Darkness of your hedonism
Illusion of the consummation
Impeccable deceit of the sorcerer
Filthy carrion of my sexuality
Decreed necrosis, mind and body
No applause for carrying your guilt
An unbearable weight of emptiness
I refused to loath you
Preserved it for myself
You took me from the world
But I know now it has missed me
And I have missed it
I have friends now
Gentle yet powerful
Quiet but understanding
They know the pain of abuse
They applaud me, but not for any shame
For my innate goodness
I love my friends and they love me
Goodbye Mr. Jones

When I was a young man I chased them by the score.
They were fast, young and lean.
Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game.
Procreation, I was playing with biology's rules.
I cared very little about much more.
They were young soft and smooth yet firm all the same.
No wrinkles could be found on these young goddess.
My hormones run amok, logic and caring little found.
Notches in the belt was all that mattered.

As I grew older my demeanor changed, became seasoned with age. The shallowness of hormon drenched youth was replaced. The women slowed down and wrinkles could now be found. But I saw something different now, something I did not see before. The eyes, it was in the eyes that I knew. Like me getting old, mortality taking hold.
We are all on the same path leading to an end. The journey was the same, the fear and the pain all the same, in fact kindred spirits were we. The sexes no different in this respect. The beauty that can now be found in the eyes, the smile and the sound. The beauty inside is what my maturity found, I grew to appreciate a woman, for all the universe is in her heart.

If I am colour blind,
Is what I see wrong?
If I throw something out and you collect it,
Is it unwanted?
If you say I am beautiful and I say I am not,
Cannot I just agree with you?
If you give me a compliment,
Who loses if I take it?
Is it OK to take what I need?
Yes please!!
If at first I don’t succeed,
Should I try Tai Chi?
Will the sun come up tomorrow?
I hope so it’s cold enough now.
If I am unique,
Would I be unequalled, incomparable and unmatched?
If I get cold feet,
Can I stay and warm them?

If courage is the ability to do something I know is difficult,
Should I be pleased with myself?
If the job is next door to impossible,
Is it best that I go there?
If my problem is all some-ones else’s fault,
How did I contribute to it?
If I do everything perfectly all of the time,
Would I have more friends or be more loved?
If I can think about what disheartens me,
Can I think about what inspires me?
If there is nothing I can do about it,
Should I do something?If
If I always stuff it up,
Am I exaggerating a bit?
If exercise is a ***** word,
Can I jump in the puddles?
If kindness is currency,
How much should I spend on myself?
When I give up,
Can I call it a time out?
If I see a pink polar bear
Could it be green?

Sadness sits on my pursed lips
as I try to find the words
to sheath the swords of warriors
rallied behind the curse of their perspective.
So apathetic
towards unfamiliar rhetoric.
Content to revel in
the division of their fellow men.
Like understanding is limited;
It’s not.
Getting caught up in the delusion
is never the solution.
A full bowl cannot be filled.
The idea of peace cannot be killed
by black or blue
or bullets flying through
the news.
The media telling you
which side to take
instead of providing a way
to learn from the mistakes
of a country founded
on issues that have been compounded
by years of willful ignorance.
Of course times are tense
with everyone trying to make sense
of their place in this nation;
some trying to escape it.
All aware of the vacant
presence of people willing to delve
into some ideas beyond themselves.

What does it mean to be human?
Are we just animals or evolving to become something more?
Are we victims to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature?
Do our passions control our minds or can our minds control our passions?
Is our intellect held ransom by our biology, millions of years in the making?
Can the passions of the animal be countered by our intellect and sentience?
Will society devolve back with our passions holding sway?
Can our intellect understand the animal, desire to move on, thus show us the way?
Was religion just a means of holding our passions in check holding the animal at bay?
Will our machines become sentient with no passions involved, with no hormones to befuddle?
Will they see us as flawed with no hope for redemption.
The battle rages on with no end in site.
The fate of humanity hangs in the balance.

I'm sorry I can't be hardened ***.
But as you know I have a heart made of glass.
I love to make everyone around me smile.
That is the one thing that makes it worth the mile.
But when I love it's for keep.
I don't play with love because that's just cheap.
But when I give you my all.
I will always be the one to fall.
People often judge way to fast.
One thing is for sure, and that is my love will last.
When I say you have my heart and soul.
Everyone else is just like the water flow.
Don't ever think that I'm not going to care.
Because next to you is the first and last pair.
I want to walk you through life one way or another.
Because you have touched our hearts like no other..

He was scared.
Scared he found the person he is going to love for the rest of his life, knowing that his life is over and theirs was beginning.
  It was always real.
  But now, all the “one days” were becoming the nows, and that scared him.  He wasn’t ready to give up himself, but was afraid if he held on to this false sense of self, or what he believed that to be, he would lose any chance of “us”.
And he wasn’t ready for that.
  But she was.
And it scared him.