Oh yes, the dream
Neptunian Nightmare
This lifemare
With her in the rain
At least she screams
Not worth the feels
Between neutral and real
I'd prefer nothing
Even this
Is a waste
Tho no more than any other taste
A lower price
It's
Optional
No price worth paying
For additional fleeing flings
I'd prefer sleep
But still I eat
It's better than nothing
Tho not really

The **** I've had to do
Just to keep you from me

That's on you
Babee

Soft hands in summer
Warm hands in the light
But come winter, dried up n parched
Not my fault
I was pure before I met you
Still am, always will be.
If my surface is mottled
It was due to your cold winds
And harsh heat.
But I will be free again
And glow bright

Used, a utility, a convenience

To be controlled or dropped.

Where are the ones who are open and giving of love?

And aren't just looking for some thing to be

Used, a utility, a convenience

To be controlled or dropped?

Where are the ones who are open and giving of love?

I am succor to the innocent,
Terror to the harming,
Conquerer of matter,
King of the beyond

Alone in the cold
With only an angel to spy me
It's amazing they do not care:
They do nothing.

I thought once that She would help me
Lend me warmth,
But that was a dream:
humans are no angels.

Now I know.

The disappointments of man
Are hard to bear
For they deny us all joy
But the pleasure of being alone
And so we seek salvation in a bottle
For there is none whole
Nor willing to be so
Thus I fill myself up
And empty my cask
There's little to do here
About these basking husks
I'd much rather vacate
And embrace my destiny.
I've done all I could
The disappointment is theirs.
Angels are kinder
I've beared enough.
Those who blame are at fault
And will never place burden on me
And so, I am free
And they are not welcome to join me.

I am not your reason when you look for someone to guilt.

You are the candle, I am the looking glass.

You see only your self when you project on me.

You look for a crime because you have a criminal's mind.

I've had enough of looking your way.

You're blinded by your worries.

Your flame is hate.

My window is clear and sees you true, unfiltered.

But now, it's apparent you have no vision.

So fend for your lil self, and you'll have no blame left for me.

I see the light and the darkness now.

But you feel only for yourself.

You'll learn.

Alone.

Haughty
Harlots
Keep quiet
Or further aeons in hell
Is what you'll get

Selfish self-servers wearing masks of divinity
In two waves his answer arrives

When the kind show kindness
The using use it.
The using are vicious
And violent.
They hate speech
And prefer lies.
They censor and silence
For they hate the free truth.

The kind speak truth
Gently at first
And then without mercy
When the cruel attack
Their gentleness
Necessitating
Severity
To defend the kind and weak.

The aggressor is she who spit
Not he who spoke.
One who cannot defend their point
Has no defense
And no point.

And so it is said
They who take up the sword
Will die by it
As their victims
Formerly helpless
Destroy the oppressor
So that we can have peace.

Thus the weak, the kind, the gentle,
Who hold to the principle of justice,
Become the warriors
Who destroy evil without mercy.

Remember always
It is the reasoned argument
That is the kindness.
Not the fool who babbles
Blind
And resorts to fallacies
To push their lies.

No one shall be excused
For tampering with this message
To excuse their evil-doings.

The kind are those who desire truth
Not passive injustice
Reason
Not feinting lies
Discussion
Not fleeing
Facing the facts
Not hiding from them
Kindness
Not vitriol
And beware lest ye misconstrue
I am kindness
And free
Gentle
And peaceful
And if ye lie, with your herd-like mentality,
Your obtuse tribalism,
Your unequal bigotry,
And do not face facts,
The facts face you.

Why do you put the toilet seat down
For your inferior?
Does the drill instructor bow down and kiss the boots of the cadets?
No wonder your world is such an ugly mess - a toilet.
The strong are made weak and the fools make the rules. It's a cognitive dissonance which creates only conflict.
Clearly both sides are full of insanity.
The stupid men are women and the women are stupid men.
I suppose the men and women deserve it, for having twisted things so far against the good, abusing their power to do evil and selfish misdeeds.
Turds.

On earth when you complain
that there is no love here
They say "I feel sorry for you"
and they mean "quit whining
And settle for the slop we offer"
because they are hate, not love
And they have made no effort
to bring love here
Or to make it possible
to find it.
Their only answer is
"we don't care"
Because they don't love,
not here.
They are to blame
and they are cruel to the loving.
There is nothing wrong with me
for desiring depth.
They hate
those who are perfect love
Because they have chosen filth
and hate the ascended.