The streets are ripe with opportunity. I see them walking around unaware. I focus on what they need, I see every detail of their personality. Like a Spider I bide my time until I see what I like and draw it into my web. It doesn't matter if it is day or night, the hunting ground is always plentiful. You must not project fear or appear as a threat. Only when you have lured them in should you take off the mask and reveal your truest self. By the time they realize what has happened, it is then too late. Like a fish that eats a bated hook, they are drawn in. Then as a cat will toy with a mouse, I play with my victim to my sheer delight and their utter terror. Finishing slowly and carefully, until at last the deed is done. Then I keep a memory and move on to the next one. Waiting as the hunger slowly builds and I again begin my quest for new Prey.

I used to hustle in the streets, with all of the players that is where I would meet. Running the game, trying to get by that was a daily thing. The ebb and the flow of my reality, I never thought this is what would happen to me. They took me to the judge because I like to hustle, now I am sitting hard time because I got busted. People who I thought could be trusted put the knife in me, now my life is noting but history. The code of silence turned out to be nothing, now behind prison bars I am running. All of this goes through my mind, I am  dying in here doing this time. They say ten years is nothing but a minuet but you do not know until you have lived it. They always say let the punishment fit the crime, now I am locked up looking for a life line. The people I thought respected me, now all of them have abandoned me. I sit here with years in front of me, a life that seems wasted behind me. I was only fighting for my piece of the American dream, fighting the poverty of the life I was living. I didn't asked to be born into the street, it just happened that is where I landed on my feet. Now I sit here in this cage, the inside of me is filling with rage. I try to think about what I have lost, the betrayal and what it really cost. So I am filled with anger and doubt. I just want to hear from someone who still believes in me, I just want someone be reaching out.

A whip tore open his flesh. The most precious blood was spilled. Leather bound with bits of metal or glass. A torment for the wicked punished an innocent soul. It was part of an agony that few could ever know. Into the passion he went unto the last, bearing a world of sin. He entered into a divine ecstasy as he was crucified. The torn flesh, the crown of thorns, the sorrow filled his eyes. A brutal death that brought forth an abundance of life, each stripe to his soul is how we are healed. The scourge was more than a cruelty, it was to be a necessity. Only by this torment could he fulfill his destiny, by doing what no one could or ever will, by his suffering, he completed the fathers will.

Existence is not easy, life and nature will test us. When adversity comes, we must make critical decisions in a short span of time. When history judges us and judge us it will, shall we be here to remember it or shall we be it's afterthought. The choices we make as we move forward will decide if we are worthy to inherit the earth and the continued blessings that nature or the divine have bestowed on us.

Lash me, tear my skin, give pain that is unimaginable. Salt the lash and let it cut deep wounds into my flesh. Let the pain bring me back to life and remind me that I matter. Let my screams of agony become my surrender as you take ecstasy in my suffering. Watch the crimson drops flow from my wounds as I beg for more. Keep me in torment waiting for my pain to turn into your satisfaction. Only when I have been scourged to within an inch of consciousnesses should you relent. Only then should you let me breathe the air of joy, as I am your deviant play thing. So please whip me.

Spires that reach into the sky. Crystals shining bright like a new star. Stairways that seem to let you walk on air, clear as the cool night air. Walls of Emerald and Amber, Floors of Topaz with Sapphire arches. vaulting upwards to hold up a translucent ceiling that lets you see the clouds as they pass around the towers filled with white light. A Water Fall pouring from an altar, down over cascading piles of Diamonds. Flowing clear as the Crystals that abound. Serenity as harmony rings from the very walls, as a harmony resonates like the voices of Angels and Fairies. A house worth of divinity but built for the weary soul. A place of rest and reflection, made with no tool marks, but cut out of the Ethos and placed inside a garden like Eden. Waiting for those who journey to come home.

I roll my eyes back into my head. I look to see what is back there. I stare into a mirror looking into my image for hours trying to see if I am the same person I was yesterday? I tried meditating to find my inner self, but all I saw was a sign that said closed for renovation. So here I sit reading a self help book hoping someone else has seen inside of me. Perhaps I should just walk around naked until the true me show up to tell me to put my clothes back on.