Sometimes separation’s good
To alleviate dissension
Walking away is best
Helps to dissolve the tension
Opinions can be fact or fiction
Make you mad; send you off into another dimension
That’s just how it is
There are no restrictions
Best to be the better man
If you know the distinction

The fire is growing, owning the land
Community together
Walking hand-in-hand
To the shores
To safeties claim
I’d stake my rights
If all the same
From every direction
People make their way
Under orange skies
And a not so distant flame
Burning, churning, thirsting
Soaked and overcome
Engulfed in the fires path
Affecting more than some

I’m weak,
Stricken with concern
Health is underrated
Dropping one by one
Into Oblivion,
My shoulders weigh a ton

Breathing in the air
Breathing in new life
Head is spinning
Blood cells thinning
I’m not having too much fun

Night turns into day
A notch up on the post
Sleeping my time away
Sleeping more than most

Waking up at nightfall
Rest the setting sun
Chasing after every dream
Without the legs to run

Standing at the starting line
Listening for the gun
So that I can begin
The race before it’s done

What I don’t understand
Is how one simple man
Has the inability
To live his best life

Born with a gift,
Dismissing a myth,
But no sharper than the blade of his knife

Trying to stay relevant
While avoiding all contaminants,
That enter my body
And alter my intelligence
Or was that its original intent?

I’m my own worst enemy,
Mired in complacency
Blinded temporarily,
By what supersedes my transparency

Above the smog;
Below the dust;
Bolstering my pretentiousness

Why address it’s pertinence?
Is it worth the time I must invest?
Whilst outgrowing my petulance,
And being played like a stringed quartet?

A hungry mouth
Forsaken vows
A lifelongs worth of discontent
Standing still
Burning with my past regrets

“Fear” being the four letter word
That starts with “f”
But is rarely ever seen or heard

It runs my world
It’s been rehearsed
It drains me dry
It causes thirst

That once quenched; sets me free
To be or not to be,
With or without thee...
That is the question that must be asked.

Supple, moved by feel
Convoluted, enamored by your *** appeal
Difficult to look away
Try as though I may
Forbearing, I steal a second glance
Earn another chance
To ask you for this dance

Your back arches
Revealing your smooth curves
More than one deserves
I’ve inherited the earth

A kiss to the lips
Hands on hips
Tips and dips
Or passing ships?

Hair like golden fleece
Practice what is preached
Not by bounds, but leaps

It’s only contingent on whether we’re equally enamored
To be honest, I’d be quite flattered
But at the same time, empowered
And soon you’d be devoured
And undoubtedly deflowered
My lovely lady queen.

How does the lion fall in love with the lamb?
How is its thirst quenched
Without a well thought out arranged plan?
The beast of all beasts; it feasts
Until it’s done
Until the bitter end

Head down and raised hand
The only question:
Which is the one that I am;
The lion, or the lamb?

Is it a look, a sound, or a sweet scent?
Hung up and hell bent
Dispersed at a moments notice
The feeling that
transcends

Mind over matter,
Completely empowered,
Just as lambs feel,
Before being devoured

A nightmarish dream,
Filled with red streams,
And fresh meat
Unannounced, subtle, discrete
But ultra aware
Of its natural instinct
to flee
When the wolves descend
Back, back into the evergreens

Under blood clouds
Over lush land
Tree roots
And black sand

Awaken by bee stings
Vultures beaks and bat wings
Jet streams
And sweet things
The cruel world,
My reality; it seems