I dare to be labeled a *****.
A **** who enjoys nothing more
than the idea of being loved.
My lovers never fall, they're shoved.
Pushed, until they become a bore.

The next assumes the one before
left my heart in need of a cure.
Imitations of their beloved
I dare to be.

Attempts to decipher my core.
Believing my true essence wore.
Believing that I'm somehow above
my defensive portrayal of
this taboo label of a *****.
I dare to be.

- Jezebel

It smells of rain,
the air; thick with it.
Uneven sidewalk has morphed into a bed for worms and filth.

Debris obedient to the wind land in the pond that fell from above,
The island floats, swirls, and bobs,
Its summoned toward the edge and is lost to the abyss of the gutter.

The path has turned into a melancholy lake,
juices of the soft earth devour my feet,
hills evolve to swamp.

Trees grow heavy with the gift sent from above,
so heavy they turn into second hand gifts for me.

Leaves fall to the ground in random precision,
Piles of butterfly wings blown by the wind.
This field is a palate from the artist with the dark face that hides in the sky

I have longed and longed,
For what I cannot say,
To get rid of whom I cannot comment.

But a relief is desperately in need,
A relief from the disappointment,
A relief from the sufferings and fighting.

Relief only comes in the form of tears,
Tears that carry away the words my heart wants to say,
But my mouth cannot bear to bring to life.

Burning bridges light the road to your destiny,
Selling the real estate of my heart you once owned a large part of.
Relief.

Upbeat and positive;
But no, the ache will remain.

There I stood.
Body trembling, hearing only manic depressive echoes.
On one side, mournful cries, on the other, sheer harmonics.
There was a feeling of dream-like reality.
Some great force enveloped my body, compelling me to stagger forward.
With no realization of the whereabouts of my being,
I conceded to follow my feelings, as I always did.
With each step I took,
I could see and feel and experience a new part of my life that had already happened.
It was a chronological walk in time.

The conflicting noises ahead continued to get louder and more distinct.
On one side there was a gnashing of teeth; screaming and yelling ruled.
It was riotous, and strange looking people were festering about.
They scowled and spat at me; the smell--repelling.
On the other side, there was a great feeling of unity.
Great stillness and serene calmness.
An entity secure within itself.
There were much fewer on this side.
I chose to walk close to this side.

My knees buckled, but I miraculously remained standing.
There I stood; facing the Creator.

Anticipating God’s words, I prematurely smiled expecting open arms.  
God, in all His righteous power, simply pointed at me and thundered;
“I know ye not!”

There I stood… body trembling.

Cotton painted clouds in the winds they do ride
Upon depth-blue skies
The warm bronze sun is fixed
By stagnant breezes’ matrix
Surely, there’s no tempest to compromise

Majestic mountains with proud protruding cliffs
Unblemished beauty, no buts or ifs
The water a certain green blue
So crystal clear its sea through
Look about, there are no shopping eyes
Surely, there’s no havoc to compromise

There’s no fear in which to wallow
Hallowed is this enticing hollow
It’s me in perfect harmony
With the universe you see
It fevers me!

Its mystical fog rolls in and out like the tide;
calm and restful or merciless and destructive,
this sea can be a blessing to man,
but it has also hardened many hearts.

In this serene state I can comprehend how long the universe is,
the time involved in eternity,
and the grains of sand in a googolplex,
serenity unmatched.

The windswept countenance is breath taking,
a stepping stone to the heavens,
the exhilarating panorama exalts me,
then humbles me because of its magnificent beauty.
It demands reverence for it is glorious.