What is harder... the ground or to realize/know inside your still falling...
The only true focus is to believe... the only true thought is the one still sought/dreamt...the truest reality is the one you work for and make/create this very moment/minute...
Be so damn stubborn, that only the hands/touch of the one who loves you, truly... can caress/hold your heart... pierce it with the clear awareness/perception that has dropped the maddest/cleanest of men to their knees with just a tender glance...
Why do we fall??? So we can learn to get up again...
But remember, get up for something, and when you can't get up for something... then just get up... because I asked you too... In the words of Rocky Balboa " I didn't hear the bell ring, one more round... "

((( I close my eyes, and let my soul rise... the world is no longer real as we can define it to be, but an image/dream in a child's imagination )))
My body laid trembling on my mattress... cocooned in my sheets...my heart cried out, yet... its screams were as invisible as its tears... Did the temperature drop? Why doesn't it stop...!!! Please, someone just tell me if I should just vomit or pass out... Why do I sweat when I have not taken a step...
Yet!!!
Was it your touch I felt? Was it your warm embrace...
Was it your legs holding me down as your arms held me in place...
Who's voice did I hear...?
Who's hand held mine...
So firmly, near my heart, in this time of fear..
Was it you my love?
Is it you my love???
Are my ears ringing, or is it the speed your heart now pumps... my love...
Am I dreaming or am I awake...
Are you here...are you near???

Do teu Pequeno Pardal...

A fierce...unexpected...yet, gentle ocean breeze threw me of course...
In fright/scare I quickly glanced in every direction to try to find a sanctuary/save haven...
Or simply an inviting place... so I could stop, take a deep breath...listen...
I found my new destination, in an open hand... who's palm I came to land...
as it lay not to far from the soft inviting eyes of its owner...
I spent a great deal of my time, focused on those delicate eyes that belonged to this woman...
They engulfed me, as I looked at them in inquiry and curiosity...
In them, I flew/glided again... freely...
On a different ocean breeze...
I could not contain my self ( my joy ) any further...
I began to sing...
As she sweetly smiled at me...

Originally, This piece was written as part of a birthday present, for what I'm finding out to be a new and dear friend... This small gift is still... will always belong to her...
Thank you, Andrea...
For letting me rest, giving me shelter... As I landed for a moment or two in the palm of your hand...
Thank you, for letting me soar freely inside you... inside the clear night of your eyes... The stars there did finally guide me to the right destination...

As a stream over time is touched ignorantly/harshly by man...
So do I need a bit of treatment in my pollution...
I once was able to see... almost feel the bottom in my fingers/hand without even breaking the crust of the water...
Once people too... could see...feel... my soul/essence threw my eyes...
Now...there's just darkness... sadness... silent rage...
What is a liquid that is not clear anymore???
What is a stream that has no longer a drive, flow, or direction...
Water that holds no life in it, but crude memories/emotions of waste discarded by the actions of others...
If my appearance isn't enough of a warning to keep away...then read the "signs"...
All who seek a drink from me now, risk my poison in their system...
I will not let this be...

Yet you my "Pebble" defy me, the hand that tosses you in me defy's me...
In frustration, fear, with love you are the dam that holds me...
And gives a Dam...
Thank you...

Why is it so hard to say good-bye to those you love...
Oooh Yeah!, You love them...thats right...
I believe some of these upcoming days will truly be difficult...
(((pauses)))
<whispers to himself>
I wouldn't have it any other way...
If it wasn't truly hard, then that which I feel...is...
Would not be as true or intense as I know it is...
Some say I am foolish to feel...I say you are foolish not too...
The loyalty of love... Is the undying energy/will of it...
The will is the choice you make, the act/action that you follow with...and threw...
A stone heart may last...
Threw many storms and times...
But can a stone say," I feel a life!!!... was at least once in my life..."
Let yourself experience/be touched by true love...
< close your eyes... take a deep breath...inhale, savor it >
Now you know what it means to be ' alive '...
< Still keep your eyes closed, Let go... Exhail...feel yourself crumble/weaken... destroyed/defeated...
Know, listen...
There you will find the strenght of our humanity...
Can you hear them... those who have loved you, those who love you, those who will love you...
"Rise up, I am with you..."
Can your body feel it...
( like low whispers )
It flows in you, rises from inside you...
Your heart still beats!!! It just may be beating for the very first time...
Has it been this long?...
((( closes eyes )))

- I miss you...already...
So much of me, fights/doesn't want to let you go, yet...
Thank you so!!! ...
I love you... I always will... never forget this... please...
Please... Never let yourself forget...

This is my last confirmation/proff, a bit further of my deterioration...
Even when now I say good-bye...
I still think of you...belong to you...believe in you...

Always will...