The things I hear, here.
"You know what they say..."

Nasty is still nasty
Even if you put it into a pop song, Ms. Jackson.
Nasty is filthy
Not in a good way *****
Nasty gets around
Though for a passing moment in heaven,
Cuz nasty got skills
Is it worth it
Joyride overkill

Ignorance is the silence of doubt
Between ***** calls
Lovers sharing
The down
Dying lives
If only once...

Nasty is catching
Got "stupid"
Not for Cupid doing "the nasty"
It was brief, just to get "off"
A fleeting ******
Getting stupid, not in a good way...

And down goes nasty
Doing it (ad nauseum)
"You know what they say..."
Oh the things I hear
Still here
Looking for love in all the wrong places... Doing it nasty like
Like a nasty wound
It will fester
You know it
**** Nasty
Getting stupid
****** nasty.

The things that I hear.
You know what they say...

Addiction and becoming redundant is its own sort of hell.

Empire's war flag:
Blood red sun against winter
White as surrender.

1.
The Kind Eye is crying,
The Eye of Love, enlightens.

2.
The Blind Eye will turn,
Insight requires Third Eye (mind).

3.
Clear Eagle-Eyed sights
high glider wingspan soars highest mountains.

He wires money home.

Family duty
Like responsibility
can be a lonely lonely job
A foreign land

How heavy it must feel.
Most times
Responsibility is too busy at work to even feel...

Still, I can't help my eyes falling upon you...
From the other side of the kitchen
Just a passers-by.

To me, responsibility is ****
Attractive.
(But I keep that to myself.)

(Unrequited. Silent.)

Childhood is often seen in
Experiences
Like observations second hand
Snapshots
From inside circus photobooths
Selfies
All day
Way, No way!
Convince ourselves to smile
Unconvincingly
Grin.

How   Time     creeps
In the shadows
Of our worries, fearing
Becoming suddenly all alone, feeling
Memorial.
Remember those New Year's Eves
The Big Apple & Lights
Iceskating at Central Park.
How
Time,
Brief
In the shadow's following
Wha? Afraid of getting
Geriatric?
Got Old?
Fear not the Dark
At departures' arrivals.
You have it all, knowing it's nothing at all
Time gives     meaning
If Love aint
Nothing. Shhoot...

How Time ... creeps ...

(All part of growing up)