The story never ends
When the cycle of life continues
Beyond any measure of lost lovers
Let her stand strong while she's alone
And allow his misery to forever change him
I question love motives
Yet answers aren't said out loud
If I offered you just one day of passion would you refuse it
The night will produce no glass slipper
The morning will welcome no kiss
So make way for all access and let me in

Beauty is…

The flesh can never be defined
Dip it in water and watch it prune
Views or imprints can’t be outlined
Surgical sabotage meet Dr. Doom

Strip the mind & provide ***** mirrors
Self-hatred is big business worldwide
Strip the mind & provide ***** mirrors
So call ugly people want to hide

Our difference is magnificence
I testify you satisfy
Your countenance is radiance

Love all that you are without ridicule
Ridicule no one knowing beauty is love

Unpleasantries and the attraction to noise will leave curiosity wanting to play,
once involved with the madness you will fall for seduction like a dog in heat.
Open heart from the drums rhythm will leave you wanting more each new day,
but the sound is once a month because other feel the soul of the beat.

Are you a carbon copy without ideas
I dare you to live outside the box...no fears
I see the flesh that rots away on your teeth
You flood the gates like zombies with no grief
The plague of following empty shells spell help me
S.O.S calls from your heart beat...deep down you want to be free

No one dares to dream
Many reject their passions
What is love of life
Too many judges
Friends are enemies
Don't be me
Connect people connect
Hold on to self respect

Colors And Naughty Whispers:
In nineteen forty-three she was born. She was a colorful child full of laughter. The world itself was not ready for her ,so she was darkness burden. As time went on books became foreign and words were lost in translation.

Men didn't want to dine her, yet the flesh was good enough to water. Her absence of information opened up to warm lies, and then she gave birth to a *stranger.

Curtains:
It comes to a point when the party is over
No celebration can last forever
Lets move foreword until the last horn is blown

I no longer run into the fog because all is unseen
I am patient as I wait for the smoke to clear
I climb mountains instead of flying overhead

My body is cleansed of all sins, as I tell no lies
Let love ****** me, as I take her hand
I feel good, as my freedom becomes natural

Laughter from the insults begins with things that will come.
From dust particles and ashes that return in the wind.
I see you more than you can see yourself.
We don't have to hold hands and sing songs to connect.
Hell
I never will shed tears and ask for your respect,
but understand that time has no name.
Understand that the grey you see is a fraction of life.
Life that claims us beyond stupidity,
Life we live inside/outside the community.
Brace yourself for what's coming,
even though
you know nothing.

I heard her words and visited her opinions which she believed to be true. I spoke to her softly and said, "If you never traveled the world and never spoke to every man, than how can you claim men motives are the same." She said, "I just know". Her false intervention has blinded all that is real, and she gave me this look that could **** .  I told her to close her eyes and leaned my head on her chest. I heard, "Thump, thump " and as I listened to her heart race in place . I said,"Hearts can never be truly broken".

Permission slips aren't needed,
but time is recommended.
Spending every moment together is not healthy either because his/her patterns will appear in you. The magic of remaining you/
history by what remains true.
Let us live in harmony without rage or envy/
Allow your dreams to be the thing that tempt me.

I ...
Can't breathe....
It feels like the world is closing in on me
So I jog at the junkyard to release the stress
Inhaling trash to remind me of life the inside joke
I trip over some items and fall face first on a lamp
I pick up the lamp and rub it immediately
No Genie, no such luck
I laugh
Brush off my pants
And I think about the good old days
The days before freedom from the nut sac
The days I swam with millions
The days I never spoke a word
Life was easy
Life was ...
I...
Can't breathe...

Expectation And Submission:

The kool-aid sat on the table for two days.
I was forced to take a sip.
My will to live was driven out by fear.
I allowed true masters to abduct me.
Modern day oppression welcome us all.
Not one line will divide or add color.
Perception is ugly like horseshoe *****.

Darkness sets in with mankind,
throughout time words will transform the inferior man into the superior man.
The age of name calling will emerge.
Barbarian,
savages,
uncivil,
Let me stop for a second...

Telling the world another man is unimportant shouldnt take away the fact that he is still a man.

Name callers need peace while overthrowing others who also play a role in mankind by dissecting their own consciousness.
They have a need to
belittle,
  discredit,
transform,
transform into something greater,
even though it's all in the mind that one is greater.

Truth be told wars are pushed forward to the masses by name calling the enemy,
Imagine looking a man in his eyes and calling him a cockroach,
for whatever reason one will feel like he is now squashing a bug,
yet no bug is present.

History will tell a story about mankind no matter the name.

Gone Never Forgotten

Even the sun remembers the scent of flowers that never survives brutal winters.
The distance doesn't matter because the connection is far greater than two points.
So even if we never met we would still exist between now and then which leads to love.

I just realized I fit in no equation.
I'm symbolic,
I'm one,
Nor am I a carbon copy.
I can never truly bond because I am unseen.
My life is between here and there,
trapped in this dimension and this is my hell.
My soul is boxed in purgatory
and my name is a dead language .
Friends
Family
Reject me without warning,
but somehow I survive each morning.

