Love is a drug that I was once hooked on it's worst that ****, stronger than crack *******, blinded my reality and **** with my brain. I was a ****** thirsty for this euphoric feeling, but who knew my withdrawal symptoms would have been a heart of no healing. It's like the Pandora's box tempted to touch but devastation when it unlocks.
I thought of hope cause they say time heals, but
I relapsed, it was like the end of the world, I was addicted to her love and she was no longer my girl, I searched desperately for the high but the substance was gone. I tried others but it was never the same I was an empty addict with problems and pain, who knew it would hurt like this, ****** dry of all my happiness.

I'm sober now, I'm seeing all clear you never cherished what we had your all wasn't there. You misled me, and now I find that trusting is not easy, if it's for better or worse I don't know but the experience definitely changed me.

The weakness I see in you that mostly affects me represents the true nature of who I might be, it's those parts of myself that I don't want the world to see.

But why should I judge when it lives at my core, am I strong enough to admit I'm not that person anymore?

Why should I judge when I am the same way, I've just learned to hide it in broad day-light myself on fire to be born again free from fear, prejudice, and shame, so I can stand before you and look you in the eye to accept your weakness for they are also mine.


Done by:KCG

Bounded………
        Bounded by the same gene code, driven by the blood of the old, witnessing a side I've never known, a story so sad it's untold.
Bounded by the same DNA they had a past of agony, I feel their pain in my head, I feel their pain, I feel the cry, I sense the fear that never dies. sometimes I want to say to them fear is a useless emotion but to witness what they went through my words are carefully chosen.
Bounded by love, death, and pain….
Bounded by regrets, guilt, and shame …
They all walked a hard path to make the future generation's walk softer but what could move a man from a King to a pauper? Whatever it was it was a great sin BUT we will never be bounded by poverty again.

Done by: KCG

In a gallery of abstract art,
I ponder the concept of perfection,
Lines and colours swirl and dance,
Imperfect yet mesmerising in their reflection.

Beauty in chaos, flaws that delight,
Each stroke a story untold,
Perfection is but a fleeting dream,
In imperfection, true beauty unfolds.

The canvas speaks of endless possibility,
An ever-changing, evolving art,
In the imperfect, a glimpse of perfection,
A reflection of the human heart.

Done by: KCG

The perfect condition for things only exists in books and fairytales

For life Is like abstract art, imperfect and beautiful with harmonious synergy.

Perfection exits in the mind and not entirely on the physical plane, for the inner to bring forth the outer harmony must be present.

Done by:KCG

Lust….. I feel my heart racing, I feel the blood rush, your lips so close, kissing my neck with the gentlest touch. I gaze into your eyes resisting the compulsive urge to place my hands between your thighs
But I give in, and to my surprise, you're wetter than the river Niles whispering softly in my ears you want me inside.

As the honey glaze and drips, you rotate your hips greeting me With a smile ….like a mathematician I've counted over a hundred ways to ******* in my mind but I got to take my time, cause baby there's no rush I love to see you blush with pleasure in your eyes.

I brush your center with the softest stroke and watch your body invoke the lustful demon that's inside.
working carefully like an Artist, every stroke has a rhythm, point, and precision, you're shaking and moaning “saying don't stop” cause your ****** is peaking … exploding with pleasure every drop sweet like Nectar, and once again to my lustful demon I surrender.

Done by:KCG

In the meadow of a still mind where the green grass grows, watered by positive thoughts that's where the real beauty shows.

The flowers attract the birds and the bees, life is truly beautiful when one is at ease.

In the meadow of a still mind where the waters are calm, only then Can you see the true form, running so smoothly but always running deep. In the meadow of a still mind, there is no defeat.

Done by:KCG