School of Thought

Idol thoughts.
I cannot sleep.
I've fallen into what, I think
they call complacency.
There are these ideas
it's like a sea
a school of thoughts
inside of me.

I cannot sleep.
I cannot think.
I cannot see, inside of me.

Here I lie,
In the dark.
And the shadows grey.
To reflect on what, I still
do not know.
For this school of thought
is still unknown.

Fields of Inspiration

Fields
Love
Opens another door
and sometimes
shows you
a room without walls.

Rooms with no floors and no cieling,
insatiable space.

You take me
to the room of love.
With no floors, no walls, and
the unknown of where it stops.
No cieling in sight.

Traveler
There are days,
while I read this book.
That I wish, you were
a time traveler.
I spent so much time
falling into others,
all I needed was you
all along.

It makes me think
you don't exist.
Of that it's all a
game, of fun.
Until there are moments
I realax.
I see clearly.
I understand.
I love you,
and you love me back.

We love deeply,
passionatly,
selflessly.
And for that
I still feel, I will
wake
from this fairytale.

Gasping Lungs
There was one night,
the first night.
I was with you.
In the midst of lust and gasping lungs
I met you,
and you met me.
And inbetween those sheets we spoke
of things we'd done,
religion and politics.
Each piece unwraping
even more lust in
one another.
I fell into you,
as you fell into
me.
On that night we started
this adventure,
this quest,
filling eachothers souls
with one another.