I love

We will talk about it. I delete and talk about it.

I care about deleting you and the repeats.... I swear, you don't care and you're stupid as hell for it.

Elves, you  care... Try.

I love you

The other night was full of poker.

The bar began swaying with a single sip of beer. My words became distorted, I began stumbling over each sentence and phrase drunk with absurdity. Small talk floods my veins. Two pool tables, each with a divergent feeling, crowd, genius...

Unafraid

There is a party. Alcohol is flowing like the Styx and Dionysus begins to drive his unaware worshippers into madness. Madness, that which goes against popular understanding. My feet travel forward, like Hermes with his magical sandals transcending into something new; a new realm, a new moment, a new now. My mind descends into philosophy and poetry as I humbly greet my night's acquaintances.

She is there.
"you and i are not snobs..."
And I begin to stare deeply into her eyes. She speaks to me with an air of familiarity. I look at her with a gaze of newness and freshness. Every gaze feels like a mystery.
"We are human beings;for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery,the mystery of growing:the mystery which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. "

I wander to find my solitude. I speak with someone else. A casual conversation with a face my mind has not a name for. This is entirely pleasant, a hyper-realist's swim in the waters of familiarity. The wine tickles my lips like a feather from the finger-tips of Dionysus. He departs to dance. I remain.

I hear a word of magic. The mystery. The unknown. My world spins as if I have stepped into a new reality, a new dimension. Conversation alters as if controlled by a switchboard reacting to my thoughts, my interpretation, my understanding. I plunge into the absurd.

"Miracles are to come. With you, I leave the remembrance of miracles..."

Sore

I feel overwhelemd by the love I feel for so many.
Sore beyond belief.
Sore.
Sore.
Sore.

I look beneath her eyes, I feel love.
I look beyond her eyes, I feel love.
I think about her voice, I feel love.

As I am alone.

Alone.

I reach a point where I reflect on my past, only to feel the love from
So many.
So many.
So many.

And now...

There is no one.

There is no one.

I am alone.


I feel love for so many...
How have they forgotten?

Living in memories while walking in picture frame valley.

For An Omniscient Omnipotent God....

Omni, from you I learn
My everything and more
Nearing you with every breath
I find you are everything


                   All powerful, for is this lamp not power
                   All powerful, for is this thought not power
                   All powerful, for is this reader not power
                   All knowing, for you must have before
                   Planned to teach me this...


Omni, true, I am always with you

Once Sung a Bird Named Free

For there is no balance where there is only pain
"Liberome"
For there is no balance where there is only joy
"Liberome"


For there is no balance where there is only free
"Liberome"
For there is no balance where there is only captivity
"Liberome"

For there is no balance where there is only form
"Liberome"
For there is no balance where there is only chaos
"Liberome"





                             Omni.... Omni....

Salvete Omni

My meditation is surrounded by nature,
Vivid veracity decorated by imagery
True from the hair shimmering from
Your name

Earth, you and your guests sing
To me, diving from expansive
Waters splishsplashing with word
Covered droplets echoing into a
Bird's song

"Laudo" I call outward, mind stretching
Toward your complete perfection
And here your wind echoes like
Water droplets with dancers as trees
Singing beautifully as brilliant birds fly near,
Louder, Louder

"Salvete, Omni" I greet your magnificence
Wholeheartedly knowing your presence is
Always around and speaking, praising
Omniscient and omnipotent powers as
I hear your song riding like feather's upon
A bird's swift wing with the breeze's thunderous
Always response

"Immortalis ductus" I am here to learn
Are you here to teach?


I hear nature's response become me

ee

"A natural citizen of immortality... He is a little more than everything,he is democracy;he is alive: he is ourselves.

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn,a human being;somebody who said to those near him,when his fingers would not hold a brush "tie it into my hand"-

Never the murdered finalities of wherewhen and yesno,impotent nongames of wrongright and rightwrong;never to gain or pause,never the soft adventure of undoom,greedy anguishes and cringing ecstasies of inexistence;never to rest and never to have:only to grow.

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question"

Books: Veritas "Ver iam"

There's no prompt, not here...
There's no theory, not directly...
There's some translation of living...
There's some approximation of existing...

Where here becomes else is
Where here coincides with me...
Where this universe is lost through possibility...

