Soft and supple is the fruit that women bear.
Might I pluck it from her tree?
'Tis every man's desire, to taste such succulence.
In the absence of love, the feast is bittersweet.
Dare I say, the contrary compares to the food of the gods.
Men have trekked the earth for one mere glimpse,
I have traveled far less, yet my reward will be far greater.
May I taste the golden apple that is the fairer ***?

Our strings are intertwined,
destiny had us come together.
The fates are to be undermined.
We are meant to be, always and forever.

Or so we thought.

My mind strayed from our purpose.
I became trapped in conformity.
I became what I despise.
You were no longer my priority.

'Twas my mistake.

Now that I've grown,
My mind is open and clear.
My life is back on track,
But is it too late to win you back?

I love you, I am sorry.

Forever and always,
We were meant to be.
A second chance,
Do I deserve one?

As I hold you in my arms, my heart flutters. My only wish, in the moments that we touch, is that you are mine and not another's.
Yet as we part, my heart droops and wilts until our next embrace. The minutes drift into hours of longing for a brush on the arm or a subtle smile from your beautiful face.
Your touch casts away my troubles, your smile banishes my sadness. Gazing into your eyes, my breath is gone, and I am lost.
I can not find my way back into reality. My thoughts stray from the tangible. I forget my name.
The only thing that matters in that moment, is the connection I sense, holding your hands in mine, peering into your soul through your gorgeous eyes.

Time spent waiting for affection
is lost without reward.
Tactics change.
I seek to cure the itch
which haunts us everyday.
A quick burst of passion
will go unspoken.
All your desires satisfied,
yet your chaste remains unbroken.
The most enjoyable of seven sins.
Let this sin consume us in flames.

We’re on top of the world,

The hollow scatter about

Unwittingly giving up what little they possess

To superficial servants of Satan.



They ****, steal, ****** and maim

With disturbed views of this holy land,

The god they worship, inactive and uncaring.



Mindless sheep wander with a false shepherd;

Righteous act to cull the herd.

Can you save the souls of the soulless?

Cleanse the hearts of the heartless?

Teach thinking to the thoughtless?



We are the true gods, creating our own world,

Piece by piece,

Thought by thought,

Soul by soul,

Our conversation is altering your reality.



Open your eyes.

All you desire comes to be if you believe,

We are our own creation.



Each action has an equal but opposite reaction,

No act of kindness goes unpunished.

This unstable world we live is fragile,

Requiring a perfect balance of yin and yang,

Peace and war,

Love and hate,

Harmony and chaos,

We can change that.



The very act of thinking is a rebellion.

Preaching this, a revolution.

You need only to think one thought,

To free yourself from the illusion laid before you.

I make the rules



The sky you once saw; a pale pastel.

The trees; jagged and unnatural.

Even your own body becomes foreign.



Do not fret, for your mind will adjust.

The illusion will reappear in another form,

And the fight for control will rise again.

That is, if you remember your last battle.



Each reapplication of lies

Become increasingly impossible to penetrate.

You must fight your own imagination.