Put on your glasses,
and look at the masses:
sick boy, sick girl,
stock market crashes.

Put on your clothes,
'cause no one has to know
what is underneath --
you'll never have to show.

Do something for yourself.
Put a trophy on your shelf.
Shoot down the law,
and all opposers, as well.

Do not be fatal,
but live in a fable;
go for the moment;
avoid broken cradles.

Go and be peaceful,
'cause we are all people.
Everyone is different,
but we are all fetal.

Make something large;
let your energy charge.
Float out to the vast sea,
then back to the barge.

Stay focused for longer;
there's so much to conquer.
Play by your own rules;
they will make you stronger.

Who is your mother?
You thrive as she smothers
unrequited symphonies,
lucid, as they hover.

Who is your daddy?
Is it not saddening?;
telling you what to do --
government chattings.

Take off your shoes,
and stop being used.
Put mine on now...
Here's the new you!

Give up on jealousy;
flow with the melody.
Do what you want;
end up with a felony.

Say yes to heretics;
put some fare in it;
fill up your lungs,
and watch the clock tick.

Grow like a flower,
and ignore other powers;
Love one and Love all --
happiness-tears shower...

The serpent slips
into my veins,
and whispers thoughts
into my brains.
I don't know
which way to go.
I am just a nomad soul;
a naked trip,
a change and a chance.
Lay me with your
premade dance.
I'll put my snake
in a cage
for a while.
Touch my heart
with frozen smiles,
drip-drop, dreams,
and similar things
creep into my eyes
as I walk
another way --
some place that is light;
a fading song
with rearview mirrors,
contacts clearer --
I will keep in line,
the velvet and divine;
you are kissing my spine;
Shine with me.
Dine with me.
No more serpent,
only seas.
But, everything looks perfect
from far away;
and I am so close.
Do you hear me breathing?;
a stomach so heavy.
I am a queen,
and you're feeding me.
You found me in the dungeons,
and now I am free.
A wondrous throne
of transformation,
but none the less --
an innovation.
Will evolution
do us well,
or drown us in pity
and other sad things?

a tree
that grows,
is then struck down.
Lightening, Lightening;
but, ah,
trees heal,
so He grows again.
Lightening, Lightening;
a strike
so rare,
and somewhat unexpected.
a tree
not struck
is a tree that is neglected.
He needs
the rain
and also, the light.
Lightening, Lightening;
and then,
the ground --
all He can feel.
no more
sky;
only the earth that is quaked,
and the space that is forsaked
when
the Lightening
strikes,
again and again.

How do you do?
I sit and look at you --
Something that quacks
is a duck,
but you are not a mirror;
you have no frames,
no glass,
no sharp edges,
but you do have a reflection,
and it looks just like me.
So, how do you do?
Do you stare back at me too?

a time so unexpected,
you oppose to forsake me
with eyes so clear,
I throw away the fake me
an essence so surreal,
the harshest of pinches couldn't wake me
a light so strong,
that I will surrender now, so take me
an arm like a sword,
you could strike me down and shake me
a love so true,
you'd never have to make me

Your inferior intellect disgusts me. While I have some trouble verbalizing my own, I know that it is far more than what you display. Your immature actions and juvenile conduct will get you into trouble some day; real trouble. You may not even notice, because you are too stubborn to face the fact that you aren’t a goddess. You have bad intentions and wicked tongue. Your fuel is jealousy and your eyes are blind. But we’re both growing older, and one day you will realize that everything I’ve done has been good.  Or maybe you won’t realize - if not, I will pity you, but I will have no mercy. We all have a choice. We all choose who we want to be, and I’m not disregarding DNA; I know it plays a role, it plays a strong one, but we feed on experience, and I expected better from you--of all people.

You’ve been put through the same evil that you construct. Why? I only want the best for both of us, for everyone. You seem to differ. I’m not sure if it’s selfishness, envy, or determination to make a point, but it’s something. I’m not sure of its irrelevance to our confrontation, but I sure as hell know that it is irrelevant to anything else. So, why? You know as well as I do that we all have our different skill-sets, different opinions, and different incentives, so if you’re trying to prove something, stop. You know the human can’t be tamed once his or her mind is set in place. You’re apparently set in stone. Maybe I am too, so do you understand now? You can’t change my mind. I will do as I please, just as you will. We are a lot alike, you and I. The only difference: yin vs. yang. And you know I’m right. Your inadequate hands, reaching out, just so someone will notice. Well I notice, okay? But I will not submit. Neither will he. So, please stop. I understand your apathy and your care, but is it genuine or is it all a lie? After all these years, I feel that I should know the truth, but now I feel that I don’t know you at all.

I’ve watched the change creep up your spine, and I don’t blame you, completely. I know the storm has been rough, but don’t you know that it covers the whole sky? We’re all getting rained on and all you seem to care about is your own umbrella. Sure, you may hand it to me every once in a while so I have a bit of cover, but I know that you’ll be retrieving it soon, just like always. I just hope that some day the sun comes out for you, because I want that for you. I want you to be okay. I want you to be happy. I  want to be happy. I want your interference to cease. From one empath to another: I know you can feel it. You know you can be better. I’m not sure if it’s fear of failure or simple carelessness that’s getting in the way, but something is. You can control it. I would never intentionally disrespect you; you’re almost like a sister to me, an older sister. So start acting older. You have a substantial amount of potential in this life. All you have to do is let go of all the negativity and you’ll be set free. Just like me. I love you, so please understand.

I watched you,
for quite some time,
as you looked back at me.

You grabbed my hand,
and you gave it a long kiss,
but I realized that it was a kiss farewell.

Your lips were so gentle,
and I never noticed this before,
but it was too late, as you walked out the door.