its night in the forest
its day in me
the sun shines in me
and i shine to the peoples
some of the peoples make it dark
some illuminate the dark
the way we think makes us what we are
i listened and now i am part
let our words ignite
the dead and dry
the confused and blind
theres a sun in me
and a sun in you
has started following me.
He has noughtified me
into non dualistic existence.
I own up to seeing your guilt.
It was smellable.
I witnessed all your attempts
at total permanent amnesia.
I was unmoved by your failures
and there lies true compassion.
OK!I wasn't writing poetry--merely words.
where ever there is love there is happiness
and a heart thats true and someone to caress
feelings that are real with a love to share
someone to rely on who is always there.
something that will last for ever and a day
when love is your heart there your love will stay
where ever there is love it is meant be
its there in your soul and sets your spirit free.
Theres a sickness inside
a false idea
that wants to be nursed
by the same hands thats wretched me from the truth
is my home
I could be locked into a room with mothers warm linen
clutching you around me
but theres the wild
as it was never strained from me
and it makes me want to overthrow
the security of what is that was never materialized
I want free-free-free-dom
I can accept the discomfort
like wet clothes
holding me like a heavy hostage as I roam
I want freedom, I want mobility
because deep inside of me, I know the truth, without it needing to be performed
so much so that it haunts me
every time you kiss me
even in my dreams
dowsed in the warmth
struck with the urge to pull back from a burning flame
as it encircles around my soft flesh
my hard peircing soul
wants to run from the devils gold
so dont you l-l-l-ove me
love me love me
I am free
but the bars of my heart strings push you aside
like a werewolf
my instinctual nature has me tied
in the wilderness
I go back and forth
on the roads that will bring me further from you
when I feel my dreams
consuming all that I see
One may be fun
but several can be even better.
She's got that certin something.
But dam if her sister doesnt look good in that sweater.
Had this problem since I was like five.
Two might be tricky.
But pissing off ten your lucky to be alive.
Im not a man whore just gotta alot of love to share.
A tiger does fear text.
And Nine irons okay and left behind underwear.
I think theres a problem when your black book
reads longer than gone with the wind.
I swear honey there's nothing going on.
She's just a really hot shoulder inwhich I can depend.
Saying goodbye never has been much fun.
Bullet proof vest taser peper spray no it"s
not a riot
Just taking caution probaly be easier breaking up with only
Hey if it works for hugh's old wrinkled ass then
why not me.
But at this pace I'll be lucky to make it past
I think theres a problem but that's okay.
Cause if I get the boot.
I got some friends with benfits house's
inwhich I can stay.
Im not bad just a lotta fun.
Cardio is key.
When she pulls out the meat clever
dont play stupid just run.
And if I seem terrible keep in mind
it takes two to tango.
For what is the banna without the mango.
I think theres problem that I really dont
wanna fix my dear.
Im a bit of a effection junkie.
Screw the cold shower how bout a warm bed and
Call me terrible cause hell even I know
I'm not right.
We should take this slow.
So how bout we discuss this in a hot tub tommorow night.
And if I did offend with these word I've spoken.
Then please pull the twig out your backside.
Grab a drink have some fun cause was only jokin.
treat each other right cause there is no promise of another night.
cheers my friends
There is a door opening inside of me,
the all too familiar chill claims every corner.
Its emptiness spreads over an undulating wasteland,
no beating wakes the silence no glow lights my eyes.
these red tired eyes no longer weep,
for the tears dried up along with my hopes.
So witness this deep darkness,
that strangles with veins of rope and vines.
Have you ever loved young man?
the answer is a whisper on the wind,
love is lost to me,
she left me alone and undone,
and now this husk no longer lives,
but survives everyday that hell cruelly gives.