"Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful."

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

You're delicious
Dreaming, Slack jawed, Green eyed
Rub my nose in Icing sugar
Smooth as When this cold and deadly blade kisses the fruit
So soft, And gently breathing under your skin

Oh I'll empty you
I'll empty you
As empty as a boy can be
As empty
As a boy can be.

Quicksand, ocean sky
Wonder, don`t ask me why or how we got here
We just did
The most eternal sun-drenched kiss is locked in my mind as something I won`t miss
Or even try to remember
Summer has come and gone so many times I`ve lost count
Endless, nameless, marked by time as nothing special
But the warmth is here you see
In daring soliloquy
Hidden in costume and fine boned prose
Under canopies or sheltered light and life
Summer is here and it`s all mine.

Et quand le jour arrive
Je deviendra le ciel
Et je deviendrai la mer.
Et la mer viendra pour m'embrasser pour moi
Vais à la maison

Rien peut m'arrêter maintenant.

It's not that I'm afraid of being hurt again:
Nothing again can either hurt or heal.
I have thought at moments that the ecstasy is real
Although those who experience it may have no reality.
For what happened is remembered like a dream
In which one is exalted by intensity of loving
In the spirit, a vibration of delight without desire,
for desire is fulfilled in the delight of loving.
A state one does not know When awake.
But what, or whom I love,
Or what in me was loving, I do not know.
And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it

Hell is oneself;
Hell is alone, the other figures in it
Merely projections.
There is nothing
to escape from
And nothing to escape to.
One is always alone.