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All are brilliant..            have the potential to be brilliantperhaps through the physical,perhaps through the mental,perhaps through kindness,or perhapsthrough life.If, perchance, one is not knowing of one’s brilliance,            perchance, see one’s brilliance as life                        and how one joys life.

life is beyond religions..yet life is religions.. to live,to act,to think,to behave,to die,to bewithin constant questioning of the effects of your actionsupon all everything..but do not take the weight of constant questioningas though it is a must..take the weight of constant questioningas thought it is a way of expressingof knowing your expressionsyour motives, your being, [...]

i watched a leaf fall yesterday,flutter-find its way to ground as though these eyes were puppeteer drunk in amusement;upon its resting, i stared,finding leaf’s path to be unseen in air yetthere in thought, in motion of eye,as though these thoughts were but mirrored movementempty yet over-filling resevoir ’til snap!,these words, like leaf, lie in rest [...]

upon this empty page my heart fills the cornersas though a thousand words shoot through these fingersclick click clickclick click clicktap tap taptap tap taptap tap tapjust go just go just gojust keep this rhythm let me see itlet me feel itlet me hold on long enoughto see your face at the end of this [...]

gold, sun-shone veilpartsto give view of You,Angel,wing’ed bringer of pulse’d rhythm,bearer of Smilebeyond lips;as i am Your feveredgravityYou are myExpanse,myGalaxy of starswith warmth of One..Smile, You, my Aniol, mySuns..

my click-clack, white-black friend swirls in thought,nudging wrist with paw, with nose, with belly andears tap-wagging to blink-red of eye..hah! how you mock these wordsas though never matching of you they could be;waddle your way ‘cross top of deskand find my thoughts still,my motor-driven, parrot friend!

you:crease of lips grown loud in smile,wing’ed light of breeze in still,thief of thought forgiven and forgiving more;fall to me,laugh to me,be with me;may these hands be but lovers of your skin,may these lips be but strummings of your breath,may these words be but servants of your energy..

the blink of this curser tags my thoughtsas though incompleteyeti want to stopbutstill this blinkingrages within meragesalong the screendancing with these words in push of thoughtyeti want to stopbutstill this blinking curser finds my fingers to be in pause, alone,‘less full this barred curser remains

every wordevery word every breathevery breath lands lightly                 on your ear; oh,     for every word,     for every breath     to be placed upon                              your ‘lobes                                             in rest of lips; oh,     for every                 word,     for every breath     to fall ‘long your thoughts,                                          to lay as in the softened grass                                                                                     grown silk; oh,    for every word,    for every                 breath    to be as brushing [...]

8] you walked along these halls,a night in mind;you knocked down these photographs,hoping to replace every one withyours andwith mine;you left the windows open,spilling the forgotten dreamsyou shed like leavesall alongthis over-lackered hallway–only afteri realizedi never saw your lips fain happiness–and now is too late–the clock’s handscover our only window;perhaps you couldinhale,inhale,exhalethe words you knowbelong [...]