Here pages of words like spells open portals
Here multiverses are created, forever immortals.




I read these pages, these pages upon pages of texts... Each story a new world, a new reality, a universe not quite where I am, or not quite where I was. I recognize the fact that I am happy as I explore. The book closes, and I am taken away. I alter and transform the hand of reality, finding myself somewhere new. Inside of these pages I create. There are no restrictions, the world does not withhold the reader's imagination, at least until the pages close like a portal to somewhere beyond. Truth becomes an action and reaction from minds to ideas, thoughts, and creations.



Magic. Truth. Magic. Truth.

These two words are not so different, are they? The four look balanced together like a couple repeated. My pages overflow with magic. Poets recounting miracles explored, originators writing of loneliness and pain changing a world which once tried to change them, each exploring limitless truth and possibility. Escaping from a reality which refuses to accept- from there what occurs? One, in turn, refuses to accept it, altering the very fabric of reality. Some become overjoyed as this transformation occurs, as an individual grows beyond the grasp of their roots. There's a newness to this. New groups of people arise. Old groups react. Inwardly, they wish to force the other to return, to return to the mundaneness and stagnative existence of snobbery and unmagic, a world of untruth.

String Theories become a thread linking one from universe to universe, with a trail of words and pages, a trail of memories and shifted realities. Quantum physics begins to give power to a thought, where every thought becomes a thing creating, creating. Philosophy calls forth for a thinker's thoughts always proven by a prover. An author creates, originates this universe to a multiverse known only as truth. What the thinker thinks, the provers prove... Thoughts becoming things, becoming things...


Magic. Truth. Magic. Truth.

What could be more important than believing and allowing others to believe?

Magic. Truth. Magic. Truth.


A magician inquires, what sets us aside? Is it the loneliness, the pain, is it a reaction to a world which always has tried to force us to become something we're not? Is it the pain of knowing there's something inside of you which is different, or knowing there is something outside of you which is different? Is it being one who knows how to believe? Is it mere knowledge?



I listen as my thoughts collide with the world, changing, forming, morphing, creating...
I pick up a book, wishing only to learn more.

Veritas explore... iam, iam...

Sa (L'Ve) te

Two apart my heart and soul to i
to find You


So...l_ving

poems like riddles...




                                                                       






         clouds                                 cLouds
These nimbus clouds       These nimbus clouds
         clouds                                 cLouds
  
             L                                         P


                                                    R
                 A                                A
          U                                               i
              
               D                                    s
           A                                             E





Raining magnanimusly            puddles of drops...
 ...Adieu, Adieu...                    ...Adieu, Adieu...
   

"Thou Sing A Little Church... i"

Love, your embrace remains a wake
In the lake of my past. I make
Miniature ripples where I peer
Near enough to see near
Your heavenly eyes.
Distant love, nameless future,
Where am I to drive through
These lonely days? To lands of
Wishes? To the cloud guiding
Me to hear your perfect song?
To there where imagination watches
Our Lips touch as every flower
Kisses springs omnipotence...
Love, centered, you remain my core,
The altar to my secret temple,
The meaning behind my holiest hymn.

Love, where Always-Winter Warms
To Spring, comes beautifully a reawakening...

Sadness

Every Word

Every Word Remains

A Double Edged Sword

Every Thing Remains

Strangely Planned

As if I've learned to

Read the Fabrics of Fate's Illusion

With some Nietzscheian Zarathustraic fervor,

Getting my Advice from the sound of a pen

on Paper.

When Everything becomes a twisted mystery,

Am I always the detective?

Writing always turns with

Never-Ending Couplets...

Battling with the "Policeman of my mind"

Wondering how he has nothing better to do.

Sadness
 
Fleeing from emotional cloud covered eyes
My spirit travels like rain drops.
I am surrounded by the sadness of thoughts;
How was I ever good enough for you?


My sadness becomes a shield, a holy
Hymn, an eternal heartbeat, total Truth.
God, I miss these tears, this sadness,
This emotional purification- These tears sooth

So much pain, pain for me, Pain from...
These tears sooth like Rain... For me, for them....
Was I ever good enough?
Was I ever good enough for you,

For Thou...

Stretching
Reaching to my core
I find my center
Holy, complete, pure
Returning to enter
The center of my
Soul, as if exiting
My Form to walk
Within my heart.

