory
That stands the test of time

There is no way to say
What you mean to me
But can you see
The moonshine in the sky?

Yes, everything's alright.


Ripples Of Regret

Cosmic Love

When shackles of existence bind you to
A chorus of crows cackling in your own mind

The crackle of resistance will find you too
A gauntlet of thirst, even if there's no time

When towering kingdoms crumble into nothingness
All that remains is the ghost of a shattered past

History on repeat
Brings us to our feet

Ghost Of A Shattered Past

28000 Light Years From The Galactic Center
Something Stirs In The Darkness

Cradled inside a teardrop   
Pulling the half moon closer   
Ancient caverns   patient eons   
Meteors build quantum worldlines   

Eyes absorbing pale reflections of the sun   

The arc of history
A molecular clock ticking to the beat 
Of an accelerating cosmos   
Deep cypher carved from the pain of loss
A repair manual for the heart left open   

Moments of knowing floating down 
The river of life like paper candles
Drifting towards the horizon

Something Stirs In The Darkness

Starship one a journey beyond the extraordinary
She left with heartbreak that builds upon the horizon 
Like an avenging angel

Chart your own path to the stars
One world is not enough 

Let's watch the cosmos dance 
Beyond the planets and mars

Binary sunsets and plasmatron docks
Moon cities tidally locked
Deep in the black 
And taking a wormhole back

Chart your own path to the stars
One world is not enough 

Let's watch the cosmos dance 
Beyond the planets and mars

Watch The Cosmos Dance

Cauldron Of Stars

Dancing To The Stellar Frequency Of NGC 7317


Our hearts dance nearer and nearer still, 
Mesmerized by wave after wave of hunger and fulfillment, 
Hunger and fulfillment 

As all the stars of the universe 
Eloquently coax planets into nests of love, 
How they sparkle in your astounding eyes, 
Eating away at the splintered darkness like hearthfire


Hunger And Fulfillment

Awaiting Andromeda

Superior genetic architecture
Hiding in the glare of the sun  

A black-skirted spaceship
Jumping from star to star

Nanotech dreams hidden behind  
The black majesty of space 

Here swirling rainbows of matter 
Beautifully punctuate the expanding darkness

See how the blazing bonfire
Of our minds dances on and on

From the crumbling ashes 
Of destruction

We are two
Reborn as one

Untamed spirits that sing to each other
as we chase the speed of light

And words are never enough

But focus for a moment
On the holographic planet in my hand
And destination's unknown

Antimatter powers up
And destination's unknown

We are two
Reborn as one



Duality

Spell it out with your lips
Here underneath the starry sky

May each letter last a lifetime
A heart's release of nervous butterflies 
In the exalted dimension of Love 

Taste the kiss of hunger
Witness the wondrous touch 
For your words swirl around 
Me like falling moons
Glowing orbs afloat on a distant sea

Starry


I accidentally filled her mind with serenading cicadas that erupted on El Dia De Los Muertosa piñata swarm of insects, their nightmarish candy forms eating away all the love in the universe, splitting me into two broken halves, heart snapping like the thunderous crack of the lumberjack’s axe.   Echoes, echoes reverberate through a forest we used to call home, where her eyes would blink like fireflies in the night, where the alluring tug of her voice would spin silky illusions of kaleidoscopic renewal
Butterfly wings full of peering eyes, the precious gift of true sight given then taken, the other half of me struggling through the encroaching amber of a parallel world, crawling like a lonesome ladybug down the trunk of tree, oblivious to gravity in some small, dainty way.   Smiles are everything I so long to be, and they stretched out like infinity’s caress as I felt the slow thirsty dance of her vivacious mind, that juke joint of the soul, ripe fruit underneath mistletoe, kissing me like it might put out all the fires burning across the land, 
like we were the last match in a galactic cave of darkness, the hope of all mankind boiled down to a single, fiery instant.   The tantalizing flow of her heart dress seemed to yearn for a more intimate glimpse of this strange bag of quarks: the tattered remnants of my fallible, damaged soul, a laughable patchwork of everything under the sun that means to be human, a lumbering fusion doing a cadaverous macarena across the slippery linoleum of the universe; yet the sound of a soul bifurcating into both midnight and noon can deafen eardrums and dry up the most passionate waterways, sending even the most beautiful rainbows of delicate intention to an early grave.

