Huddled within boundaries highlighted by the craftier. Stubbornly, yet unwillingly willing, escorted to the connoisseurs of morality. Structured, consistent, but reembodied into randomness, the more the merrier.
Spoiled, unripened, famished and fat.
Pleasant, fresh, fit, chubby and… adolescent.
In the name of manipulation, and its ***** messengers, we honour the catalogued pious. To Venus; the untrue, the shameful, the blasphemous. We serve peace and love, abandon the lies of Gods, join your cherished sisters below.

Some days it is a struggle to get out of bed, but I'll do it anyway
Sometimes it is hard to concentrate and keep my focus, I'll do it anyway
Some days I don't feel like studying and would rather do sometime fun but I'll do it anyway
Someday I  struggle with self doubt or feel like things are not going right
I might be tempted to give up, I don't feel like overcoming another obstacle but I'll do it anyway
Some days I feel I lack the zeal the finish line of my goals seem so far away It seems tough to get back on track but I'll do it anyway

Green the day, that moves in waves
of gentle blowing winds your way
sweet you slept, caressed
on mossy laden ground
silent ripples on blue lily pond
I, a singing bird of sun
that calls to you in the middle of a dream
hearts, water lilies - opening
adrift in the middle of a song
we, two singing birds
of only love

I could write you essays
But nothing would do my thoughts justice
As do my shaking fingers and the way I twist them in nervousness
My unsteady beating heart
The screaming tears
The thumping bangs of arguments
The constant waves of negativity that wash up uninvited
And are welcomed by arms that are mine
But that I wish not to hold.

Buried my face deep
in your hair and mumbled soft
words that make me shy
-h.w.