Gazing, I look to heavens,
"Sky, how far dost Thou extend?"
Like a perfect stretch,
Glorious, Enormous, True...

descent

Been so high High took me to High
Like a God, like a Little god...
 Been so High had to learn how to soar
to descend and avoid
   a fall...
   a fall...

    like a bird, a little b(go)d
           A Perfect descent

God, I Miss You

Two

There is the one which knows

Love is always, forever,

Heavier than carrying the heavens,

I carry my love

There is two which recedes,

Fleeing your grace, faithfully,

Striving to forget you

to alleviate, not weight, but pain

Twisted exponential loneliness

Like a darkness which flees

Light's flickering recession,

Where I remain, patiently

Your always presence reminds me

Of your never presence, the way I hear

Your singing beyond my window,

Somehow apart like two halves

To a broken promise.

Magically, I Hear You

Magically, your voice pours forth,

Like a perfect dream, to caress

My Ears like a guitar playing

Our perfect love song

Transforming

Transforming

A dawning love transforms to nows...

Love, your ever-forever mystery,

Years of staring into your almond eyes,

Sorting through beginnings and medians

And futures where endings mean never.

Where evers become forevers become promises.

Best friend, where joy and happiness

Remain, always.

I am here,

Waiting...

Always your surgeon with words as my scalpel.

Your surgeon, your healer,

Your builder of castles,

Your crafter of fairy tales.

I shall love you as deep as blossoming

Prarie-Winkle Lillie's gazing through infinite

Stardust. I shall love you always and forever,

Through thick and through thin.

To cherish, to wait, to promise,

To stare into your pillow eyes

Of almonds....

My Hand Guides You

My hand guides you, seed of infinite growth,

To a small hole, where my tiny fingers, near

To your miniature formidability,

Cover you with

A quick gesture, where your birth begins with

Earth. Impalpable soil, your luscious dew filled

Embrace sinks to the core as blood pumps to give my heart a beat, encompassing, complete...

Here, almost suddenly, you spring forth, a statuesque pillar, a tower of earthly power.

I watch you comfortably extending above and outreaching my longest stretch.

One instant the size of a dew-droplet, the next, a

Ship the size of my love.

Where wind blows

Leaves like sails....

Her Smile

I found one moment complete

Reviving my heartbeat

A touch of softness, her hand

Reviving my heartbeat

My heartbeat, a renewing land

Reviving my heartbeat

Complete.

One touch became my return

From Heroes Underworld

Reviving my heartbeat,

Complete

Complete

All I Have Left Is To Love You

Who...

From Number Two

As the tempest in my soul shouts out and screams…

Rain falls from my eyes as I dream of your face

I search through my heart as if crawling through space.

With the sound of your voice an internal ear

I sort through the memories of all of our years.

Your face dances through my mind, yet it haunts me each second,

This oblique thing called love wasn’t one to be reckoned.

As this feeling of trepidation reaches my room,

Our love gets refined just as a rose slowly blooms.

I remember when I first saw you, your words captured my heart;

They filled me with happiness and joy from the start.

So the expansion of our hearts will unfold to renew

Love will be my compass as it guides me to you.

These quietly reminiscent days pass

Slowly, softly touching delicate glass

Stained cathedral ligaments set above 

Holy altars. These creations of love,

Monuments to ancient figures, crafted

To celebrate perfection perfected.

These long stained Sun enhanced holy windows,

These blooming colors, hues amber and rose,

Await breath from the holiest angles,

Breathing with colors like gifts from Angels.

Holy creations smooth and crystaline,

Elegant images ever-blessed to shine.

As Faith's sapphire irises create

Moments untranslatable, holy, pure.

i am the who who cares the no one who is there for you truth is i am true truthfully

points of nothingness are nothing with something for nothing knows not whether nothing is nothing without believing still exists

i begin entering a Google of paradoxes, where foxes cleverly

dabble through mythological philosophies, quadrants

of modernities oxymoronical electronic tetra religious mythologies,

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                                                                                                e

pace

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                                                                                               w s

                                then rapidly begins typing quickly again

                                                i am who knows

                                                                                                too

Shall we explain?

i am who i am

Google responds to:

woo2lovee woo2lovee woo2lovee woo2lovee woo2lovee woo2lovee

Without results...

