Door
Houses, brown houses,
squares, shapes, brown shapes of walls
with roofs.
An orange tree burning,
shining.
Smell of red,
smell of melting pasta
burning sunshine heart.
In my eye
a house door.
Light border,
black space world.
Red dot burning,
a heartbeat.
O black world full of love!

Eiffel Tower Tears

That moment when the wind screams the infinite worlds perfection through my heart and I walk into the night with eifell tower star tears in my eyes. When rooms tremble fever in my soul of smells and eternities and nothingness and worlds. A roar of "I'm not afraid anymore" in my feet my hands my mouth; the red room. A death induced high in life, my life constantly flashing before my eyes with every heartbeat of death. Life! Life! Life! Your leather hand grasped in mine sweats of rebirth blooming forth in red flower light; I am not alone. I live. Every breath smoke part of the steam black night life. Energy Energy the sky wind blowing stars through my eyes such cold feeling tears. Red night heart smells my soul is free. That which we call breathing.

"What the morning stars crashing look like to the hands that write this"
Fist through the window. Knife through the night. Do not fear my love.
My heart beats and it causes ripples in the white of the watery sky, ripples connecting the sun to the moon and you to me. A heart beat to connect all worlds together, tomorrow and this moment in perfection harmony. The ripple carresses the wooden fires.

[The most intimate entries in a diary broadcasted over the sea in blue and white. The light illuminated the page, the entire horizon.]

Mysterious strangers whispered the salt air to my screeching seagull eyes. The people screamed old worlds brand new into me; countless people watching the sun over the ocean screamed to love. All of them inside my wretching, beating heart. Heartbeat., The bursting sun melts through my eyes into me(so bright and warm in the darkness). Countless colors in me bursting out through the sun(cough blood). Every color breathes into me, new smells(my eyes could bleed at it all, such inspiration) The sun drenched inside a dream, a japanese tree.

The sturdy tree, its leaves boomed the sky, fizzled silently to the world on the ground (Don't be ashamed of your prayer hands monsieur, all the belief and love held in you will bloom in the sky filled with light). The tree conected us all to the heavens, gave us all love. Stick and strings and all the oceans soaring inside a single tree crackled my wooden heart knocking it over, a sideways heart crashes an upside down world.
 And the sun crashed into me, who could have ever imagined, the sun rose from the water crashing into the sea  weed sky(the colliding iceburgs of the crash were so cold and magnificant) Petals falling, petals falling on         my face in fragrances and colors (The sky bled roof shingles on our heads which caused light. Love is the          world that crashes my heart. It was a new day.)
Your heartbeat crashes into me everywhere I go, it makes the world.

Do not fear the love i hold in my heart.
Love is the world we are in.

So this is what being alive is.

"A Reason to Live"
He speaks as if there were orange peels in his throat and across the street though on his stomache the clear window reflecting a summer day faded to skin, bland skin long ago. There is a waltz constantly knocking in his knees, slowing down in his knees and sometimes he stumbles and coughs up architecture. Architecture to sleep under or over during black skies. His throat refuses to stop soaring. His eyes do not close. 
 (God save him)
The night the star fell onto him,
The sky was pressing itself onto his heavy head
with a crazy grimace of stars, it mouthed
"So what is it your dreams smell like?"
In the corner he saw the green light
reflecting off a plant in the night.
he did not reply
 All he could do was
  (breathe)

Rapid Eye Movement.
I could have sworn my eyes were open but you kiss them and the entire world blooms out of them. Flickering eyelids. (The diamond shone so hot, it burned through worlds, melted through skin as a treetrunk grows between our eyes of pure life)

The number of times a day, lifetimes that I die and live, is unknown even to myself at the night's fall and the star's dying light. I'm human, the heavens and hells I strugle intimately with everyday bring light to the ever dying world and I will know my deaths and hells and tremble before them (pitch them to a bland sky, rise in a heartbeat of pure human soul). In the face of all good posessed in a day, infinite heavens, my soul flutters upward filling with light and the blushing vines of above, of inside of me set the world ablaze in changing contrast rebirth of love. With a heart full of love I rise up.
 

My God! My God!
       The Stars My God!
              The Stars are Love!
                     Are Love!
                                  Love!

my heart bloomed inside a mountain among clouds.
 The fence stands brown higher in the air than rosary beads can count. Green vines weave in and out, connecting and transporting raindrops to heavens. Grey mine carts weave out and in green mountains, a poor man's blue hope with his beard as crazy as his heart. I feel with all my being that hill, the rumbling of growing poplar trees(a rustling of birds) intimated to me by a house where I was just born a graveyard eternity times over. I feel the grey brown tree's branches against the off white house on the hill(the house splashed onto mountains in ocean's salty breeze) orange leaves bloom from the brances and somehow I feel at home there there I stand on a road so far away. The house, the trees, all pressed up against the blue sky of Azaleas, in the sky(in my heart) My steps keep up with my heartbeat and do not stop; though the scene follows at a distance it soon fades away, returns back into the mountain. It tucks away in the folds, folded wings of my heart and my heart soars upward, onward into a world I know nothing of with eyes, where the green vines connect the rain to heaven.