It’s like a broken glass you see
You smashed it on the floor
Shattered in a million pieces
A broken glass nothing more

You can try to fix it
With strong tape or even glue
But the cracks you’ll always see
No matter what you do

It won’t hold any water
Nothing inside it to fulfill
Because you have broken the glass
And that took a certain skill

Because it wasn’t an accident
You meant to break it
Just like you broke me
And the pieces will never fit

The glass is broken forever
Walking away just won’t do
Because even if you leave
The damage was done by you.

I am the broken glass
You shattered on the floor
Shattered in a million pieces
A broken glass nothing more.

I sit down to write a poem,
actually write, not type.
Because pencil against paper is
satisfying. It's warm, not cold,
not like keys on a laptop, or worse
a touch screen, that's not touch.
Because I want to feel,
everything, but I haven't yet.
I sit down to write a poem,
I got nothing.

i am powerful
i am a crashing wave
i am a conqueror.

there are ways but the way is uncharted;
there are names but not nature in words:
nameless indeed is the source of creation but things have a mother and she has a name.

the secret awaits  for the insight of eyes unclouded by longing;
those who are bound by desire see only the outward container.

these two come paired but distinct by their names.
of all things profound, say that their pairing is deepest, the gate to the root of the world.

-Poem by Lao Tzu

If you're a popper, I'm a bomber
If you're a romp & runner
I'm boomerang & banger

If You're a hot in the sacker
I'm a leather Queen, *** Smacker

But, seriously, En Scene, Cut, Shows Over, Curtain Call

Not one of these Scenarios Describes Anything appealing

Nor Aligned with my Temple of Love, This is Holy Sanctuary,

This is Holistic Prayer, the Ectomorph in Ecstasy.

Body Electric, Full Sense *******
My Mystical ******* is my Body's Prayer to God

eror404: happiness not found

Love** is my religion.