It was relegated to the old root cellar
Dropped in haste in  forgotten storage
Where dimmest beam of shafted light
Kept it 'live in yellowed life , weak and twisted
Root and vine, seeking sickly , striving life
But now it's out in planted field
Furrowed in and giving yield
Vine and bud quickly growing
Spreading out and surely choking
All the other crops of life
Air and water , precious light
Strangled , starved , beneath the blight
It feeds upon all below
In rapid spreading nourished growth
Soon to cover , spread to all
Like a **** , all fields will fall
So grows the tyranny imposed on men
Carefully planted and watered in

He strutted down the hall with confidence.
His crooked smile reverberated goosebumps along my bare arms.
His deep soothing laugh drew me to the heaven light.
His blue grey eyes held secrets of pain that made my heart scream for him.
His foolish jokes made my frozen frown thaw.
It was not till his warm hand brushed mine that I knew I had oblivious eyes.
I had fallen for this gorgeous human being without knowing.

-Susan

Drawing on something I cannot know,
Her breath alone stirs miles within,
And my joy surges up to overflow,
For man was not meant to keep it in.
And so here gushes forth first blood of cupids arrow,
Splashing rose on my cheeks at her mildest grin.

Oh, how the brave do fall, when the furls of power sprawl to cover all.

Simple joys of life unbound scatter along the sullied ground, there to be              unfound and kicked around.

Oh how their beauties fade, when never have they paid for that which made the lives in which they parade.

The toils of love can never rise above the pride that has never seen the shove of a painful rebuff.

How do we repair this harmful error, when so long it finds its heir both here and there?

Never can they change to lives full of range that they find strange, and relax in its fangs.

So glory to the just, who shutter from the dust, exactly as they must, to find the things they distrust and move in spite of these painful thrusts.

It is these pains which goad us on, in these we find our song to move along and trust that which breaks the bonds to these drugs we’re on.

So, I tell you now, find how this world tries to tie you down, then break the walls which crowd until they lay on the ground,

And in this you shall be free, to live the life which you see and find your eternity in all that comes to be.

The world paints an impossible portrait of love;
You are to reach into their life, convince them that
their heart is yours, show them your strength by holding it
aloft, treating it gently, but here we are made
of only flesh and blood, which may as well be mud,
And this we cannot maintain, the sweat and blood flow
And erosion of our minds eats away our strength,
The strain makes us squeeze, and the tears that roll down our face
are poison to that heart aloft, so heavy borne
And before we know it, we are floating, adrift,
Arm half-cocked trying to predict the tide, floating
In filth, a poison we’ve made, lies and hope and fear,
Sitting on a powder keg, match lit and flicking
We know, if we let go the pieces fall too far,
And the toxic pool will claim this precious thing, that
We always knew was ill deserved in the first place,
And our own poisoned fallen heart remembers well,
Someone once held it aloft and failed to protect,
But our strength wavers before we know what to do,
So darkness and retreat are the only safeties,
From this shameful wrath at fuses end and tides call.
But all is not lost, perhaps there is something more,
A way to dispel this fear and greed with courage,
With an honest answer to this truth confusing,
With love we can hold our own hearts to the heavens
Whenever we trust there is another out there,
Others with mud stacked high, scented with fading lies,
Still willing to put something deep inside them first,
And share it aloud, if only with just the one.

Trying to free myself from the anguished cave that I have eroded in my heart with my manic tides! Like a cavern that opens low, and fills high, I am drowning. Whatever delves to see the mystic and secretive dark is trapped and subject to the shadows and beasts that rise from the depths. Breaking it down, changing the tides, finding escapes, closing the gaps, accepting my fate so that the pain doesn't find you, doesn't **** you in like Old Sow, and spit you out with the hurricane, gasping for life and crazy with need. We both disappear as I dive to hide my shame of the dwellers in the dark, and the air grows stale in my great and hollow chambers, the ones I wore into my heart. No wonder your mind turns dark my love, no wonder your life spirals away as you fight for air, or pound on my shell, again to take the wonders I hide inside with the demons and the lies. One day I will learn to share the lights and shiny and not drown you in the dark, one day I will surface to the world you know and live among men, an equal, a love worth knowing. But now all I can offer you again is the chance to see and hope you survive, hope your lungs hold out and your hearts doesn't shrivel in despair. That your flesh remain unscathed by the claws and rocks, that the dark doesn't claim your eyes, and that you remember the lights and shiny inside as you realize the monster beneath the gold and blue, discover the darkness behind the quiet calm and sandy warmth. Hope you realize your mistake before it’s too late and the tide comes rolling in, with all the angst and irk of these words and more.
You are the one who found a back way in, not through the sandy shore near the angst and fear, but from beside, winding around the chaotic and difficult cerebral and temporal to the embrace within, still tempered by flash floods and the stray demon, but so far from the trap that has consumed and corrupted.  Still the tides rise, and the way out is winding, but you have found my heart and all that is liken to you, the beautiful and free, the joyous and concerned, the warped and balanced, the organic and growing, it all has found your sight beyond the miraculous odds, and creeping shadows, you have found what gems, what treasures were to be had, and your joy is stirring to behold, but the stirring has awoken a fire within, a rumble of danger and dread rolls through the drowned caverns into the filling ones, and echoes of pain unworthy howl unheard beneath the waves that crash inside. I will not see you drowned and entrapped, mind boiling away in my manic frustrating corridors, among the pieces left behind of the fled and failed before you. I will not see my demons have you. I would shelter you from any storm the world can throw at you, but I cannot save you from myself.