Beware the petals of which you pluck,
as though the stalk may have the thorns,
the petals can cut sharper than any thorn
may go instead.
  
For beauty is an illusion that can hide a
worse fate, to lie on a bed of petals a
thousand paper cuts dilute you innocence
lying  on a layer of silk knifes.
  
I would have taken the thorns any day,
as they show you what they are. Instead of
hiding the secrets within beauty more trouble
for the unwise who fear the thorns.

Though it is the petals that have the deppest cut instead.

It has been said
You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him drink

I now understand that phrase
You can help all you want
Talk till you're blue

Simple truth is
People will do what
people will do

I GIVE UP!!!!

Drop all the expectations
and just be yourself.
Realize the consequences
but recognize who you truly are
on the inside.

If life is a game,
Then I'm probably losing.
Beaten at every corner,
And I'm finally bruising.

But isn't it great,
To just play it with your friends?
'Cause remember if you end your game,
Then your friends game ends.

I have shed a rain cloud of
                                Tears,
you gave me an emotional
               Umbrella
To keep Me dry,
from my down pour of tears...

They float above me
I pluck them like fruit
Juicy words that I bite
Into to, the taste creative
Juice flowing.

I pick many to get my fill,
I may be greedy as i plucked
Words to fill the page, I must
Release, let go once plucked
out of the air and let them be
used by another.

I choose my words floating
around I pluck them when
needed, but I know That I must
let others float on, like fruit
I consume them to bring forth
thought words to paper out of thin air.

News off. Music on. All is perfect in my world.
I only use papers as kindling these nights.
Far from "because I don't care",

I just stopped so suddenly one day, having
Noticed how I barely hear myself
Asking why to it all anymore.

I'd yell at the Prime Minister, I'd curse at CNN,
I'd turn it on to hear explosions in Bagdhad
And Syrian children crying for dead parents

In the background, while doing the dishes.
Why? No clenched fist of mine could reach across
And unfold, full of peace, compassion and disarmament.

Show me good news! I know they don't get the ratings,
Sell the papers or the next advertised product, but they
Happen in equal amount to the horrors.

It's a beautiful world as well. Where my loved ones remain
Unshot, uncut, unbombed, unharmed. Safe and even smiling.
That is truth. That is real. That is here.

Anything else is a lie.
That is why.

Atomized eloquence of the ocean,
heard only by those few  who cared,
i felt, wanted to tell many things, to me
so expected a knock at the door
of my mind. Waited.But it didn't.

                She stood near  me oblivious
                of this in her happiness.
Life is driven by false notions, corrected by experiences
Unsaid words.Scattered things.Do not get astonished.

Waves brought, decomposed sea weeds
and wriggling fish,  sliding against each other
I smelled ***

We were watching waves. 'Savage'
do I have to answer to that?
( sudden exclamation, betwixt silent *******)
The waves tickled our naked feet,
she was happy like a girl
on a date first time ever.Excited beyond limits,
passion of every woman  on being in  water.

'insatiable urge'- a soft voice exclaimed,
(in a room, light gently penetrating in to darkness
I eased my weight against her body)

Shells and bones,
I was thinking, and saw them in my mind,
lying scattered under shifting sands
One  never is fully aware.Though one knows.

Bones
reminder, at last of all that love and hate,
Flesh, completely dissolved, went back to elements.
Sea is like us, men and women
hides so much.Listen and look around, you will see signs!

'You look like a hermit'
she said by way of compliment.
Love is the gleam in her eyes.Evident.
"Is it my shaggy beard?
I am a lecher.Even worse"
i whisper in to her ear,
She took it as a joke,
laughs like the waves,
that go zigzag, for a while.

Yes life, when you look,
after the peeling of wraps,
supposed to be  serious stuff
ends up as joke,
obscene gleam of of white bones,
laughter of white teeth on a naked skull.
Like the avarice of the  never ending waves
signifying nothing in particular.

I was ******* her in my mind,
in water, she  vaguely reminded a water nymph,
stood with hands on both hips
as if she understood my shameful plot,

Her drenched dress stuck to her curves.Lubricious.
Slightly plump, with lithe limbs,
i get a vision of her, squeezing me tight,
in a brutal embrace,
at the precise instant,
the waves of ****** strike.

Waves withdraw,
naked sand bars look like dead whales
under it lies scattered bones.
              O

I burn on the inside the
flame of love like ******
on my heart, I think of yesterdays
the day we meet and a
spark was ignited in my
life.

It burned through my
heart incinerating my
mind with thoughts of
the love that like a sun
burns bright.

I am ignited, your love
burns through my skin, if
I were to be ashes the
love you give to me would
still burn in the embers,
as my heart is aflame  
and you are the light that
ignites it into my life...

slowly the heat of day
thawed the verbal abuse
shouted in my ear
I loved the Sun for that