She wakes, afraid of being alone.
She sleeps, entering a battlezone.

She walks, dragging along her feet
As though each step is just repeat.

She smiles, aching her own cheeks
To force a fake sign that things aren't bleak.

She lays in bed, afraid to fall asleep
Hoping each conscious breath will keep.

She falls asleep, shuddering from nights before,
Ears ringing of her friend calling her a *****.

She sleeps, entering a battlezone.
She wakes, afraid of being alone.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Women being tamed like pets
In a golden cage of love
Not a few, but many
Clipping their lips so tight
With silence of fear
Taught to love her husband,
children, parents,society
But not to love herself
Compelled to respect the feelings of one and all
But no freedom for her emotions
Becomes a servant without salary
Suppressing their grief with in
Tears too scared to fall
Maybe there are many too bold
But many jolted in a quod !

Pain had I ignited bright
Through my silence, had my hurt worsened
Denied conversations with all for superficial reasons, I had
Forgetting that love was my life
And people were my love
As I danced, did I repent 

Slower were my motions
An expression of joy, had my face not worn
Though the subtlety, left all indifferent
Seen me as myself, they had
The scarring in my body, was concealed
Each hand grasped, healing another wound

My ignorance, claimed no mask
If my words you could not hear, they were not yours
A norm had I created, to destroy myself
Though forgiveness, had been a gift received 
Grudges, were there none to find
Every gesture, a reconciliation for me

Hatred, was there none to emit 
A wealth of moments, had been created 
Unity had proved solid, through the rhythm
A spectacle, had the front created
Humanity at its best, is when material is undesired
My hate almost undone, through the arms of strangers

Caged my heart had I, for many months
Its beats' restrictions, pleading to stop
My acknowledgement, had been in vain
Torture did I sought more to inflict
Until your beauty was mine to behold
In your movements, was my heart freed

Your existence, I refuted as an absence
Success was inevitable through my acts
Than upon your face, my eyes fell
And my love, had been remembered again
All that was true, had I sighted in your acceptance
Swaying with you, transited my apologies 

Healed my hate, had dance
Enabled reconciliation, had each hand 
In swaying with you, had my love been freed

Raging river
taking no prisoners
heavy on the levee
The wind is blowin heavy

white light
artificial heaven
light bright
not coming down forever

The horse it rides
and its white
onward I slide
and my brain ignites

it only hurts a bit
get used to it
It could be quite enchanting
If you fool yourself its everything

שעליפוש
                           ש - s
                                                               ­     ע - o
    ל - l
                  י - i                                פ - p
              ו - u
                                             ש - s*

in that two similis sounds can exist in a variety
of encoding variances -
the disputed u - ו - bound by Latin encryption
disputed over five variant attributions:
F, U, V, Y, W... although reduced to a greek upsilon...
the title? SO LI PUS - do re mi fa so la ti do (solfège) -
etymology shortens natural history -
etymology is, after all, a variant of
archaeology - origin specified as solipsism,
an ancient word for autism -
purpose? the phenomenon, so many people
succumb to it, that the easiest explanation
of the phenomenon is the existence of a deity
with presented characteristics - proof
solely on grounds of phenomenological recurrence -
exclusive, nuanced, airy-*******-fairy.