Just one more boost and that will be enough. I will reach nirvana and then I am done. Mixing the chemicals to get the blend just right. I will be doing great by the end of the night. One shot then two then three then four. I can't remember how to find the door. Completely zoned out with the needle in my arm. Dying to get harm what was the harm. Now you are nothing but a ****** that had noting to lose. Mom and dad find out your dead on the six o'clock news.

Hair thin lines are engraved into my skin. Paper thin slivers travel over me again and again. Emotional tears break open and wounds bleed my sentiment. The Ravens gather as they wait for me to fall into my grave. Your words slice me only on the surface, my inner soul is buried already beneath a heart of stone. Try as you might you only slightly wound me, but with enough attacks I may be undone. Instead of grievously striking me with an open attack, you slice and cut me from all directions. You leave small wounds that culminate in my weakening. Finally I see the shadows gathering around me as the light begins to dim, the Ravens caw as they await my demise. Slowly I feel my emotional life slipping further away as I am dying from a thousand cuts your words have made in me.

Stomping with angry hooves, rooting in the soil and stirring up dust. This is what the Earth Beast considers fun. Gnawing on bitter roots or lying in the burning sun. No one tells the Earth Beast what it must do or when it must be done. With a neck like two fold iron and eyes that are piercing and black. The Earth Beast can make its enemies flee with a snort and a roar from it's snout. Lumbering between trees and displacing rocks. The mighty behemoth wears a path over everything as it goes.  The ground creaks and groans at the Earth Beast coming, while leaves fall from trees as though winter had come. Into the water the Earth Beast goes, taking the river into it's mouth in one mighty gulp. The Earth Beast trudges on with little fear of anything except it's own kind. When two of the mighty beast collide, the mountains echo with the thunder of the crashing blows and the roars of the mighty Earth Beast make men's heart fail. So is the way of the mighty Earth Beast as it lives out it's life to what ever end it may seem fit.

The sound of music fills the air, young nubile bodies are scantly clad. The aroma of sensuality is intoxicating. An aphrodisiac of pleasure awaits the senses. All thoughts turn to pleasure and forget restraint as you give into the temptations of the flesh. You become lost in the desires that you have restrained for so long and lose your inhibitions. Caught in the thrill of the here and now, you seek only pleasure and nothing else. Now you have succumb to the trap of earthly delights.

Fit into the dress, so they won't like you less, keep your size near zero, that is how it goes. Each day is a chore not knowing if you can do it anymore. Eat, then purge to keep yourself beautiful. Repeat, then feel miserable about yourself. You enjoy the attention, but in private you cannot stand the pain. Wanting to be beautiful shouldn't come at such a high price. So once again you go through the motions, eat, purge then repeat to keep the image of what you think others want to see in you.

Edge of the knife, steely blade cutting and wounding deep. My cold and unforgiving friend we meet once again. Each time I unsheathe you I am wounded and slashed. My wrist and legs bear the scars of your work and yet you are the only one who understands that I have a need to feel. I have a need to know that life still flows through my veins. So time and again I visit you, your edge glistening like the fangs of a silver serpent, as you bite into my flesh. I recoil in pain and delicious agony. You are both friend and foe. You are what I live to hate but am forced to live with, because you are the only one who truly understands my pain.

As the sun rises and the world awakens, a host of new possibilities are realized. The night has passed and the weariness of yesterday has been shed. Tired eyes awaken to the sounds of life anew. The script has not been written as to what might occur. The day is a blank slate waiting for someone to set the scene. Embrace the morning and all of the promise that it brings.

I wanted to be devoid of feeling. I wanted to be free of emotional weight, so I bore my soul in my poetry and now I am without a thing to say.

I cannot write, I cannot speak. I have lost my voice, I cannot find my words. I have no way to relate my feelings, my emotions have been drained away. I am a void of nothing, less than nothing inside. I can no longer think, I have no feeling I am numb. To hope is pointless and to fight is in vain as well as it is to do nothing, but I have nothing from which I can draw. No hate, no love only an empty space. Perhaps I will stay empty for a while and perhaps find some quiet peace.

