the only reasons secretes exist are lack of patience and observation skills.

I am the third hand with three fingers. Never seen always beneath but diligently endlessly working to send the message that will save humanity.

Welcome to the nothing room. There is plenty  of  space the walls are red and that thumping noise is the plumbing .

                                                                         Please do in joy your stay.


                                                                                              Management.

Why throw me to the wolves?  Why? WHY  have they thrown me away. Out of the village from under the skies here in the dark forest in damp leaves is where I now lay far far away. Until that day when the wolves came for  them. They called for me not knowing I was close watching my wolves eat stroking wolfies ears at my feet...

Funny how they know everything but constantly failing test, life beating them down never reaching their best. Spending all their time constantly at rest.

At this moment in life. I sense if I let dreams, goals, ambition and my fight cease. I will have reached the final level.......... DEATH.

We all have walked dark days. Days that where cold and damp where you walked alone and vulnerable. Alone and dark you could not see that I have walked those dark days to. Right next to you unknowingly to each other. You will leave and come back as I still walk alone blind unknowing walking.

I am not a liar but I will lie to protect what I love. In the end I am a liar.

I have been lost for so long that the place known to all at one point is now  where I call home.

Being able to deal with reality in black and white, just to close your eyes and dream in color are more then what I need to continue believing  in humanity.

When she mounted me aggressively. I did not feel dominated rather empowered. I knew then she was the one.

(                                          ).

I have seen her in several movies and she has to be the most amazing example of a woman that the human race can offer. I do not know her name and do not want to know the desire I could never fulfill. like I wish knowledge of yours was never my possession. A broken vessel stays empty.

Let's not be one but two separate beings working towards one goal. Not about you or me but what we achieve. Kind of like an epic adventurers love story. Temptation will be dragons and obstacles will be evil mages for us to battle and conquer! Over the years and through the Boss fights our exp and levels will grow. Reward will be plenty with treasures and material things.
Let's not be one but two separate beings working towards the same goal. When ever it ends if it ever does at least we will be known as Heroes to the young because we where adventurers until we where gone.

We embraced each other and spun. Around and around giggling and laughing like little children. Around and around she smiled the leaves began to blow. We where swinging two fast and I let go. Watching her glee slowly transform to horror as my existence scattered like ash blowing away. She was happy that day.

Have you been so deep that the cold feels like death as the temperature changed with dept? How about in the vastness of the ocean? No you say? So maybe we should follow those with experience rather then handed down knowledge. The quest is for knowledge the real adventure is what you do with it and real experience gained. I feel This can heal society.

What your watching or doing on your phone can be paused. The time with other conscious can not. It is lost in time never the same. Just corrupted by emotion.

How long I was empty longing for fulfillment. Looking outwards for Her or Them to end my hunger. Drinking there waters and eating there breads gaining no nutritional worth, but losing wasting self away. SELF!
     I looked down and my belly was full! How long was I walking and searching? How many decades?  How was I so focused on the world of doing the bidding of everything else, looking, waiting on yet another unfulfilled purpose. Blind to myself I was.
  Silly how I thought I was drowning as I stand in the shallows.
  Silly looking for others to no end and Just to reach this moment.  As the light starts to come through I wonder how many cycles I had to do.

If time heals all then let me be immortal so I will never run out of bandaids.

They get us high on change just to
Proscribe us "Change" with worse sideffects then the original situation.

No matter how off course or dangerous the sea if not lost a ship can be corrected.

I see it.  When I thought it was lost. I seen it come I seen it go.  I even see it with others and others with it.  Yet I don't have it. I'm okay with that.

Her  -Smile-  brought  -joy-  to my heart. I fell into a  -bright radiance-  that was  -warm-  and  -safe-.  A  -trusting-  place. That was the  -first-  day.

Completion is the form I crave in my soul to achieve. Deletion is what I am currently conforming towards....

So far so far you are. To far to swim, walk or run. Your physical terrain will not allow terrestrial travel and your spiritual pressure denies aeronautics. The white whale you are and to most a tall tale.

I am the lie...A tired lie pushed and abused. Even people know I am a lie but with heavy control and circulation by the people, maybe I am the truth?....

I most truly be exotic for how enriched these Eve's are they simply pass by the best of flesh for me.

She loved me with her hands like most.  Where my love is felt through the brush.

How could they have touched me just to conclude I do not exist. How many have I concluded out of my existence.

We are all kings. A king who lives
By his own definition souly.
Finds himself constantly defending
Walls.

That deep deep pain
that only the soul feels.
That anguish only time heals.

It's been a long day.  Better yet along tiresome road from the cross point where I changed my direction. The room was cool from the outside pounding heat and within Minutes was undressed bags resting on the floor. The long fall in to the soft fluffy pillow top caught me in its inbrace like her arms held me to her breast.  I pull the soft brown 1800 thread count sheets up my body getting slight flash backs of her soft Nubian skin brushing against my skin.  Consciously I was fading with my right hand over my heart..  The ceiling fan turned and my heart beat as the fan turned.  Before darkness had it's grasp on me I reached under my pillow for the note they will find.  My heart beated through my chest, the last thing I thought before sleep was how does this heavy broken thing keeps working and if they find the note can they tell I died from my secret broken heart.

I can destroy this world multiple times with out effecting this world.
I can make the world upside down to
You but right side up for the rest.
You created me but have no control.
             ...... WHAT AM I?.......

My loyalty is so pure,
                          So strong,
                                 That it has created a beast. A demon that is always there silently waiting to speak. He/she comes with soft Sweet whispers of logic crippling the lover of Loyalty...... "Trust".

Some lessons are learned and some earned.

I am falling..... Falling slowly to sleep.

         I am falling..... Falling into the deep.

               Away from them I am falling closer to me.
                      Like gears in a clock falling,  
                                                                 falling,
                                                                        clicking,
                                                                                grinding teeth.

To say I have been to my deepest inner dept would be a lie, but I can barely remember the shallows..

Do not just stand up stand up stiff like a small stone that you know weighs more then it appears. Glare into there eyes clinching your teeth making that jaw muscle flex with your intensity. Even if defeat is inevitable let your presence be known.
   They will know when the cost of victory are not worth the victory and if they do not care then that is a battle field you should of never existed on.

Motivation is a delicious fragrance, even the most disciplined masters can not resist.

It was over . At that one moment when reality calibrated my false illusions of the truth, culminating all the color in my world. Washed white!..... Incorrigible to return.