The sun is beating down on his face; he is an older man.
He is sitting on a park bench; he is feeding birds bread.
A girl comes walking up to the older man, she seems happy to see him.
The girl is crying tears of joy it seems.
The older man hugs the girl, they sit down on the bench.
The girl hands him a box, a box full of letters she wrote to him over the years.
The man slowly reads each one, sometimes smiling and laughing at what he reads.
He begins to read more, the man starts crying.
He is reading about her issue with her weight and food.
He reads about her self-harm.
The man slowly looks at the girl, he says I'm sorry honey.
I'm sorry I couldn't of been there for you, but I'm here now.

Let my fingers unravel you;
   Like the folds of ribbon,
   wrap around you,
   draping us together,
    like the folds
    of   blankets.
    Joining each others worlds,
    forming our own planet.
    Feeding off our energy,
    with out I'd be famished.
    Forever lost in a moment,
    too destined to vanish.
    The marks left on our souls
    our hearst will always brandish.

There was a Lily Set
Just one
Her Fragrance
Was the Doirway
To Life's  Grace
More than a Shield
Her Guidance
Doing Rightly
How
Music
To the Ears of Those
Who Love

My written words are a true reflection of myself.
Stop reading the words, and look at them close.
They don’t follow grammatical rules a lot of the time, and they don’t believe in ******* censorship.
They don’t believe in editing, re writing, or organizing.
They are a jumbled mess of run on sentences with no controlling rules or principles to give order to.
And I love to break even the most deeply rooted rules, like not starting a sentence with And or But.
Seriously, words are my weapons and I can cut through the ******* and break through to a higher meaning.

Radical Prosperity

The Paradigm
Finally Cracks
Financial Divinity
Reveals

Freedom Reigns
Supreme

Apple Tree

Remember

When We used to meet
under the apple tree?

Remember  

It was simple then
Two people
Touching Love

Together

Happiness!

Let the Tides Take
Away this Charade
It Is You
That I Desire