I i T(w0) T(w0) T(w0 two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two two twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo twoo

with 2+2=5

Free me.

My tears have washed away like a storm

A storm where nature thrives to release

Where people long for fresh skies.

Next, nature pauses, softly, perfectly,

Wondering who to thank for tears.

To Imagine

There is some worldwide governing body

Where numbers are given, such as one

And Two... Imagine being one of them,

Explicitly deemed "Smartest Genius

of Geniuses."

You provide them with solutions,

Solutions trickle through an information

Storm drain, like a google search without

A response, or a library section without

Text.

"You're the only answer"

You hear them telling you.

You solve entertainment,

Global food,

Weather,

Peace (if only they would listen)

Jobs, too.

Oh, and theories... Theories which

Are Facts when Philosopher's wish.

Oh! Number one, and number two...

Who Knew, Turning

"I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance"

Who Defending a Chicken

"Happy fourth," she says to me,

walking into her house.

"Yeah..." is all strength allows me

to utter. Though, it may be

a beautiful moment of historical

equality;

A bird begins singing to me;

"Hear a song about my sisters;

They have been in captivity

for ages, and with the echoes

of revolution screaming through

the sky, I implore you

To think of my sisters."

"Some are crackling

after a life of prison (remember: to live

and to die)

There is a boom

and there are crackles

With an explosion of flames

fluttering in the firework

covered sky.

My mind focused on a bird,

struggling without hope

in this,

America, land of those

who say free.

"Līberōme!"

"Līberōte!"

they cry, and sing,

and crackle.

 I Turn

As a frozen chill slices through my body

I feel the sun upon my skin.

Repelling the warmth while digesting the cold,

I begin to shiver once again.

Teeth ch ch chattering from deep within my soul,

Cl cl clattering like a spoon on an empty bowl,

Cr cr crawling through a empty hole

Left inside my heart.

Too numb to feel, too dumb to think.

Too cold to move, too bold to sink.

Too weak to hope, too bleak to pray.

Too in love to die this way.

Cold hands move in front of frozen knees,

A warm sun shines through an icy breeze,

A cool wind blows through snow covered trees,

And I crawl on, too in love to freeze;

I'm too in love to freeze. 

Saving Lives

I remember being a child and reading historical documents regarding slavery, massive genocide, and humans without rights. I remember asking myself how anyone in their right mind could ever justify such things. I remember reflecting on the fact that during each instance, the majority of people supported such causes.

Now, I know.

In relation to America- Total number of (Per YEAR)…

Human deaths caused by animals: 124.35
Animal deaths caused by humans (Food consumption alone): 62 Billion

Just to show the numbers side by side…

                       124.35
62,000,000,000.00  

Does this seem just? Does this seem balanced? Does this seem like a good way for humans to exert power?

This is modern genocide, people need to learn.



Analogies: Freudian Anal Fixations
Well, the modern day Nazis eat their meat.
Grouping together, they do. Grouping together, they do.
Well, the modern day racists drink their milk.
Grouping together, they do. Grouping together, they do.

Beastiality and necromancy
Murder and concentration camps
Human induced slavery
History repeats itself,
Do you? Do you?


Meat is worse than murder.
It's true. It's true.

Veganism saves lives.

Do you? Do you?

OM-T(w)o who-m it ma(i_) mean something,

OM-T(w)o who-m it ma(i_) mean something,

It’s difficult to explain, to decide where to begin… My relatively third year, perhaps. Betwixt observations inside of the corporate chain, one connected to primarily McDonalds, Apple, Jamba Juice, partially Starbucks, one’s view of the entire nation and governmental structure begins to not only shift, but morph into a twisted-omniscientdisgustedallseeing-everything. We may discuss things such as panoptic structures, yet any discussing tends to bring forth accusations, mostly in terms paranoia, etc.. I am not blind to such things. The institutionalized America, corporate chains, essentially the fabric of American culture, tends to run, ruin, and shape, several lives. People are made and broken inside of the vicious chain, where people hide their motives like Hawks. Hoc ergo, quis incipio, ultravisavistuprobitas… Verti, Verto, Veritas Vivo. Cogito!!..! Where Rimbaud, Robert Anton, Rilke, cummings, Cavafy, even Petra ring forth like a liberamibell. How does one EXPLAIN!

