One of the most frightening things a person can do is to lay yourself down (mind body and soul) in the palm of another's hand. Let them strip you down until you are bare, donning nothing but your skin and the contents of your mind.Trusting another to find you just as beautiful (both inside and out) as you value your beauty to be.
The ability, to allow another to see the truths that compose your existence, doesn't always come easy. It takes a tremendous amount of bravery and courage to trust another person with the composition of your flaws and insecurities. Impurities. To give yourself to another; to hand over the key. Left only to wonder if they could still love you once they open the door and see.
When hoping for the best, we must leave space in our hearts to expect the worst. Nothing is ever promised, but if we keep faith in the universe,
Nothing is impossible.

whisper weeping tiger all your fears inside my ear
while I sit here and just wonder if the clouds eventually clear
hush now mighty giant all you do is flood the seas,  your tears the size of titans and your sobs the summer breeze
they shall listen to no reason, hearts as cold as mother ice
be there flooding in the mountains then they all shall turn to christ
heave the call of dying lepers that they fall upon deaf ears
still her heart is gently thumping through the tyranny and fear
on her back she rests the earth and though her legs as old as time such a strength her ancient wisdom
twiddled down to such sublime
a mere mistake of good intentions  beware the cross to your salvation
the path that's far less chosen, rightfully so for damnation
all that's good shall perish slowly,  leaving nothing more then is
perhaps you've thought this place of devils, I shall say we are what is

Heat consumes my energy
Humidity soaks my spirits
September's sin saturated
In embers' smoldering smoke
Steam invades the south
As moisture soaks the thread
Gasps my weary mouth
Of Hellish days of dread

If given the chance,
Would you erase the past,
Or simply move forward,
Like every second was your last?
Would you ponder your thoughts,
Or sleep your life away,
Would you crawl under a rock,
Day after day?
Would you open up your heart,
To the one you truly love,
Or would you lock up your feelings,
And give fate a shove?
Would you reach the farthest you could reach,
Or fall down with regret,
Would you ever defy yourself as self-actualized,
Or suffer from anxiety, lonesome, and much fret?
Would you accept who you are,
Or watch others grow,
Would you discover happiness,
Or remain too shy; too slow?
Would you keep your head up high,
When you're feeling down,
Or isolate yourself,
From all around?
Would you follow your heart,
Or only use your head,
Would you let true talent go to waste,
And feel as if it's dead?
Would you drink your sorrows away,
Or face reality,
Would you fight until satisfied,
Or suffer brutality?
Would you speak your mind,
Or let others exploit you,
Would you live life to its fullest,
Or become withered; black and blue?
Would you cry when you needed to,
Or have a large lump in your throat,
Would you express your emotions,
As your personal anecdote?
Would you always think positive,
Or have a negative mind,
Would you make the most of your life,
Or have the beauty, yet to find.
Would you help those in need,
Or just hope and pray,
Would you make an impact in their lives,
Or assume they'll be okay?
So if given the chance,
Would you begin your life anew,
Or contemplate all the memories,
After all you've gone through.

I feel the comfortable writhing
deep in my ***** again
I'm not sorry

This is your fault
You touched me first

Somewhere in the back of my mind
You're feeling me out

Little Miss,
Telepathic
Trespassers
will be prosecuted.

...I'll put my hands
around your neck
so softly

And choke out
the words caught
in your throat

To the tip of my tongue
     all the right things flow

To the flesh of your lips
     and all in between

resonating your body
     with stories

stranger
than
fiction

little deaths end
where they begin

can
you
feel
friction
feeling
you
up?

Just how you like
To be
shaken
and
stirred

tossed
and
over-turned

This is me unleashing
some twisted fantasy
to my little therapist
enabling me

To self-medicate with star-stuff
To "Show me what you're made of"
To "Baby, bend over and take it."

Show me the fourth wall
Let's break it.

The name came from fields.
Acres of humans forced to work until
They die or are killed.

The rhythm came from drums.
The ones you beat, slap and roll
Off the movement of a tongue.

The steps came from ancestors
Unknown. The only thing they left
Was a rhythm; the symbol
Of a throne, cloned  by those
Who do not know their history or home.