I sit with a bottle in my hand, it had just as well of been a loaded gun. The only difference between the liquor and a bullet is that one will **** me a little slower than the other. My soul is empty and devoid of any hope. I have tried to drown my sorrow and your memories, but to no avail. Now I contemplate how much I can drink before I pass out or become sober. Then if I sober up, what will I really do? I suppose I will just have to keep drinking until my soul is full of something that can take up the space of the emptiness I feel inside.

Bullets fly off of the shelves, rockets are sold by the pallet load. ****** is the business of the moment. The next most advanced gadget is designed to protect you from an unknown threat. Billions are spent each year on death and mayhem. Generations are raised to hate and take up arms for causes that have long since been forgotten. The original dissenters in what ever argument that existed have long since faded into the nothingness. Now the endless war rages on, with blood merchants profiting from the misery of children and women. People are born into the horrors of conflict, not to know peace but to know suffering and oppression. Seeing no end to the endless war and conflict that profits few off of the blood of the many.

Nations in turmoil, war drags us backwards. One ideology cannot live with another. Blood is shed in order to make a point, famine rages across the land as the helpless and hopeless die. In the throws of birth, the old age passes and the new one comes. From darkness comes enlightenment and a hope for a better tomorrow. As we crawl forward fighting for every inch of ground, time waits for no one as the old struggles give way to the new . In an age to come what will we find, the only thing that is certain is that all things are uncertain. The hope will be in our children, that the old relics of the past will fade and that they will inherit a better sense of self than we hold. In this knowledge may flourish and leave the hatred and malice of the last age behind, giving birth to a better tomorrow than the one before. This must be the outcome if we truly hope to survive.

Years have flown by and time has taken its toll. Many have been the sorrows and lessons learned. Now when things seem bleak, fruit from seed sewn has begun to be harvested. For on the journey of trial, many a soul has been rescued and many a wanderer has been shown the right path. The stranger has been comforted and wounds have been healed. Though there have been set backs and people have fallen by the wayside, those who have been found and helped have made the trip worth while. In the grand scheme of all things, we are but a small part of a play. So we must endure the journey to reach our destination, what ever that may one day be.

Mommy has manicured nails and daddy pays all of the bills. I walk around in high heels, oh what a pampered life. I have an awesome boy friend, he lets me drive his Mercedes Benz. I love his rippling muscles as he wraps his arms around me. I don't shop at retail stores, only the best from Christian Dior. Funny how money can open doors, yes I am rich. So what if I am a little spoiled and I never get my soft skin soiled. I have servants to take care of that. I spend my days looking amazing, sitting by the pool with my friends. What a shame it would be if this life were to ever end. So I will work on my smile, keep my figure all the while, I have money to burn. When will the little people ever learn, they all like what they see. All of them want to be like me. I am famous for being rich and they say I am a little *****. I will just sit here a while, perhaps take a few selfies and smile as I feed my dog Caviar. Perhaps I will just become an online star. Smiling as you dream of being rich like me, I am just a little entitled you see.

Arms around two bodies, embracing in the heat of passion. Two forms lost in each other forming an image as if a master sculpture had fashioned them. Two heart beats becoming one, as breathing joins in a rhythm. Each giving energy to the other as two lovers share the most intimate parts of themselves. All secrets are exposed and all pretenses are lost. For one moment they share souls and exchange pleasure with each other. Rising to the apex then slowly coming down together in a silhouetted embrace, entwined in each others love.

Sitting in buildings of marble and glass peering at a farmer trying to plant a seed. From ivory towers and the seats of power, they strain and twist their brows. Looking over the farmers shoulder should he put too many seed in a row. With law degrees from prestigious universities, they bark orders and spit out edicts as though we were peasants. With no one to check their power, they lock up honest citizens and throw away the key, for daring to pick up a lost Eagles feather. In their world they pose as God raining down edicts and fiery sermons on how the average person should live, all the while demanding blind obedience under pain of over bearing regulation that can bankrupt even the richest of men. While all the time they are yet human and when one of the elites should stumble and make a mistake, there is no accountability no matter the damage that is done or the lives that are ruined, while rivers run yellow with waste. They toast themselves as being concerned and all knowing. They are the EPA.