Cavafy explains the cycle, “The same everywhere… we flee, only to find what we ran from more potently in front of our eyes.” The fear, to eliminate fear… There is a chain, with a peak. Aware in their own respects, every individual (LAUDA) begins to appreciate, respect, problematize, trap, and understand things in diverging manners. The idiosyncrasies (CRAS) of the modern fabric is used (sed) to exemplify the theory, to each his own. However, as a person begins to see, to view, to observe, one becomes…. How to explain! There is a peak, a ruling class who guides (SED) the (DURDING-PT.- Der... t-he) majority of lives with complete awareness; there is a funnel, with a peak, a tip, where a minority of only few control. Between a governmental election based (yet) around an electoral college, where votes are deviate from the common understanding of democratic equal voting, where laws apply only to the few, where degrees and majors are equipped beneath belts like a canon, where there is continual misunderstanding, confusion, and a general fleeting desire to simply avoid, there are the few who strive, stand out, and even silently alter the fabric like a thread upon a knitted cap. How to explain!.!.!!!

Power. Responsibility. Power. Responsibility. Power. Responsibility. Could this language (veritas) explain enough, a sufficient summary (VISUSSUM) to put another in a position to comprehend (C OM-PR). Here, I try to show bread like pain, demands from this non-existent barrier to fix this, to fix that, where mere guesstimations and calculations like summations integrated with physic _(Viv0) to optimize, equalize, and balance a system which (HIC) supports not the majority, even while few realize. How to explain!

…how to explain in terms for you to comprehend? You read these words and begin to inquire, is he c-ra-z-y? To this I respond a person seeking to explain may not always be understood, a poet, an originator, an artist, deserves to be analyzed for a reason, not merely casted aside. How to explain…. Open-mindedness compiling massive information from a series of disciplines- what for, one may inquire?- to find- complete. Per-HA-P.S. there is no clearer way to explain.

I found myself in a globalized household. I became an ambassador of sorts, a treaty maker, a preventer. Each person from a differing walk of life, a differing country, a differing ideological frame-work and level of comprehension; together the few of us began to intertwine knowledge. What forces (VIS) drove us together? Here we exceed the level of government structures, scholastic institutions, corporate governance, not a branch from our mere government… Not deviate completely, here is an important part not to be misunderstood- Each played their own role, naturally- it was a combination from a globalized perspective, not one government, multiple.

Vis a vis…

I was in the process of completing a few books, and creating new ones. It was decided a semester of school was less important. There was something unexplainable, writing beyond a bible, beyond scripture. The plan was- graduate on time, with the class of 2012, and spend a semester focusing on nothing aside from… From… Art. How to explain…

I began showing up to classes. I went to the classes which had the most significance, up until mid-semester. Mid-semester there was a transitory period. Here, I began to separate for a series of reasons. Meditation, linguistic patterns, communication techniques, essays diverging from the voice necessary. And…

I suppose the answer ultimately boils down to this, does it not?

The accident was more than an accident, with more than symbolistic and underlying themes… It was more than analyzing life. It was a series of both spiritual manifestos, human control, and brainwashing, as peculiar as one may believe such an explanation to be. The story… The story…

Serious, Vent tú....

'twas driving northbound, seeking a place to reside, a place to call home. Passed many towns and cities, malcontented with the majority of them, at least for a hometown. I drove through Mt. Tamalpais, the view was stunning. I was searching for TJ-trabajar, familiarly dis familiar.

As I was driving, I began contemplating my life up til present pointland portae. The night before ca...spe... Oro... Mi... Spell¡ aid, or at least with a friendly remembrance of

JK... CP…

Disfunctio word? Guess… Perfecting….

Anyways,

The drive was filled with music from my past, songs rekindling the emotions I felt before, before I was twisted into sensate sapiente legali libero-me system. I remember being in love, I remember... Must trust....

I realized it was my time to find new, a new life, a new direction. I realizenation there to remember what was l, and how far 2 look 2…

I began to gaze and curiously inquire with my inner Self, what how ideal appear to me? I decided it would be quaint, unique, immersed in nature, interformula cito-villa. The drive showed so near, yet none seemed perfitto. Night daunting, night shroused, night immersero fog. My mind was creating towns.

