dolly loves to be handled
in a particular way
the rougher it is
the better she likes the play

she cries for the string
to be bound ever tight
so her neck glows
with a blood red sight

dolly loves those sharp pins
to be driven well in
so they make ***-holes
in her delicate skin

she's always pleading
for more pin puncturing
which gives her a lot
of deep pleasuring

dolly sweet dolly
it's time for the rough house play
to conclude

dolly sweet dolly
the handling you so relish
is so crude

dolly sweet dolly
don't request the string and pins
again

dolly sweet dolly
your owner
wants to refrain

Come,
kiss me
hard
and you shall test revenge.
put your hand o'er my heart
and you'll hear the beat to which Lillith's children dance
Let me drain all the blood from your body
oh,c'mon! you don't need to be sorry
allow me to carve a smile across your face
and when they find you,
I shall fade.
Oh non, rien de rien
Oh non, je ne regrette rien

You left a hollow space in my heart
but darling, you can't undo the past.
you screamed in pain
of language I knew not a trace
Regrets? I have not one.
I was your angel who shone in the sun
but now, I am the ruler of your demons

And their hearts were pure diamond
For they would always be
Tolerant,
Noble,
Sympathetic
To the needs of those around,
But they were susceptible
To the weakness of those
That were
Fragile
Flesh
Human
Emotion would taint the pure,
What was once solid changed
With each transgression
The heart changed
Ruby
Raged upon those around
Uncontrollable cracks did show
Emerald    
Eyes ignited by the wanting of others
Love, belongings, tainted colours showed.
Amber
They could not take the emotion
Confusion
Frustration
Depression
Was the end of many, on to the
"Shards of tears"
Would many then fall
Torn to pebbles, now resting beneath
They were once pure heart
Diamond,
"Shone through"
But once the seed planted it grew,
"Then the inevitable"
The sins turned a heart to stone
Frozen with emotion,
Erased just cold  rock now stood
A frozen moment,
Life,
Stillness,
Corruption
Had taken another ancient
For one day all would be but rock,
Those that helped the beginnings of a species
Now all is corrupted by the taint that is **man..

for there to be a total and complete utopia that benefits all it would be an equal and bland life.
life without emotions that could potentially start conflict.
life without diversity to avoid the confrontations of opinions.
life without memories so we cant compare the past to the present.
life where no rules are ever broken.

life where love is treated just as pain so they exclude them from our lives.
life where music wasn't used to express ourselves.
life where your opinion is forbidden.
a life of mystery , more than there are today.
so a utopia that would be settle for everyone to be equal, and fair would be no utopia at all.
*we would all be faint echos of life.

And the philosopher asked what is time?
It’s what we spend our lives trying to fight
Yet it’s what we will never escape.
It’s a drive to do better, bigger, more
To create and procreate
So that your mark might be left on time
After death it’s the only way we can continue to live
Within memory.

But time diminishes all
Because all is ephemeral
Memories
Mountains
Memories of mountains.
Time is creations vice.

On the cosmic calendar
Humanity has only lived in the last second
Of the last day of the year scale.
Is it likely we’ll live any longer?

Is this what we ignore?
To get ourselves out of bed every morning
Because we realize that actions make no difference in the scheme of things
That our exsitance doesn’t matter to time.
But then why do we live in regret?
Why do we live limited?

Is this how the stars feel?
Like their existence is so small in such a infinitely expanding universe.
Is time real for them?
Or is it just an illusion of our own demise?

Time is the great equalizer
Whether we are what’s good or bad in the world
Time will find a counter for us.
But what happens at the end?
Is there an end to time?
Or does it expand with the universe?

What if out of the infinite number of universes
One singular universe achieves equilibrium in it’s end
Yes the end of its infinity.
Does this mean creation triumphs over time?
Does this signify the end of time? Do we return back to nothing?
To a black hole?
Is  time then reborn from this lack of existence?
Does this process infinitely repeat?

Time is a ****
She screws everyone
She is confusing and beautiful
Time for us is us, our lives
Then the philosopher said” I only wanted the time you could have just said 2:40”

*Moral of this story is proper grammar saves time

Bandaged hearts heal.
tomorrow holds heavenfuls
of clean, fresh air.

open yourself and breathe.
flex that muscle in your chest;
uncage it from within iron

ribs and stretch it.
soreness fades.
bandaged hearts heal.

stand up.
put down your crutches, and
love.