I first fell in love with her when she said she couldn’t remember the year, month, or date.
And time meant nothing because she didn’t know the hour, minute, nor the second.
I placed my jacket over her **** body and looked up at the heavens.
Where did she come from?
It felt like I knew her all my life even though we just met.
She was everything I ever envisioned in a perfect woman.
No …I shall not describe her.

Many yesterdays have passed and we have dance 245 times and she has fallen for me.
Now I am all she knows.
Today, tomorrow, and now her future will be sound.

In the distance I can see a shadowy figure in the midnight hour.
I wait for whatever to become more visible to the naked eye .
As time moves forward I catch the reflection from the stream.
Somehow I dozed off to sleep and was awaken by ****** fangs.
This is what happens when you are caught slipping in life.
Somebody is watching you too and rest to sure they're sneaky like mice.

Poetry P.S
Acceptance:
The ugly truth about trying to fit into a certain demographic lifestyle that will never except you will drive you to cause harm to yourself and others.

Human Incubation

The world painted us with mud and it harden
She allowed us to see beyond the cracked dirt
Even though millions denied their own worth
She recognized that our path belong to us

Everything in us is beautiful even when life is ugly
She didn’t permit us to play victim
Our wickedness is only a distortion due to self-hatred
She promoted love through pain
I know sightlessness can still bring forth opportunity
She knew change was absolutely essential to move foreword - FK


Rest easy Maya Angelou.

We look at one another and our eyes meet with disgust.
A bundle of joy lives with each blink,
so I keep my eyes shut and walk blindly.
She taunts me with laughter,
so I deafen my ears to shield the heart.
I can only be sure of myself.
Not to long ago I said, "It was nice to meet you."
Time never perfected its unseen future.
I've learned that everything is an illusion,
and never shall we survive as lovers.
No reintroduction is necessary when all is lost.

Sometimes the unknown weakens the true self that remains unseen.
Break free from the revolving door
and stand still for a second.

Allowing words to connect with your reality is important for your well being.
Intrust the balance between dreams with your worth.

She don't trust me
She is forever scorned
Love don't simply live here anymore
When I walked out the door
She said
Love don't simply live here anymore
No matter
No matter what she believes
I'm not the man
The man she makes me out to be
Why can't she see me
I am so much more
And it is her I adore

It is never enough to understand things that are true because sometimes obtaining it changes nothing unless you can deal with the consequence that follows.
I see ...
Umbrellas are sold but never protects the whole body from the rain.
I see...
Shanangans unfold at work  that demand without shame.

Mental cruelty :
The past is just that and harboring any ill thoughts is like strings controlling your every move.
Move forward and dominate good will with today's vision of bliss, so peace of mind can rest easy.
Easy said than done... than take a stand and allow what you heard leave steps in the sands of time.
Time to live because even though you never hear or see it trees never live their lives in mindless repeats.

Musical Chairs:
Worst than someone pulling you down a ladder.
Worst than not having a liver to filter your bladder.

The enemy of enemies is your lover when night falls begins.
Wash away all that is not true in the morning forget your sins.

Toast to highest and dash past the library with less knowledge.
Tip the stripper as she dance and wish to get your ***** polished.

The last to sit down will stand forever lost in a typhoon.
Keep turning a blind eye to the obvious life will past by soon

People are in conflict
Nothing is true anymore
How does it feel to rent life
Wounded like a dry *****
Bones broken unseen flesh
Back to the dust of the land
It never mattered that you did your best

Money money money
The quest for fire is gone
Years past and old is anew
Jungles formed unshaved lawns
I'll paint the picture without lights
Blood on the canvas
Even with laws our eyes are without sight.

It was never about the way she looked.
Truth be told...
I truly adored the way she looked at me.
I just wanted to be seen.
The way she observed me was pleasing.
I made it easy for her to discover all that I am.

Planet 28

I've been on this planet alone for about 7 of earth years.
To my surprise I miss the abuse from others which led me to tears.
Vegetation here has kept me well balanced, but my laugh is gone.
Don't know how I got here, and I never got to see my 1st born.
Maybe this is my punishment and I died and went to hell.
I guess I'll never know anything ...then again time will tell.

Rejection Needs To Be Valid:
When genuine people greet you with honesty, respect, and the state of being free of ridicule don't allow fear to overshadow individuals that are well grounded.

Reconstructed Evil:
Nowadays the new norm is acting like you are unaware, so when negative things unfold you remain a stranger to the anger of others.

You become the basket case,
even worst than that a straight lunatic.
Closed in by the concept of being too sensitive.
How could this be when all you wanted was to be left alone.
Arachnid silk keeps you confined as a meal for poison victory.

Nothing is hidden when the days are simple,and never will I allow my days to be so complex because what you see is what you get.

I offer my history never to predict my future, but I do set goals in motion hoping for the best.
I wake up with my heart open for the world to touch, so embrace all that is me.
I only wish we could be reborn pulled head first with the knowledge of what's right so there can be no wrong.
I will meet many faces on my path to righteousness, and some will hate me because they love me; however, at the same time dark shadows will still loom with love.
Take note ...
Just because I don't mean any harm doesn't mean no harm will come.
Life has its own rules and each moment we taste death through a straw.