Tis
Not the mocho part of the inner man that maketh a man
What he is,
Tis
It's the feminine half inside the inner being of a man that
Maketh him a creation of God....

The best of both worlds combined!!!

I want to bite the flesh of your words
And let the juice of your truth trickle down my throat.
I want to inhale the scent of your joy
And graze upon your sadness
I want to devour your pain
And consume your pleasure
I want to feast on all parts of you
And relish every mouthful
Until my belly can take no more

All these knives in my back
         They don't even hurt anymore
   I mean, I'm sore
                 And it's intense
      But it doesn't make any sense
I must be at war
         With myself
      Tearing apart the insides of my brain
Have I gone insane?
           Why do I
Keep letting these things
              Happen to me?
       Is there a sign taped to my back
  Saying "Torture ME"?
            "Take Advantage Of ME"?
        "Love Me And Leave ME"?
    What's wrong with me?
            All this backstabbing
        Take this pen
And drag the ink into my spine
   Use the blood drops as a tattoo design
           The scars from all the knives
     Will just make it look more divine
Maybe some Angel wings
           With a sash torn apart
      and "Nobody Loves ME"
Written across the heart
            Might as well throw it all away
       Throw it all out the door
    I'm sore
          But all these knives in my back
     Don't even hurt anymore

Money can be your best friend if you have it, yet it can also destroy everything you have.
Money can buy you anything you like, but at the same time the 'hunt' for money and things can, like drugs, consume you and change you.
It can cause you to push away everyone close to you and it can form a paper money wall around you that stops anyone from getting through.
Money can buy you a lot,  but it can't buy you love and respect for who you are, which seems to be missing in this so called 'united world'.

There I am, trapped in a cage of depression and negativity, like a parrot kept as a pet, nowhere to go, unable to live life like I should. I'm thinking back to the times before I was locked in this cage, enjoying life and being happy. Now, the only thought on my mind is: "Somebody please unlock this cage and make me feel it once again, my freedom"

What is amour? With just word's?
Tis word's canst be all powerful,
If meant, and spoken back!!!!!!
Tis,
At the same time,
Whilst one speaketh words
And no actions to those words,
One hast naught!!!!

In thy new age English term
( means nothing)!!!

Thou must haveth both
To complete elect amour'...........