To be equal is to be at the same level. It is to have balance and to be on an even plain. A word cannot make you the same as something else or someone else. Often times you must earn your way to it. Not every person is equal in their gifts nor are they born into equal circumstances. The only true fact of equality is that we are all born naked and crying and that we all will pass away in death. For all other things, we must fervently work. We cannot be given equality in this life, it must be earned. The struggle is a life long one unless you become content, to accept that the only thing truly worth while is equal respect that allows each of us to achieve what we are capable of. In this we can leave the world a more balanced place than we found it.

Statuesque and curvy, ample in the right places. Seductive and foreboding, with hair that is full of highlights or dark streaks depending on my mood. Skin soft as satin and eyes the color that suits my  mood. I draw you into my web of desire. You willingly surrender to my wiles and are a willing party to my seduction. Sin is of no thought to you right now. In the proper pair of shoes, that accentuate my body, I surrender to you as a garden of earthly delights. Any pleasure you could desire I can give you. A soft warm touch, with painted nails. Full colored lips like the warning of a deadly butterfly. You seek to possess me and to show others what they cannot have. I am forbidden fruit and delicious to taste. I am ****** and all the things you desire me to be.

Running away from my fears, I crawl deep inside of myself, only to be confronted with conscience. I am forced to deal with what I have locked away. It terrifies me and I look for another place to hide. In plain sight I look for ways to avoid having the conversation with myself. Try as I might, the voices inside of me, won't let me avoid the confrontation. So I use what ever I can to distract myself in order to escape confronting my own demons that have been demanding resolution for so long.

Bark bark bark goes the dog with the cold nose. Pad foot pad foot as the k 9 walks along. Wagging the tail in happy refrain as a ball is chased on a sunny day. Man's best friend always wants to play. A loyal companion to the end, every dog has his day.

I see what I want and I take it. I do not care about the consequences of my actions. I would rather be feared than loved. I do as I please and revel in the satisfaction of making gains. I walk around politely and appear normal, but inside I am a menacing form with little in the way of remorse. I do not act with reason but in self interest alone. I prey on the weak and the unsuspecting. I leave broken and shattered lives and destruction where ever I go. I wear a mask of illusion for I need no reason at all.

From the first cry of birth until the last sigh at death, we are in constant state of change. As we grow and learn, we evolve. Our situations change and our experiences mold us. We are forced to move forward in the stream of time. Regardless of what we think or feel, we are compelled to take part in this rhythm of evolution that all things must succumb to with the passage of time.

I see what I was, I know what I am. The question is what will I become? In order to continue to exist, I must move forward, never going back. I must open my mind and embrace new ideas. I must be willing to agree to disagree, even when I feel that I am right. I cannot always have things my way and sometimes there must be compromise. In order to function and go beyond what I am, I must define myself in new ways and be willing to learn a new path. To become the person I am meant to be is to embrace an evolution of myself.

Just as a child awaits the birthday and presents that they know will come, so I look forward to tomorrow. While violence swirls around the globe and uncertainty fills the airwaves, miracles are coming alive all around us. Where the crippled once could not walk, now they can receive new limbs. Where the deaf could not hear, now sounds are being given back to them. Where disease once ran amok, now new discoveries are healing the sick. When we once stood in awe of the stars above us, soon we will be visiting them. For all of the doubt that is forced upon us, the best of what we are can still rise above the fray. Our expectations should be for our future and not trapped in the here and now, as we all hope for a brighter day.

Peeling back the layers like a dark Rose and looking into the heart of the blossom. I delve into the inner parts of myself and seek to reveal the true inner person. With the doors opened to my inner self, the whole world can see what is hidden with in me. Thus I have exposed my soul and what it contains for all to truly see me.

