I peeked out the window

2000 miles away
we walked through
the shadows

their shadows
as they tried to
shame us
of who
we
really are

in your dreams
in my dreams
in our dreams

I see you

you were safe

Im at work
the
midnight shift

as the world spun
into black and white
sun fought its
existence

to rise again

a smile from a window

different place and
time

its my son

It’s when I’m standing six…
6:54pm | Jun 14th, 2010
“It’s when I’m standing six feet away from you and not being able to find the words to tell you how much I love you and how much I miss you that I want to just scream to the whole room that I’m still in love with you. It’s when I’m sitting alone with the phone in my hand dialing your number and hanging up that I would trade a thousand tomorrows for just one yesterday. Then I could just call you to tell you goodnight. It’s when I am really sad about something and need someone to talk to that I realize you’re the only one who really knew me at all. It’s when I cry myself to sleep at night and it hits me how much I would give to hold you at that very moment. It’s when I think about you that I realize no one else in the world is meant for me.”

youre my favorite garden friend too

we map maps

we took roads
that
were dead ends

we hopped
skipped and jumped
swam
wrote
screamed

every avenue


only we can

access

til we had it all
right
on the outside

on the inside

we rose to the occasion
surpassed their expectations

we became

Im sorry.


I was under the impression we were going to the cool organic peace heaven


al naturale...

remember the passion

the heat

the love
that transcends

you above all others
the connection

so much more
than this

the peace
the intensity

instinct
draws us

my light

your Love

eternally

in sacred waltz

that only be done

by "us"

together

Alone together.

When anything is possible


no more broken roads

I peacefully beg


fusion from past

present to
future

quite simple


our demise

is everyone's demise

Im done with idiots.

you like Ive gone ghost... lol

horrible
illegal
world
deceit
disgusting aims
of greed
vanity
hate
famine
disease
war
all a bubbling devil's
kettle
cutting connections
effortless
you will drown
in your own fortune
which is not by the
original intention
Grace of God

All of you go fuck yourselves.
My seats r empty
zero fuckin respect
none
youve compromised
me
my safety
my children's safety
other peoples safety
the world's safety
for that matter
progress
and the like
echoes into the darkness of time
hell

and youre proud of yourself?

No wonder why youve been looking for a long fuckin time. Mess. Mess. Mess. Mess. Holy fuck.

blah blah blah... amazing... blah... the creator split... blah blah.... devil cracked some bullshit... yadda yadda... blah blah....yaddah yaddah... now what? .... yadda... Im so sorry.... blah blah blah... yadda yadda...geometric yadda yadda... blah blah blah...pope says....blah blah...

BTW the pictures of me they sent were of my wedding on El Guapo's hill with the Amish.

upside down
leaping
from bottom
to the top
a path
a road
upon which one can
only travel
realizing everything
they are
once were
and rediscovering
a beggining
once again
destiny smiles at
fate
in the strangest ways
bonds of Love
bring us all together
nevermind
what is created
it is just
an eternal promise
of renewal

lol... "keep your lobby money the promise of peace is more powerful"

... I think that may have been the best message yet.

terrible what they'd wanted do to you.
hunt you down
with a blackhawk helicopter

trap you with 6 g-men in a wal-mart (whatever)

pull you in the police station

all this crazy ass shit...

I walked their lie for you

bloodied and bruised and blistered

because I Love You

so disasterous
black boxes
covered with
oil sands
worlds turned upside down
release of millions
of bottles upon the shore
kingdoms collapse
people die
choas
so spread over space and time
it never stops
continous
insanity
pictures of your father
living and breathing
the Tribune
walking
from WW II

thus breath of fresh air
could do
the world
some good
My life
only in fragmented pictures
of what once was
and may just never be
again

ALL of you STOP.
never seeing the damages
you have done

like the sAME panorama

So I find a Chinese man painting my portrait from a picture. Next to him, his paintings the Mona Lisa smoking a cigarette and on the other side Napoleon.