Marooned.

I loved only you,

And I have repeated these words,

every couple of years,

to beautiful people,

with selfish hearts.

I have raged battles with myself,

And they were all broken,
But i did go through lovers,
I loved them all,
These tides refuse to die down,

convoluted intricacies of this heart,

has made me a common fool

who falls in love at every chance

with beautiful broken souls,

with sharper edges and fresh wounds,

My delicate skin stood no chance,

My heart not even there.

Like changing seasons,

I floated anchor less,

from one love to another.

I offered them my soul,

a bit broken, a little bruised.

but i tried, with another hopeful smile

And I am back trying again.

this heart still craves,

for another broken soul

that completes this self, makes it whole

with the edges still sharp,

and the wounds forever fresh.

A Moonshine lust.

Under this blanket
And your spell.
Your naked skin,
Makes me want.
To roam free
On your body.
To touch every knot,
Inches apart.
To hold you tight,
With all my might.
Let me sleep,
On your bosom.
Let me feel,
All your warmth.
Let our bodies intertwine,
Hold on now
Yours against mine.

The Painter.

Her naked skin trembles beneath his touch. And he was touching it all. Each fold. Each knot. He took his time. He was trying to consume her through his fingers. His eyes closed. And his hands free.
He painted her first in his mind. He wanted to perfect that image before he put it on to the canvas.
He wanted to burn it inside his soul. And duplicate when needed.  He was the painter. She was his muse.

She had a home. A family. Children to look after. Chores to complete. What was she doing here? She asked herself this a million times. And she knew the answer. The gold was too hard to come by. And there was the harsh winter to get through.  She lay still while he roamed free.

He did not love her. It was not even lust. He admired the creation that was in front of him. Perfect in structure. The eyes. The lips. The face. He cut her across in every angle and saw symmetry. He knew this was the master painters greatest creation. And he knew it was a crime to try imitate the master.

And so she lay there. Each night. And he worshipped her. Each night.

Tat-tvam-asi

I am black as the night.
All encompassing darkness.
A consciousness awake.
A Life consumed.

I am broken once again.
Almost whole.
Almost white.
Scattered once again.

I am at the centre.
I am the center.
This universe exists through me.
I am this Universe.
And the Next.

As I am everything else in it.
And beyond it.

The creator and the destroyer.
The actor and the audience.
The master and the slave.
The book and its author.

I am It,
And It is I.

Good Night Timey Wimey.

Close your eyes love,
enough of this darkness.
Let us rise to light again,
Let's fall in love again.

Hold on to me,
while we drift away.
Into the unknown sea,
wake into another day.

Dream on now,
we're almost there.
Together as we imagined,
breaking into the dawn.

Close your eyes love,
Let me hold you.
Nothing more to fear,
The daybreak is finally here.

Apocalypse. Reset.

Let it all burn.

Desire, Ambition, Passion, Love.

Nothing survives.

No, not even hope.

Creation with death.

Destruction with hope.

Take it all away.

Strip them all.

None survives.

No Gods, No devil.

Nor prayers answered.

Nothing remains.

Everything dies.

A small bloop in the universe.

End of time.

And Reset.

Consciousness aches to know whats at the other end. 

What comes after? 

Is this all that one could do in life? 

Be something close to nothing. 

Be nothing.

The enormity of the universe weighs down on his shoulder. 

A tiny blot,

not strong enough to make a wave.

And nothing matters.

So why try?

Why believe this world will reward you.

And with what?

Does anything matter on a cosmic scale?

Does the taste of coffee matter to another conscious being?

What is taste for that matter?

And matter?

I am letting you go.

These questions cannot be answered.

Not in this lifetime. 

Not by a human.

Nothing matters on a cosmic scale.

Remember.

Our eternity. Yours and mine.

Under this Open sky,

with its billion stars dying upon us,

I will wait with you,

For our eternity. 

Our intertwined destinies,

Spread across the stars,

As stardust on our lives,

Reaching far across the skies. 

Come now lover,

It's time to leave,

This beautiful place,

And this eternal space.

Come with me,

Those stars are waiting,

To be conquered.

And we'll return,

When they all have been.

For this eternity is ours.

Yours and mine,

Under this open sky,

With its billion stars dying upon us.