Dawn comes too early, I am not in the mood for morning. Like a grumpy cat I sneer at daybreak. Noonish is a better to start my day. That is why coffee is my first thing to do everyday. Home made Java, that old cup of Joe. Steaming hot aromatic and black. I mixture to stir the senses, just what the doctor ordered. A shot to perk me up and revive me to the world. From no whip latte to the espresso double shot. From Colombian dark roast to French Vanilla, what ever it takes to jump start my heart is what I desire. So if you hear weird noises at 5 am, don't be alarmed. The world is not ending, nor is there an earth quake. It is most likely me and my coffee *** whirring in an attempt to make espresso for myself.

Each and everyday we pass so many people. We see the faces of others like ourselves. They are members of the human race and all have problems. Some have different problems that the ones we have, but all have problems just the same. As each problem is different, so is each face. Behind the skin and eyes lies an intellect and a soul. If we could all stop for a moment and look at the face of another. Then read their expression and find out what they need. If we could then offer just a little help, then the faces would all smile and what a beautiful world that would be.

Pixies dance in rays of moonlight sprinkling magic dust across the veil. Mist rises the morning after and mushrooms tell the tale. Groupings of circles where pixy dust was thrown down last. Waiting to be harvested by industries gnomes, and carried away to their lairs. Each full moon the cycle begins anew. Fairies spreading their magic, in fairy land that is what they love to do.

In all of the world, that which we cannot see is the most disturbing. From our birth until we pass from this life, we are confronted with things that we cannot see. In all things we strive to find understanding, but seldom do we grasp the scope or gravity of what we cannot sense. It is in this that we define ourselves. It is in this that we are tested. For faith is not just something that we learn in a school or read in a book, it is the ideal that there is something greater than ourselves. Whether you believe in luck, divinity or predestinate events, you must grasp on to something. For to live with out any belief is to not have lived at all. Some believe in perfect love while others believe in their luck. All hold to something whether we will admit it or not, but in the end, faith is the core of our being for to have no faith is to forget hope and to cease to live. If all there is in life is to merely exist, then life has no point and death is preferable to the emptiness of living without faith in something.

When the shadow of the world is over you and the giants seem to tall to defeat, on bended knees I seek my strength. With a hope of things not seen, I call upon Jesus name. I plead for intercession and his healing touch. Though the enemy builds a strong hold, I know that it will come crashing down, for my foundation is laid upon the solid rock and the enemy builds on unstable ground.

Born in the heavenly spires, but brought low by mortal love. Wanting to stay in the ethereal realm, but caught in the intoxication of mortal paradise. Oh what could bring a celestial being to give up eternity for mortality? The simplest of human failings, the desire to be with the one who has stolen your heart.

My wings cannot fly to the heavens. My soul is not welcome in the ancient halls of worship. I dared to question the way of things and to defy the order of my place. I sought to rise above the status assigned to me. I dared to question all that I knew. Now I am outcast from my home and disowned by a people. Divinity shall be denied me and I shall not follow my fathers into the hereafter. I will now be forced to venture into a place that I know not. To learn new things not taught me in my youth. Only with a staff and my wits do I go into a savage land. Under the burning sun I am compelled onwards, to something I do not know. The only thing assured is that I am an outcast in search of a purpose with an empty soul that seeks to be filled with truth.

Cool wind blows through the tall golden blades of grass. The leaves of the summer are fading and the days light fades sooner. The need for a sweater and a blanket have come all too soon. Clouds are a little darker and more mysterious by the light of a harvest moon. I walk on my way as I notice that time has slowly passed. Summers days have gone and fall is on my path.

The land is full of grain and riches abound, and yet the souls of the people are starving. There is a hunger that the knowledge of man cannot feed nor can a full belly abate the desire. The word has been driven from the eye and the ear, the tongue that speaks the truth has been placed in silence. The proclamation of the good news is far from the minds of the people, having been set aside for other desires. The next new thing or shiny object has replaced love and kindness. The streets run red with blood while people wander in confusion seeking the truth but finding it not, as they hunger in a famine for the bread of life.

