in my words i give my heart
but my heart can't be erased
i can't take out the question marks
and put periods in their place

in my words i give my side
to the story that i relate
in these lines i will confide
and try to tell it straight

in my words i give my soul
how my soul has been misplaced
i can only speak of what i know
and everything i have faced

in my words i give my heart
but my heart can't be erased
i can't take out the periods
and put commas in their place

On Facebook

for leaving a comment on a post about Orangutans. The article was about how they found that primates have an actual language. It's not like I said "duh". Another person said that they were probably talking **** about us. My comment said "**** them"!

Thanks Facebook for helping me realize that i'm not funny. And thanks for giving me a week to think about my actions(or what some lifeless ***** thinks is an action). A facebook ban is in the best interest of anyone who gets banned. Anyone who reported my comment as hate speech, has a lot more to face up to than me...and it's all saved on the master server.

A week of full on, beautiful reality.

Yeah Yeah
you didn't know she was your first cousin

Contempt breeds within the one who lets it bend them over.

The opposite of familiarity breeds contempt.
strangeness, unfamiliarity

and

it all has to do with seeing yourself as some kind of perfect being, and really doesn't bother the one you have the contempt for...you

Contempt of Court? God will tell you.

(another poet's favorite saying murdered by logic and love. Yes, I know there are people who will say my writing is violent...that's the same people it smacks around. It will be okay...when you're gone. Do you get it? Someone who is ****** has kind of a right to feel contempt for the most familiar of all.)

When men do it, they call them studs, but when women do it, they call them ******.

That's okay, a lot of men like ******, and some men marry them.

I call all the one's who do it, ******. It all depends on ratio, figures, and facts. Sometimes a ****** tells on itself.

I have called a stranger a ***** more than once. They shouldn't have opened their ***** mouth first.

Just being catty, because I can ladies! Read below and wish you were me!

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­I have experienced so much acceptance, writing freedom, and sordid *** since I came out of the closet, that I have faced my true self and gender guidelines. I am now a pre-op trans-******. Though I do not want to lose my *****, I have always felt like a **** and petite, yet sassy blonde woman. I also felt up a few, just to see how i'd feel in my right body. Wow! Though, it's hard for me since I am a 6'6" man, I get lost in the thought of the soft and **** me, that smells so good that I could lick myself. Whew. Anyhow, what I need is a ******...right above my man parts. Google is even letting me have a custom gender...I will reveal a cool word soon!  This is better than my life has ever been. Wish me luck my bros, but ladies first!

CLAIMER: If something so human is offensive, then that means there are things that YOU can't face. It also only hurts you to begrudge someone of any human freedoms. Dignity lies within one's self and not to be sought in another. Environment causes sickness and cancer, and usually in the one who creates the negative environment, and their kids.

will the pathways that you take be a maze that you make for me
can the days that you take also be my days to take for free
will your own home safe place feel like a home base for me
will your fast and hateful race leave the hate to face for me

are the bad places you create the only way to relate for you
i may have a date to tryout my own fate so i must wait for you
is your dying day just a replay of another day's date for you
if thought was heaven's gate would that be another gate for you

will truth have any use or lies beget what lies bring to us
will the dove that dies leave a love that flies to sing to us
will the eagle's mangled wing even look like a wing to us
will the bees that are leaving at least leave a sting to us

will the faces change and the names always stay the same to us
will the things that you save seem like just a shame to us
can the game that you play leave the rules of the game to us
will you win your game by saving time and passing blame to us

You are the only one who can make you whole, and you can make another whole...expectation is the enemy to satisfaction. And satisfaction is whole...expectation is half a fantasy. Knowing expectation is a half of a fantasy, can make it better. Hang on, this rollercoaster is still going up hill. Those butterflies will come back.

That every thought had real meaning
and every person could see that meaning
that we were cool shade from a tree
and every tree was made for leaning

that every feeling was a good feeling
and every person could feel that feeling
that everyone had thoughts that heal
and every one was into healing

that every mind was made for cleaning
and every person could do their cleaning
that in every trash pile we would see
and find treasure with such meaning

that every killing was just time killing
and every person could see that killing
that my fulfillment is for you to fulfill
and not just a worthless filling