Im a caged animal befor my set.
Get to close and you'll understand why a starved animal is the most vicious
animal there is.
It's not a release its a war a battle to the death between me and all.
I care little for thoose who've stood befor this is a a fight between me and them and
I have no desire to be nice.

Safe never belongs in any form of art.
The eye's the window i see all to clear and as always i only focuss on one
for theres such a seduction in the moment there laughter a drug and  as she laughs above the noise that sense of wrong at such crude logic she bite's her lip and togather we connect.

Moments we share will only be now as like a fire's glimmer what burns bright will all to fade.
And my job is to make you never forget.
It's the romance of the stage the nights illusion that is my true poisen and i drink with no regard's of tommorow.

If you pick apart why you''ll never grasp the now.
I thirst for life and never give thought to death.
It's only the people who worry who sink to the bottom.
Drown in thought and you'll embrace reget as a empty lover .
I preffer much warmer company myself.

From the light I wish only to embrace the dark.
I see the eye's and always view the one pair.
thoose that linger in laughter that have forgotten all but me.
Like some vampire in a black in white film I draw them moth to my ever jaded flame.

I force the laughter in that awkward moment fill the silence and make the night something more than it truley is.


***** the velet of passion give the friction of summers hot backseat
Take the moment ***** the wait!
For to hold back is to fail and failure sure doesnt feel
good as a after partys release for two.

Of the chatter and drink orders  I take that which i desire.
Why live in  reget when you can bask in release.
Have you ever truely tasted the freedom ive known?

Be herd now for  tommorows a promise is often changed to well intended  lie.
Command the crowd or the ocean will swallow you up as a lamb.
Anger ,Rage ,Happiness , I dont care as long as i get a reaction.

For in this game i never play it safe.

In the eye's of other's I read the reactions like a higways map it always tells me where the edge will be.
And I yern not only to take you there I'll push you over it going right with you laughter mocks the crash
as we understand  its all just for the hell of it care to come with me?

Strippers, Drugs,******,Hookers,You want apple pie and pickett fences
you've taken a a fatal wrong turn.
I'll burn the devils *** and embrace the flame only to smile  and vanish just as the night befor.

I would rather get a slap across the face than a gentle pat on the back.
It's not just a act it's just who i am.

And when it's over you'll either love me or hate me.
But one thing is for ******* sure you will never forget me.
For behind all the *******  when others  remove the mask you'll learn.

It's just who I am.

Anyone can joke  but few can make you truely
question what just happend?

A storm from afar is perfect chaos but nothing can compare to
riding it out in the choas.

Safe is not a word I'll ever be.

Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving on a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
But the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
"When we reach the station, that will be it", we cry. "When I'm 18", "When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage", "When I have paid off the mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the age of the retirement, I shall live happily ever after."
Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the Psalm 118:24:"This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tommorrow. Reget and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough.

the worst part is the judgement
the looks of disappointment
the sighs that you try to hold in
the shaking of your head when i mention
his name followed by mine and any form of happiness i show on my face
you don't get it
and i understand that
you haven't felt this
you can't imagine it
the honest conflict between my head and heart is asinine
to you
i suppose you feel how the angels felt
watching God forgive the devil
because as merciful as my God is
and with him making me the way that i am
i know
that there is no way the devil messed up Once
and was thrown out of heaven.

i'm sure the devil ****** up
disrespected God's creations
spoke against his power
and the strength of his nation
but i believe God forgave him
and believed that he could turn the other cheek
be wiser
and reget his defiant spirt
because they say we are in his likeliness
so how could He create this forgiving heart in me
and not have that same compassion in Him
and the other angels watched in frustration
i'm sure.
not understanding the relationship between the two
not understanding why God would allow such things
i'm sure the angels felt like you
you who from the outside looking in
only love me and want the best
from your view
and can really only see the tears, and heart break and unbalanced misfortune i go through
you know i deserve better
and you are right
i know i deserve better
and the mistakes have occurred more than once
and i do not know how to explain my heart
or my head
or why i stay
but what hurts more than the pain i allow from him
is the disappointment i see in you
as you
look at me.

People won't know.
If you keep some secrets to yourself.

Somethings people don't deserve to know.

If your wife is the best kisser.
Or good at other things.
The less said, the better the interest is delayed.

