The thorn in the brush,
The thorn in your side,
The thorn you contend with,
The thorn you despise,
The thorn that goes on, long after you are gone,
The thorn that sings your passionate song,
The thorn that makes a roses life go on...

Into......

The rose in the bushes,
The rose of your eye,
The rose you hunger for,
The rose you admire,
The rose that always keeps you close,
The rose that writes your marvelous story the most,
The rose that is reborn under the protection of the thorns...

In darkness I once sat, feeling, pining, and wanting to forget.

But patients heals the heart, giving love a new start, and a place where it is fostered and cared for.

So in darkness I must grow, so in light I can show, that that which did not **** me, made me stronger.



As the hurt has subsided, so have I been reunited, with the person I had worked so hard to create.

It is no longer a trial, to raise with that smile, that even broken teeth cannot defile.

For as darkness changes to light, my phoenix takes flight, and the fire that burns inside still remains.



It is not out of spite, but a personal fight, to bring back the lion that lives inside me.

So I give thanks for the lessons, the late night confessions, and the times that will never be forgotten.

But it is not the end, but a beginning again, of something quite different from how it started.

As I watch you sleep, you wonder through vivid dreams,
This must be the reason for your kicking and muted screams.

As you slept, I held you so tightly, even though your naked body excites,
Which is a blessing on cold winter nights.

But as morning creeps in and the light starts to begin,
I create with a tiny lick, the most arousing sensation.

And as her vestigial legs slide so easily, I being the lovers embrace,
Bathing in her ocean of taste, great emotion fills her face.

"Oh, I am sorry sweetie, did I wake".... "oh no my dear, I did not want an oversight,
For a wish or a dream in the night, a touch so softly, there is no fight.

I figured I would stir you in the seeking of a snack,
But don't you worry a little bit, just relax and lay right back

For there is no greater act, then to lick our passionate parts so sweetly,
In between your thighs, while I drive my tongue so deeply.

But what I do with my tongue at midnight, when there is no one around to hear the yells,      
I would go into more detail, but a gentlemen never tells!

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

There is no speed
No distance vast
Strong enough to exceed the blast

The beauty has no singular compare
More like all things combined as one
One that no words could possibly share

Yet when staring at the burning heart of dying star
There is cool, calmness that evokes compassion
In all beings as we forget just who we are

Deep within the shattered matter a singularity birth
Set to feed on an umbilical meal of helium fusion
Never an illusion to the mass gravitational worth

A neutron core wrapped in superheated love so tightly
Yet a billion years is a moment death
To a hydrogen star that shined for many so brightly…


……….BOOM………

The highest mountain rock falls to ripple
In the lowest fountain water
There is no time to stop,
For we are merely landfill fodder
Most burn the candle at both ends
To some that is very quick
Yet others have no ball of wax
They merely torch the wick
I do not say a Plain Jane life
Is a not stray in any manner
One could not make me trade my weird
Even if using a hammer
It is not that I am deranged
Rather it is that I will not conform
I refused to tear my fabric
To yield to any twisted norms
While the strange societal few
May only be fodder for the gristmill
We are lowly forceful water
Bringing highest mountains to rubble hills

Thoughts never stop wandering your mind, they leave you out of breath, out of sight, out of mind. There is too many thoughts in my head at any one time. Every second, another thought appears and creeps inside to lurk around. It can leave you feeling happy or blue, depends what your mind is thinking. The mind is dangerous, it knows which buttons to press to make you go insane. People say thoughts are like bullets waiting to meet your mind. Damage is sustained, most of the time. The mind is an interesting piece of us.