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Would you still the still of the night?
Still, steal the still of the night
And still my heart.

Would you void the void in my heart?
Still, steal the steel of the night
And steel my heart.

Would you fix the fix in my life?
Still, steal the steal of the night
And steal my heart.

When a whole was never whole
Wholly wrapped in waste-paper.

Breaking a broken bone
Beats broken-ness to batters.

Break the whole
That was wholly broken.

Wholly broken.

As fatigue besets, so begets unrest.
And as night bids, so rids sleep.

The breath of the breathless sings no song
And the song of the breathless breathes lifeless.

The voiceless voice of a forgotten throe;
Beckons one on himself turn foe.

Too many wandering words, too many stray steps.
Is there a way back, is there a way forward?

Love like water that nourishes.
Love like water that flows effortlessly.
Love like water that cleanses and refreshes.
Love like water that quenches and satisfies.
Love like water that evaporates, but always returns.
And how does one express love?

A half-filled glass?
A tranquil lake?
A gentle stream?
A rapid river?
A playful splash?
A giant wave?
A teasing drizzle?
A dazzling thunderstorm?
And how does one know love?

Love like water, the source of thirst.
Love like water, the quencher of thirst.
Love like water, the conqueror of lives.
Love like water, the source of life.
And love.

Like water, love is mobile.
Like water, love is stagnant.
Like water, love is scarce.
Like water, love is bountiful.
Like water, love is polluted.
Like water, love is pure.
So love.

The Other Side
A beautiful place, many wonders.
Unparalleled beauty, a world without parallels.
The Other Side of this
Side-ways to reality.

The Other Side
It's the place to be.
Some call it "Heaven", some call it "Paradise"
The Other Side is just
Side-ways to reality.

The Other Side
Where it might, where it will.
Such miraculous ambiguity, it's hardly imaginable.
The Other Side of me
Side-ways to reality.

It is
The smile that grins so wide my cheeks are firm and roseate.
That, to me, you give.

It is
The discourse so easy my stammer is cured.
That, to me, you give.

It is
The sight of beauty so complete my vision clears.
That, to me, you give.

It is
The beating of the heart so fast I am fit.
That, to me, you give.

It is
The time that passes so quickly I age slower and grow young.
That, to me, you give.

It is
The happiness so abundant it fills to the brim of the heart
And overflows, overflows.

The source that never dries;
It may never flow.
That which you give to me;
That, to me, you cannot give.

I want you
I want you to see me
I want you to hear me
I want you to smell me
I want you to touch me
I want you to taste me
I want you to think of me
I want you to love me
I want you

I want you
I want you to see my gaze at you
I want you to hear my song for you
I want you to smell the cologne I wear for you
I want you to touch my heart for you
I want you to taste my desire for you
I want you to think of my thoughts of you
I want you to love my love for you.
I want you

I want you
I want to be seen with you
I want to be heard singing with you
I want to be smelt carrying the fragrance of you
I want to be touched with the touch of you
I want to be tasted with a pinch of you
I want to be thought of as a part of you
I want to be loved by you
I want you

I want you
I want you to want me
I want what you want
I am not what you want

I want you
Therefore I want not what I want

Have you ever listened to the wind whisper?
The murmur of the empty caper?
Listen carefully and you will see;
It's a foregone conclusion.

Have you ever listened to ice speak?
Cold gasps from a blistery peak?
Pay dilligence and you will find;
It's a foregone conclusion.

Have you ever listened to darkness' call?
Hollow creaks from a blind wall?
Knock softly on and you will know;
It's a foregone conclusion.

Seasons change or so they say,
Never though would I agree.
Day to Night and Night to Day,
Yet no change is plain to see.

Spring and Autumn's pleasant death,
Bring forth news of more despair.
Summer, Winter's hearty wreath,
Celebrate some teary flair.

But when I see the seasons change,
I see not why they term it so.
For truth be told it sure is strange,
When change repeats itself, or no?

No doubts to what next season brings,
Flowers, snow, or falling leaves.
A scorching sun that always stings;
Man will find more song to grief.

The crystal that cuts,
It's diamond, I think.
Till when I go nuts about those great lights
Will ten thousand watts bolt out of the night.

Some metal some wood,
Crystal or Human.
It's not just a prude sets right with the tone
A but beaming mood shaped just like a cone.


Do you, do you
Really, really do?

Like metal, wood, diamond
Or Human. But
Same are they But
Unique every way.


Glorious and full
After the tool.
For when I am a tool or two
Will you perchance, gloriously full.