Walking around, feeling the grass
Tickle between my toes
Looking around this peaceful place
Where the flowers blossom, grow

Rolling around on the ground
Smiling with glee
Enjoying the sun
I'm the only one
Just the sun, and the grass
And me

he's got a photographic memory
Phenomenal gift of recollection
to be able to call up a memory in a picture

ask him what he knows
he'll recite the entire census of 1695
who lived, who died,
who married who and what they owned

he could tell me
my entire family history
all the names of my ancestors
and their children
their children
their children

yet, I ask him,
"Dad what was it like when you were little?"
"I don't remember."

Spiders spin webs to catch files
They tell their prey lies
They may be flirty
But they are not *****

In fact, they are the cleanest of guys

My sisters all scream

But, that's in my dreams
Because no sisters have I

Spiders are seductive and smart

They make their own art
But they only spin webs to catch flies

As a gush of wind passes over me,
A hear a high-pitch sound,
I envision blurriness,
From all around.
I feel a gentle touch,
From the almighty wind's power,
I'm alone with the wind,
As high as a tower.
The singing breeze captures my attention,
As my curiosity rises,
I'm at ease with the wind,
Of various shapes and sizes.
I see a shadow up ahead,
Feel the winds' breath on my cool skin,
I'm relaxed and content,
From my conscious within.
Let the singing breeze wave to me,
Let it hug my body and speak,
Let it become alive and nature's friend,
Let it find its highest peak.
It has much to show,
Of its beauty and gift,
Let the singing breeze sing,
Let it convey how swift.

The thing about me, is that I know my self worth. I am comfortable with myself even when there is no hope or promise of hospitality in this world. I don't need anybody to tell me that I am beautiful; I am familiar with my own reflection and I am not afraid to look directly into my eyes while studying the mirror. In fact, I demand that sort of inter-personal contact. Me Vs. Myself, there is no greater battle. It is a reminder to the soldiers of my soul to never retreat. An army greater than the United States of America and I hold all positions of power. I'll swivel around behind my mahogany desk and announce across the intercom for all my conscious to devour: "Continue standing tall, Never cease to continue marching forward. What does not **** you leaves you injured, and from injury provokes the discovery of strength. We are strong. Our roots are deep. If they are going to take us down, they are going to have to **** us. If they are successful in doing so, they will have successfully eliminated our entire existence because we will not lie down until then."

I slide into your eyes, and wonder just how long you will permit me to stay there.
Your pupils trace the bases of
Craving
Braving across my face
And I wonder if you can feel the pace in which the taste of you runs through the recollection section of my dome
And I wonder if the flare behind the glare of your stare is enough to slide you
Home.