Birdies Are the Most Free

To begin as one that can fly above all...

to soar, on wings that see all, believe all and feel all...

to be free as a bird is not just a saying or meaning...

I love to watch them fly; to experience the essence of essential freedom in nature's realm.

How I love to watch the birdies fly...

Heartless

Lack; yet earned my deepest desire.

Love...butter into crevices I knew not existed; yet not blood platelets.

The torture proceeds thee; his memory is and has the capacity to destroy me...

which is romance in the most extreme form.

I would have married him in a cardboard box with pop can rings....

I will always have that!

I'll take that, that's a huge part of whatever honor is mine!

Rare as fuck!

Sufferings

Battles lost; own...

Like the magic of Christmas!

That sometimes when you lose...you win :)

Exposures to torture isn't pleasant; unwanted.

Endurance is for the Grand.

Therefore; we are all in some way grand.

Medals belong to the earned.

Inside My Heart

Beatz my life blood.

Is it not more than fluid...? yet; history...stories, strengths unknown, spiritual essences beyond thought's comprehensions.

It is the only organ that can kill you without disease.

If feels physically with nothing scientifically wrong with it...

The most special part of one's self - to me - is the heart.

Love is at the end of my day;

I will alwayz love...

Alwayz too much :)

All Exits Are Painful

Exitz - leaving, dying.

The best of the best hurt the most...

You fight it; but in the end resides the fragrance of poetic justice and all is well with you, your soul; mind and mainly you now own peace for eternity.

Admiration is yours toward those who's pains you know not; if you did your admiration would cease.

Seek happy nights, through happy days and always believe in love and magic...after all...that is that which  has created you - equaling life...

International Auidience

Hey...just wanted to say...as much as I enjoy my Americanas, I really am thrilled that anyone from a dif country hears my  words, as I have not traveled and have much to say. My thanks.

I Have No Songs to Sing

How to exemplify joy or elation when learning to swim or walk...

When simple words, equaling conversations are much;

How do you share your praise or starbursts...

Hope rises; eventually; as smoke through fire; which is powerful.

Play with it and you will get burned; possibly destroyed...

Yet; power Is.

Sometimes you have no choice.

No more control have you than the rising or the setting of the sun over that which instances bring your way; your life.

I want my smoke to signal a fire.