People keep telling me that it's all in my perception,
my attitude,
my outlook and that I choose to feel
happy or sad like
my depression is somehow my fault because I'm just not
choosing to feel happy.

*******.

Because there are substances.
Some legal.
Some illegal.
Some experimental.
Some as yet discovered.

All alter this brain bag of DNA planned chemicals and
the substances that seem to bring the most temporary joy are banned
except alcohol.

So when I go on a legal drinking binge I'm called an alcoholic, hey!
I'm just trying to get my ******* mood changed for y'all, now I'm a alcoholic.

Ever consider its the world that's ****** up. How we treat each other is ****** up. And my constant sorrow and depression arise because

I can't lie to myself as well as you?

Have you heard the moon?
Have you heard its silent night whispers to the trees?

Have you heard the moon?
Have you listened to the pale wanderer who becomes consumed by darkness only to return to light?

Have you heard the moon?
Have you ignored its hunting call to return to the long forgotten chase?

Have you heard the moon?
Have you forgotten so much since your distraction with man-made empty promise trinkets that fade with purchase?

Have you heard the moon?

Have you touched the stars?

Have you remembered, yet, why you are here again?

Each moment
In order to
Be sorta
Crazy typical
Teen
I must
Have any
Type of
Music playing
Throughout
My heart

I take control of my own sacred fertility.

I promise to inhibit creation until I am ready for that holy task.

I will revel in my sensuality and protect myself and my partner from harm.

I will use all the tools and knowledge at my fingertips to prevent the spread of disease and unwanted pregnancy but still allowing for my and my partner’s right to sensual and spiritual intimacy, in whatever form it expresses itself.

I will only engage in consensual intimacy.

I take responsibility for my own joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure, actions and abilities.

I promise to uphold the ideals of human dignity and self-expression through practicing, as courageously as I can, honesty, integrity, and compassion towards others, especially the one willing to share their sincerity with me.

I will love and allow myself to be loved.

In Earth's first moments she knew she
desired to be
covered with life.

wrapped in it
enraptured with it

saturated
infiltrated
inundated

crawled upon
up and down
all around

with fleeting bliss to bliss insistence

a conflagration experience
spinning persistence

life creating playground
existence

There's no mystery about the ******* ******.
Open up
insert instrument
rub it about until
sighs, screams, moans, groans, scratches, scents, and innocence escape.

Pretty simple, the ******* ******. Same with the ******* ****.
It should feel real good or something is going wrong and you'd better check with the someone within.

The resting ******? Well, that is a daily mystery of "how do I feel about this?"
'cause there's a whole bunch of weird nebulous crap going on in the daily world leaving you feeling ****** by the end of the day.

But solve that mystery with something to enlighten and entice the mood and you may just awaken

that ******* ****** again.

(The ******* ****? Well he just seems like a less introspective, more alert and easy up, easy come little fellow. Lucky chap.)

"Poetry is not just reserved for the righteous and pure. The sinless and sincere. The parrots who can rhyme. The fearful seeking support. But you'd better be able to write, *****! You'd better be able to write like you mean it! Write like your very soul depends on it! Write with the intent of tearing the whole universe apart just so you can create it all again in your own image, with your own words, with all your triumphs and failures, with the complete unwavering, unrepentant, uncompromising, unyielding, understanding of truth, beauty, sorrow, love, and excellence!"