One World

We’ve developed incredible capability to influence space and time, change them in a shape according to our desires and dreams; imagination achieves true form. This product of our untamed curiosity fills the void which exists between the thought and the soul, in an age when every one of us is an alchemist. In that vast distance, in that space under the skin, there we exist. And our home becomes all, undreamed, undenied… the planet.

The gene pool is growing benevolently in the mystery inside the depths of our timeless conscience. In that microcosmos of ourselves where everyone is a galaxy of its own, our potential lies limitless in the probabilities of the possible outcomes of the future; and this possibility of hope must give us strength to strive toward endeavors promising enrichment both of the self and the totality of all. Here, on our blue marble we exist beyond count, and for this reason, our society should mirror happiness, unity and plenty.

The old ways are gone, they’re history taught in schools to the offspring. A cruel remembrance of who we used to be, threat with exclamation as a warning of the beast within. An entire niche of questions haunting our existence, carrying only bitterness in the spaces beneath the skin, suppressing our sentient selves on the margins of human opportunities; all of this is but a cast into exile. There is nothing eroding the spirit anymore, nothing that makes us float in the chaos of our heads, turning us against each other.

One world, ours… a jewel fantastic as it is.

Republic of two

Our wicked dreams are in that place where the horizon kisses the sky. In that time when the day begins from the embrace of the night, there is our naked sweaty love. Where rays are being made, there we crave in a burning lust. In the magic of the pale moon glow our desires are born. Our enchanting future lies in the kingdom of what’s undreamed. In the depth of your womb, our lives meet and merge into new beginnings, brave new worlds created solely from the fabric of us. With the strength of all I have, even in the weight of my thoughts, I protect. These faces may grow old, but our souls may burn with the consistency of this ember of our youth. 

Here, on the rampart of the republic that is us…

Woman

Every verse, ever written is designed to admire woman’s beauty. Every single feeling, ever felt finds root in a woman’s heart. Every scent, ever imagined, comes from a woman. Everything that is said, even that which lays in the future, completely undreamed, is in a dream of a woman. Every creation ever made, even this entire world has a woman in the middle of it. Every single breath, ever taken is given by a woman. The reason for blossom is not spring, but the smile of a woman. That enchanting force, which holds all cells together, is the love of a woman. Mercy and grace are born in the look of a woman.

Heart of a man is but a nest for a woman’s world; in there a woman claims dominion, even before the sun itself.

We, men, live for a single purpose…