http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k78FGSUx9Cg

our heart of confessionals

doth wither when opened to see the luminosity of the universe

consequently waxes to a full and flows over

anon, shattering a time capsel into an elaborate puzzle strewn about the floor
of our conscious

overwhelmed and wishing we could peice it all back together into a pleasant picture

we enshrine that it is permitted to be deep,

tis empowering to accept ones soul is broken,

tis acquiecence to process

furthermore tis sanctioned to recieve the great love of the universe,

which has already picked up all of the peices to our broken heart before we could even swim to the surface of our ego.

beached here all we can do is surrender,

to be put back together by the king and queen of hearts

their wisdom breathing pre and post natal qi into our everything untill empty

to be mended and nurtured back to the life we never let our selves have
all life we forgot

this in this life we remember

a life of love reflected in the caress of our devotion

to my beloved this heart of confessionals i do bestow as a humble offering for this breathe of rebirth.

confessed and winged for flying

here is the info mamy have asked for...
this beings work is truelly a blis.sing to the universe...

astarius

http://www.astarius.com/

empress yin

castle escaped to safe haven
turn the page n
frogs fly out with wings the size of caterpillar eyes
cocoon of full bloom
harnessing desire
harvest for hire
golden wire wrapping prayers for those left sleeping

choice...

what is believing?
a belief clouds grace risen embrace
compassion for this place in space
emaciate face of uncontainable sages
vital energy force upon entry

breathe...

put to test your love for self and take a rest from the rat race
to grow weary and feel it, but not be it, is strengths depth written in song
sorrow cackled and joy wept
their balance weaves dreams of reality now
verse after verse, chorus and the works
the bridge between all illusionary lines of miss communicated confines

muses movements to inspire
poets words to conspire in the final hour
cyclical tower
in this now hour
empress yin of the princes
as he falls to death
may she rise in all breath.