There will always be a You for you to talk, judge, correct, and make a You all by you. That is all, that shall all be all.

What I ain't AM.

Do it, this how not to be
These walking sticks sold and
bought by you from
politicians and all, and all
You need air in your 
lungs
Draw it more and more
right now
Release a Hostage

Do it, this how not to be
Confused
Confusions have energy to
make me laugh
I laugh, oh! I laugh
And hard

Do it, this how not to be
Thinking a How
Rather experience
for it can never stop
Never,
Focus moves
And you the life moves
And it takes place, actions
happening all the time

Do it, this how not to be
rigid
A being walks, dances and breaks
into raptures, 
Flexibility is reality
Enjoy it

Do it, this how not to be
What I ain't AM

A Movie Star.

A movie star
played out the script
I watched him in the movie
In the cool lush dark

Had my hot coffee in
the dark
I laughed, felt anxiety
Reacted to- I was in this
situation too
Making it up in the moment
As if I was in the movie too

Lights came on, walking out
I was still in that happening
Mind in a whirl
Wanting to laugh, cry and
talk

I lightened up in the light
Walked in the focus of the
movie star
A tidy existence in harmony
Of what I could be
What I could be

A movie star
Me, yes,
Always watching me in a movie,
Witness witnessed.

Jealousy

Jealousy, and experiencing it can-
-Make me burn and destroy me
-Make me brush it aside and call it natural in me
-Make me learn a New Me in Me

Am I What You Are Not and 
Solutions if they don't help then they
Are never valid

An attempt to understand me
Will leave me with me, in all ways.

IF

If I was life, then
I was never born
I would never die

If I was life, then
I would be a You, You and You
I would be a happening 

If I was life, then
I would never have a tomorrow
I would have never come from a
yesterday

If I was life, then
I would look
I would stand

If I was life, then
I would defy chance
I would know of two

IF

I

Love stories are never disconnected
This you, one with it,
Is more than these.

I sometimes register eroding
Feelings of questions and needs
Makes possible to see
There are no discoveries
Just a play
And I The Play
That unfolds

Naturally I feel a source
That seems out of place
Yet in love
Made from decisions
Which relaxes me into
A love story

I know no way
What happens is when
it works
It looks like a way
But I was always ready
To be in one love story
For I won a lottery 
When first I opened
My eyes to all that was
already here

Nothing can be a I
Till I hold a quality to that
I

Would the hate come back again
I saw it loose in words of revenge
 
The shadow runs faster
While I wait
She knows all of love
I still have to learn

Open the doors
Am willing as the sun
Is she waiting
For I have a lamp for her
To read

Write my hearts says -
Of my love
They will have wings 
Strong and mighty
They would travel distant lands
Where they will light up nights with 
a million suns.

Being A Chaste?

Being a chaste?
The whole world riddled
Betraying infidels

Strange are few
Drunk they remain
Stay, stay shout the skies
As they remain in love, there
In there
Claps are responded by dances
They
Open up paths
Yes, they do
I know a song 
A lover once sang
Of a love that spoke about a
Raving heart


Being a chaste?
For that destiny that
Dreams defying love as such
No lights there
None
The levels of dreams
Light it up
All the paths the infidels
Think to be impossible

The Closet

The closet was a home
To damaged tears
The closet was supposed to
be burnt to dust
It protected itself
And tried to be kind
To be nice

Fears and lusts
All in the locker
locked
Bastards and spiritual
rubbish
All rolled in the closet
In a sensual satisfaction

Each day a morning leaned against it
It's ancestors voice wanted
to know more about
A broken pencil and
and a paper torn
About freedom from the known

I worked inside it
Tried to figure all
the harm
The light always dark
Around the spiders hid
All that was rubbish

The closet was
one born to filth
Stood now still
The winter was certain
The bones chilled
A reality waited as a home
An answer waited to be unlocked

What would happen?
It would only burn to dust.

The Hubble Bubble

Galaxies and clouds
All in the telescope
Something to see in the
tubes
On the outside all that exists
are dead lights

Seer searches the logic
Wanting to see the outsides
What it sees inside the tubes
Not there not here
Give it to my mind
I want to see it
Objectively

Make some sense please
The particle will always
move
In arrogance and in silence
I am in it
And it is what I want
From 
These tubes that form
These Galaxies and
These Clouds