If your man has explicit skills.
Then why are you speaking information to your friends.
Don't think they wouldn't like an invitation to try.

Yes, the less said.
The better it is for you.
Take heed to the warnings that other gives.

Some people think bragging is a good thing.
Then get shocked and upset.
When one of your friends makes a move.

They only know about things you made available.
Don't dangle bait before a hunter.
Not all friends and asociates pretends to be stunners.

Some tries to move upon the information they know.

Yes, the less said.
The better off you'll be.
Unless you want to be one to reget the things you have said.

Whatever your lover good at?
Just keeps the information to yuourself.

you made me etch a goodbye to you
in dark ink on my arm
so that any time i'd write again
i'd remember all that'd gone wrong

you gave me all responsibility
for the pain we both felt
but how can all the blame fall on me
when two ends we both held

you keep singing i'll forget you but that will never be the case,
some days i sure want to but you've locked it this way
you and i will never speak again
and i'll hold all reget
but soon enough you won't hurt for me
and the memories will rest

let time pass
let time pass
let time pass
there's nothing i can do
to change your perception of me now
there's nothing i can do
to hid that goodbye on my arm
there's nothing i can do

Oh I wish, how I wish
That heaven is real

We'll all have the rest
And love we didn't feel

No tears will be shed
No grief or reget

Only by laughter and happiness
Shall we be met

I do my best in all that I do
I try to do right for me and for you

Until the end comes,I guess we can't know
we'll have to wait and see
And hope that it's so

Some distance you can't make up for.
Not far from you is love.
Something that everone seeks.
Even if they in denial of it.

Some fight for it.
Some lose out on it.
While many wait on it.

Just keep in mind.
Not far from you is love.
And those that enjoy it will tell you, it's wonderful.

Those that seeks it.
Have yet to know it.
And those that lost it.
Have come to reget it.

Love is at the center.
Love is at the right.
Love is at the left.
It's surrounding us daily in our life.

We just have to admit truth.
That not from us is love.

Her tears fell from a sky
like a river moving swiftly
through pain and misery
she could not forget

Her heart beating cold
from a love she couldn't hold
as the storms rushed by
the dreams that made her cry

She held the memories of reget
that killed a soul deep within
that blinded the eyes to see
what remained of her reality
and left her alone there

Chained to love lost in despair
that she can't break free
and will never be again
Spiritwind ©2016

Why do you fight?
It’s because you both still care
If you were alone, you wouldn’t because, no one would be there.

Why do you fight?
Because the communication is lost, or left unsaid
When you do fight, try not to leave it unsettled, when you go to bed.

Why do you fight?
Because you are left feeling confused, or hurt or sad
Wait for a while, get some space, take a breather, until you become less mad.

Why do you fight?
It’s because, you still care
You care, because the other person, isn’t the same or there.

Why do you fight?
When you could just be, open and share, your feelings and just talk

Why do you fight?
When the, outcome usually, ends up being, the same
Mostly because, things are now different, and you can see/feel, that they have changed.

When you fight
Know that, the other still cares
Because they, also can’t bare.
The pain, that they, feel
And, they too, need more time, to heal.

When you fight
Allow, the time and space, for the situation/issue to settle
Before you, explode, and say things, that you will reget, and can’t take back, it all.

When you fight
Try, to take a step back, to see both sides
And, try not to, let it get out of hand, and make the other person cry.

When you fight
Just know, that its only for during that time only,
When you, fight often, after, you’re left feeling, quite lonely.

When you fight
Why did you fight?
Remember, it’s because, you both cared
Because you, both don’t know, how to continue to be there.
For each other, as you, used to be
Because, things have changed, from what you, used to do.
Open the communication, and be honest, with each other, and true
And try, to discuss, a compromise, for both of you.

When you fight
Take the time, you need, to calm yourselves down
And try, after to change, that outcome, and turn the other persons simile, from a frown.

© By HF-Whisper
29/4/2021 15:29-40PM
-Amended- 28/7/2021-16:46PM

I've been a drunk for twenty years.
I buried the dead and rise each day.
I lie, I steal my self away.
Under all my greedy love.

I am so old with my reget.
So much older with my past.
Bought with gallons of the beer.
So intimate my fret.

To melt here all alone.
In the mire of muck and murk.
I beg command of lights command.
To dare the stein its foam.