Mind Dance

Dream Thief

In the stillness of the phantom glow
Shadows weave their tales in starless skies,

On windstreams wild, I hear the call,
Clouds of dawn break easy, like whispered sighs,
Love paints the heavens in otherworldly art,
Origami skies that cradle my heart.

I serve where your radiance reigns,
A swarm of worlds behind your face 

Hallowed stairwells climb to starry heights,
Palatial echoes hum through velvet nights.

moonlight calls where flickering flames sing.
Through cities bright, where myths and machines blend,
I ride the dark, where starlight has no end.

Origami Skies

In the hush of twilight’s breath,
where starlight spills like whispered truths,
love unfurls its fragile wings,
a quiet rebellion against the weight of time.

A girl, spun from comet trails and dew,
weaves promises into the night’s soft fabric.
A boy, carved from stardust’s yearning,
searches the cosmos for a tongue to speak his heart.

Their shadows sway,
entwined beneath a sky that hums with secrets.
No horizon holds them—
their fleet of dreams sails beyond the edge.

She whispers,
“Let me shape you into the bloom you’ve always been—
a petal of fire, a root of sky.”
And he, trembling, nods,
his soul already alight with her colors.

Together they rise,
painting the void with strokes of Mars’ red glow,
swirling galaxies into spirals of hope.
The night cradles them,
its darkness a canvas for their restless light.

In the silence, their voices soar—
not words, but echoes of a thousand lives,
kisses that taste of hunger and wonder,
moons that drift like lanterns on a boundless sea.

No clock can bind them,
no veil can dim their flame.
In the labyrinth of stars,
they weave a tapestry of heartbeats,
each pulse a thread,
each breath a vow to never fade.

So let the night hold their wild, unbroken souls,
and let love’s letters linger,
etched in the glow of falling moons,
a spell that lasts beyond the sky.


Celestial Bloom

One galactic circuit
Where time grows still
Running from haunted hearts 

We put it in digital overdrive
Frequencies scream through the night
Running from the void
In this endless chase

We dance in the dark, to a broken beat
Wired to the nines where  cold and fire meet
Synchronized chaos, falling apart
Trapped in the rhythm of a dying heart

Holographic memories flicker on the screen
Ghosts of who we were in a shattered machine
Machine sky bleeds system’s crashing down
Voices in the static, a deafening sound

Reboot the soul as we lose control
In the pulse of the night
We make it alright

One Galactic Circuit

Bunny Steps

those forgotten days
The skyline weeps
and shadows twist
as we chase the beat 

that digital sea full of 
Defiant ghosts 

our rebel hearts 
under a moonless sky

The dawn may rise, 
but we own the night
Beneath the weight 
of a fractured lie

We paint our truth 
where the heavens bend,
Through storms of static 
and skies of stone,
We build a world that never ends

In the hush of night, our spirits soar,
Boundless, unbroken, forevermore

Forgotten Days

The wonderment of your eyes gazing starward.

Ancient Lovers

hearts dangled over the abyss   perishing flames of disconnection   ripened in a primate's reticent eyes   hungry ticks   of the clock   stalking shadow   length of day creeping across the blooming flowers which lean so desperately toward the striking sun   yet   for all the scintillation reality is bound up   in ravenous restraints     binding all those that traipse upon this planet of rock and water   I   the outcast   am   unshackled   untethered   from the masses   reaching out into   the snowy twilight   sculpting glistening monuments to the beauty of the moment   to the voracious glory   of letting go     sunset-tinged rafts   head downriver   gorgeous   in their rambunctiousness   yet fear is king   here   no matter how beautiful the garden vista   so to hell with convention and hesitation   love me like a teenager drunk with naive belief   for there is truth there that scales all the emotional fortresses   we build up in adulthood   destroying all the complexities of our scarred scared places   destiny sears our tearful eyes with loneliness   but know that we are the ones who are righteous   for a truly open heart always gives everything   spring's final bloom in a field of decaying wildflowers   a supernova remnant barreling wildly into the cosmic unknown   a redolent bouquet   of stellar humanity light years wide   a vivid culmination of lusciousness   flailing through space-time like a drowning question mark   why is the road   so very long   and why   must I always traverse it     alone                  