I went to sleep and woke up to a different dawn. The sky was no longer blue but a bright hue of Gold. The birds came to the window and said good morning to me. I walked out of my house and saw the wonder of the sky. Two suns were rising one behind the other. Three moons were setting, each a different color. I felt the grass between my toes and saw that it was silver and white. The wind blew past and I could smell Gingerbread and cake. I saw a man in a funny had and asked where I was, he asked me where I would like to be? I walked down a smooth glass path surrounded by bright colored flowers, each had a unique scent and followed me as I moved. The distant mountains were pail Grey covered in Silvery snow and there was a Ocean that was crystal clear. Such was the wonder of this world that I decided to stay and live in my fantasy.

Walking among the white Lilies that bloom with the golden centers. Standing on the blue grass among the purple Roses, I see the Gold fish singing in the green water as Humming birds keep time. I look at the mushrooms upon which the fairies sit playing grass flutes, made from long stems taken from the flower bed. The wind blows through the Yellow Bells that ring in harmony. The Willow tree filled with chimes ****** and clink to make beautiful sound. The Morning Glories shudder and dance as they shake off the first dew of the day. The suns shine down through the canopy of Oak trees that sway and shake. Harmony is achieved as I sit in my fantasy garden of make believe.

Rows of dark earth broken and brought to the suns light. Seed sewn into the earth hoping for a good return. Sweat off of the brow and an aching back. Making a living off of the land, hoping that it will rain. Asking for little help, but always glad when a neighbor lends a hand. Giving caring in like kind to those who have my back. Loving and raising children in open clear spaces. Rising early and getting in bed just as night comes. Such is a farmers life, hard work, family and freedom. All worth growing to me.

Glistening on the runway, turning for a profile, walking up and down in heels, this is just our style. Immersed in glamor, should I wear sequins or a backless dress? It can be quite confusing, I must confess! Hair styled in unbelievable ways, often defying gravity thanks to enough hair spray. Eyeliner and rouge to highlight the correct lines on a model's face. The lighting must be perfect, everything is in its place. The DJ gets the cue and the music gets to start. The curtain opens and everybody plays their part. Delighted fans take pictures and get lost for a while. They have to come here to see what near perfection can be achieved with a proper sense of fashion and style.

I am no a perfect 10, unless you subtract 10 belt sizes. I have a large build but I can still see my shoes before I put them on. I do watch what I eat, I just like too much of it. I work out, but I get hungry afterwards. I do not fear a mirror because depending on the kind of mirror it is, it may not tell me the truth. I am ok with who I am, there is just more of me than there may be of some other people. Despite what others think, being fat is not that bad.

I once saw a Fawn in a place that looked like Eden. I quietly watched it from a distance. The precious deer walked delicately through the mist covered ground nibbling on tender green chutes of grass. She looked so frail and innocent as I thought I could reach out and touch her, the delicate creature came alive and bounded away from me, leaving me to reminisce at the after image in the cool mist of a beautiful creature that had alluded me.

Feed me, feed me, give me more. I want all of your dollar and then a few more. Thus is the voice of the political machine. A never ending cycle of hunger. No matter what it gets it always wants more. It claims to be making a difference, but it is making us all poor. The bloated wealthy live out of the till. They claim they have nothing, but they beg for more still. The under class is what we have become, constantly feeding the Political monster we have created, when will it be enough. Feed me, feed me is the governments embattled cry. Give me all of your resources and then I will take half when you die. What is fair and just, no one will ever say. Only keep feeding the machine so it can get just a little bigger every day.

Tides are rising and crashing against the edifices of reality, the winds of fate are shifting. Turmoil is settling as the tensions ease. New ideas are being birthed as the old fades into history. As a forest sheds it's leaves to make way for new greenery in the spring and the old decomposes into fertile soil for the new growth. So the world is changing, with hope for the betterment and not the worse. The old regimes are being dismantled and old ideals of selfishness are fracturing. The new and the hungry long to stretch their wings. With new ideals and ways of making a better world not yet imagined, they rush forward to forge a better tomorrow. Giving a feeling of hope as things slowly turn back and change becomes a reality.