I drove.

A story came to mind, near ping, near pong... perro curiosa, signifina.

I found myself behind a large line of cars, and I passed. I had been driving supremely, I went through San Francisco roller-pastiera-montis- smoothly. I passed the cars and found vast. There fog... The night seemed drenched in a cloud of mystery. A petit red car was in front, IT hesitantly let me pass.

There was significance to the little red car.

I went around a corner, Above 55, numeral tu. Accendo... Turn was fairly wide,myet right enough to wu or wi. I thou

G t appropriate velocità.

Jet pilot, ignizione!!!, soaring Explorer o vast...

Car went around turn, went sideways. to correct, o ver, stereo mille singng,

with a spin,

car sideways.

I turning wheel and tires caught what must have been dry.

The car flipped

and began rolling.

I remember calm.

The car rolled over toward the cliff, I saw it coming. Through the chaos, there was some sort of peace in the air, in the mystery, in the timing of the unknown. I flew off the cliff

CrASHED!

T r ee,

BooM!

car reversal down, yet a moment devoid gravity. My car door was jammed shut, I could barely move. The cars insides were swarmed with oil, exhaust. My right arm, unaware at the time, could barely bend. I struggled for what felt an hour trying to unlatch the buckle to set myself free. "libero me, libero me..." The airbag(s) et plura deflated, it didn't even seem. I reached toward the passenger door, with a sense of intrigue. It opened. It was love-locked before crashed. It was love-

unlocked from who...

Blood was pouring from my brain and head profusely, a new form- vehicular intestines. gasoline or internal..?. trickle, trickle...

Aspettiamo....

...Estranging. Liquid inside. I felt as if "al mighty... Speek...." Nike bag somehow gloriously landed perfectly-

Median of dashboard.

Pi. The shirt I was wearing beneath was one of those symbols you see when your heart’still intact.

I steer, I thought. I steer, I knew. Yet… Yet… Quis? Mind control, a foetal negation, a mental bridge persistently slammed into. An abundance of saneness overflew through my mind. Sadness. Pain. Eternal omniscience. “Dominus, MAGNUS, MAGUS!” I screamed to nothing.

Stuck inside a vehicle, locked then unlocked, from who?

Upon pietas…. Stumbled to freeway. Cars zoomed by, most without empathy to slow velocity and reduce acceleration. I waited, puddles of blood in my wake, body nearly broken.

Time existed not. Time- a dimension created by mortalis, humans attempt to grasp this eternity we therefore know as existence. I waited. I waited. I waited. I waited. As if my heart was more broken than my body… How… How… Who…

A half an eternity passed. Thoughts of heartbrokenness, a loss of public trust, where I found myself… Myself. Alone.

Alone… Alone?

A flash- ambulance.

“PR-OM-ITATiS!” Probitas… I thought.

A word containing the fundamental powers to heal, to hinder, to impair… To combine and fix.

Who knew.

i, world pulls away.

i

pull away.

i… i…

When Distance out loops wormholes, portae, uni-versa rushes, temporal; pause,… new… world, return,

return....

To in love with someone new... ¿Who?Quid, quis, quis...

And there was normalcy.

A median, a center, a social-determined norm.

Again, love, again and again, yet return, to win.

As if the entire universe collapses for one instant…

The car accident was, to put it simply, life threatening. The loss of blood was astronomical, the potential risk was even steeper. This brings me to now…Here I remain. A living American Dream. Awakened. A meditative energy of knowledge continually expanding and bursting like a Big Bang.

Where there is a unique individual, there is hope. If…

Veritas… Sun-net…

At Five, An If… i’D

The names began to shift in some nonexistent game

Where suns began a battle, battling again.

Magnus becomes key, wholeheartedly,

Ancient keeps turning the world upon my key.

Glorious and pitiful, a no one and a king

Notorious and infamous, an invisible celebrity,

Ultimately untimely, patiently all one,

Sempervivoo forever, forever turns to one,

Intrinsic turns to thus, singular to us;

Newness a perspective, future becomes trust.

Eternity a glimmer, temporal alters now,

Tenaciously vivacious, from Amor, you are my wow...

Love, here is renewal, purity, and free

Again i feel Here you, a here to you from me;