The Road So Very Long

The rivulets of water pool at our wondering feet. Vibrant moss cushions the dark event horizons that unceremoniously yank us inward like lost children finally found. Haphazard flight paths of insects spasmodically surge nearer, urging our own hands and eyes to react, and somehow in the reflexiveness of those twin human movements both of us realize that the Now we currently share cannot surpass the devastating chasm that the earthquake of Us has inevitably opened up. Azure firelight flickers above, memories of tears and bare skin kisses descend like drunken leaves from distant peaks. Somewhere below us a sea of mycelium flourishes, communicating in the language we wish we'd possessed long ago, pheremones of instinctual gravity networked to perfection, something to smooth out all the crags and crevices of our rambunctious emotional landscapes, transmogrifying the immutable selfishness of mammals into purposeful, harmonious intent. Still, we kiss without restraint, staring down the shattered remnants of our romantic souls like hungry predators. Rivulets of water pool at our wondering feet. Vibrant moss cushions the dark event horizons that unceremoniously yank us inward like lost children finally found. And for an precarious instant we are one, suspended on the ripe cliff's edge, and not giving a damn whether or not we fall into the ominous depths below.

Finally Found

when everything in the world tears us apart, there is comfort in knowing what shall always sustain us
the lepers of disinformation the hungry harried heavy soil fecund and waiting wandering toes squishing the dirt of the past icy eyes underneath a frozen hello sky morbid curses cried out in the middle of a monsoon nightmare weightlessly erupting like furniture dropped from orbit peace and whispered kisses shaped like earlobes hearing unfulfilled desires glide and splash like ancient coins dropped into long-forgotten wishing wells I am overgrown with the landscape of future disasters this caricature of humanity a patchwork scarecrow leaking vintage ruminations like old straw from dilapidated pants like steady trains from stations departed a deep octave that chugs along pulling hearts and leaving those behind with the sounds of robust machinery and the sight of billowing smoke in the distance the passage of time hiding in the clouds high above folded against her beating chest like the locket of his hair that sings a song of consolation a blossoming love symphony that even transcends the way the horizon seems to float away like a zeppelin filled with only goodbyes

I Am Overgrown With The Landscape Of Future Disasters

Waves Shimmering Under A Shattered Moon

Gridlock

Arc Of History

Beneath the weight of monsoon nightmares,
The soil, heavy and harried, groans,
Fecund with secrets, squishing beneath
Wandering toes that stir the past’s dirt.
Icy eyes peer from a frozen hello sky,
Morbid curses flung into the storm’s roar.
A patchwork scarecrow, leaking straw,
Stands sentinel over fields of rumor.
Vintage ruminations spill like old wine,
Drenching the earth in whispered kisses.
Furniture falls from orbit, weightless,
Crashing into the heart’s forgotten wells.
The horizon floats, a zeppelin of goodbyes,
Carrying love’s locket, her hair inside.
Trains chug, pulling hearts from stations,
Billowing smoke into clouds of time.
I am overgrown, a landscape of ruin,
Caricature of humanity, stitched and torn.
Yet in the dirt, a seed of comfort grows,
Sustaining through the world’s cruel tears.
Ancient coins glint in unfulfilled desires,
Splashing into wells of lost promises.
The earth holds me, heavy, waiting,
For love’s symphony to bloom again.

I Am A Scarecrow, Seen Through The World's Tears

The ground’s heavy with last night’s rain,
Muddy boots sink where the heart’s been slain.
Fertile soil, churned by lonesome feet,
Holds the weight of promises we couldn’t keep.
Icy eyes stare through a whiskey-soaked dawn,
Curses howled where the river runs strong.
A scarecrow sags, straw spillin’ like tears,
Leakin’ old memories, haunted by years.
The blues hum low, a freight train’s moan,
Draggin’ my soul from a lover’s gone.
Broken chairs crash from a heartache’s height,
Landin’ in puddles of yesterday’s fight.
Horizon’s heavy, a gray shroud of pain,
Her locket swings, holdin’ locks of rain.
Trains rumble past, leavin’ dust and ache,
Smoke curls up where my dreams break.
I’m overgrown with fields of regret,
A patched-up man, payin’ love’s debt.
Still, in the mud, a spark holds tight,
Singin’ soft comfort through the long, cold night.
Old coins rust in wells of desire,
Their wishes drowned in a heart’s quagmire.
This road’s my home, gritty and worn,
Singin’ the blues ‘til my soul’s reborn.

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