A flag flies over a play ground where children laugh and have fun. A church bell rings as people come to worship as they see fit. People go about their daily lives shopping and working with not a thought of how this could be. They live in the land of the brave and the home of the free. While in yet another place, a young widow and a mother grieve. A flag draped coffin is lowered into the ground, another debt paid. In silence the people mourn and shed a few solemn tears, while 21 guns ring out and echo back across the years. At a veterans cemetery flags are placed at each marker, where the fallen have at last come home. A new son of liberty has joined them, but he did not make the journey alone.  Decades and generations that came before lie quietly in their graves, having paid the same price so that we can live free everyday. In a field of honor the fallen rest having given their all, so that freedom will never fail and the flag shall never fall.

Denied what is rightfully mine, treated like I do not exist. Called a crazy *****, ignored when I complain. Treated like a used pair of shoes, berated to my kids. There is only so much you can stand. When all else has failed, there is only one option left. Take matters into my own hands. Without anyone knowing, I begin to lay out a plan. I learn how to hide in the open, and follow his every move. Taking notes of all that he does, and waiting for a chance to strike. I plot and scheme to take back my life I wait with great patience and care. In one instances a plan falls into place. He never saw it coming, oh to see the look on his face. The photos arrived at his new wife's office. The IRS gave him a call and wouldn't you know it but his credit has been canceled with just a single call. He was only in the store for a few moment's but he left a kid in the car. He comes out to a fire truck and police, I wonder just how expensive those car windows are. He is hauled away in hand cuff's, oh my isn't that a switch. Now I have started fighting back, who is the crazy *****?

The princes of the earth gather their wealth unto them. The kings muster their armies and curse the sky. The heathen rage and mock the heavens. They heap praises upon each other and seek to control the world. In all aspects of life they insert themselves. The prepare for a war that they will never fight and contrive plans that are already known. In secret chambers they speak in silent tongues, where angels listen and stand ready. Silver and Gold are prized as signs of power, but the truth is that their next breath is not their own. In a kingdom not made with hands, their creator sits and waits as they prepare. A life ends there a city falls here and yet the heathen rage on. They proclaim that they can save themselves when actually they can't change one whit of their destiny. In the end all they seek to try comes to naught, for who among mortal humans can stand against God?

Turning on my bed, dripping wet in sweat. My nightmares are coming true. One more night of restless sleep as the dawn finally breaks. I want this to end but I don't know how it can. I look in the mirror with blood shot eyes as I enter another day without rest. I try to exercise my past, but it is not so easy. The guilt of many failures weighs heavy on my soul. I can't find any peace even in pills and drink. So night after night go on fighting my demons hoping that they will not win.

I narrowly escape my own destruction as temptation looms ever present. I wrestle with a demon that torments me relentlessly. Each day is a struggle and each night I lay in a cold sweat as it whispers to me to succumb. I feel the aching in my bones as the demon rages to be set free. Barley did I escape the addiction that ruined my life, and each day tries to reclaim me.

I narrowly escape my own destruction as temptation looms ever present. I wrestle with a demon that torments me relentlessly. Each day is a struggle and each night I lay in a cold sweat as it whispers to me to succumb. I feel the aching in my bones as the demon rages to be set free. Barley did I escape the addiction that ruined my life, and each day tries to reclaim me.

A shattered mirror lies in pieces on the bathroom floor. The image you saw terrified you. Filled with self loathing, not able to take the sight of your own reflection. Sickened by the blackness of the person that lies with in. Tormented by memories of what you have done. Drugs no longer **** the demons from your past. When you try to sleep, they come to haunt you, the screaming horrors of your mistakes. Tossing in fits of rage and sweat, ripping the sheets in panic as you awake. Faces and places thought long forgotten, buried in the deepest recesses of your soul. They now call to you for a day of reckoning. They demand that you pay the price for your past deeds, they are here to collect part of your soul. Nothing you do can satisfy their lust for you. They tear and rip at your soul. A conscience once thought seared black with a branding iron, now dredges up all of the things you want to forget, you haven't even begun to start fighting your demons yet.

When the armies of darkness surround you and the strongholds are built against you, do not surrender to the enemy. Bolster your soul and fall before the alter with the cross that you were chosen to bear. In solemn humble prayer, you can overcome what ever the enemy may dare, for you will be enjoined to God when you seek him there.