I  am facing yet another war, and I know you are too.
So please know,
This battle is worth fighting for you.
I rather be loved by the outcasted,
Then to be hated by the royalty.
But I will always be a princess suited in metal armor.

I promise to hold your hand and clense you of your wounds,
I promise to always listen,  validate, and accept you no matter what weight, age, color, size, sexuality or diagnosis.
I promise to always fight for your safe haven to become the world you live in.

Even if you do not think you are worth it,

I always will.


Equality for all,
Or equality for none.

Cleaning up my thoughts with some sleep,
itemized & organized thanks to my dreams.

Cleaning up my thoughts with a mornin' bath,
last night's scents just never last.

Cleaning up my thoughts from the fridge,
uneaten words will be my nourishment.

Cleaning up my thoughts from the trash,
odious memories from the past.

Cleaning up my thoughts in wash 'n dryer,
to maintain color & getting brighter.

Cleaning up my thoughts with some smoke,
a lazy sunday daydream makes room for more.

Cleaning up my thoughts when I take a walk ,
jogging with my brain so one day I can grokk.

Cleaning up my thoughts with exercise,
working out the muscles & the third eye.

Cleaning up my thoughts through meditation,
sending stress away & on a vacation.

The alien aborigines ,  
They are a foolish bunch
Who do as they please.  

The alien aborigines ,  
They are good at everything,  
Like spreading ****** disease.    

They don't see me standing there,  
right beside them.  
That's because they're so easy to scare.  

I don't want to have to **** them..  
But for the planet's sake.  .  
Their future is uncertain, and so dim.

I should clense the planet earth,
Before they spread..  

Stop them all at birth,  
Till their kind is dead.  

I don't want to have to **** them..
Starry-eyed  and saddle footed,  
The cold wolf's gaze is grim.

Cut the throat in the sleep,  
Press real hard,  
So the blade sinks deep..  

You cry outloud,  
As mountains lie naked,  
Your species is too ****** proud.  

The alien aborigines,    
They know I'm here now,  
Theres overwhelming fear and unease.  

I need help badly,
You must come and save me!
They are looking at me madly.  
Think they are gonna **** me,  sadly.

These are the last days,  
Of a forgotten world,  
This is the end of a faze.  

Everything crumbling and dying,  
All the broken spirits,  
Even their souls are crying.  

If I die,  
Send another one out here.  
This is goodbye.

on the phone
you talk and talk until suddenly
  you say you're going to let me go.

i stare out empty, filling in images
  over the blank wall, it's became a sort of silent mantra as of late;
the vague daydreams are bound to crumble back to memory
some way or another
if not wear it's bite marks like tiny wounded flags

i let grow swollen.  i only wish you never changed me like you did. i remember gathering rugburnt rashes
on our underthighs, making each other's jaws twitch
with the electric heater as our modern day campfire.
it's a good day for a warm shower, to burn my skin red and peel an unrecognisable face out of the mirror, a clense, a diy baptism;in the aftermath: i showered as many times as i had to,
i saw the outcome miles away (it was a certainty any time i dared to speculate on the possibility)
O why am i so sickened ?
i had to figure out if i had any right to be

and the days dragged on so long.

your eyes glowed like chasms once,
they've grown oxidated and cold since.
i hope i've done my part to change you too.

Sometimes I've felt like a pawn being puppeteered to trapeze a thin string,
Knowing for sure that I'm drawing a noose but waiting to know who it's for.

All my fondest memories are dreams.
Days I've painted over and re-written.
Like that time we spent all night talking and,
I had to sneak in before my parents woke up.
Or that time he took me to the city and,
We held hands as we walked the golden gate.
Or that time we went up on the parkway and,
He kept me warm as we looked at the stars.
Such pretty scraps of paper for my keep-sake box.

Today is foggy with sleep and underuse.
I'm an old toy that got lost and then everyone forgot about.
I can breathe in fresh air until my lungs ache,
But that wont clense me of my need for numbing pollutants;
I can soak up sunshine until my skin is black,
But that wont rid me of my unquenchable thirst for rain.
Yesterday's smile isn't getting me through today;
I slept too long last night.

Tomorrow, tomorrow
is just another day I'll spend asleep,
Waiting, always waiting
for my ship to come in,
So I can go sailing.
But that doesn't really add up.
And I know ships don't even have sails.

Tomorrow,
Kasey will pick me up around noon.
And he will save my life,
                                                 for a day.

There's a puff cloud rolling off a dragon's snout and shark teeth scales that fit him like a crown

He's barren on purpose, no need for the surface; he's the hermit of hermits and surely he's ******* earned it

For each step fumbled the earth learnt to crumble
For each burnt verse the forest lurked wordless

His iron-clad claws crawl along the black sands of neverland
He uses lambswool to clense the gutter of his jabber jaw

He never assumed the words he worked into submission would stem into an insatiable obsession

I follow them from place to place. I watch them build and build.
And when they are done I watch them do their final sweep..
They bring life to the dead dirt filled worlds. Where sand wispers and tries to remember what the water once felt like.

Most times they leave pyramids behind upon their wakes of life they seed into the dead dirt.. from there the pods grow without water as they are the water themselves.. they thrive on the dead forgotten sand..

It takes close to 5 million years for the pods to reach their ocean sizes.. once matured they open up and become the sea.. the remains of such pods are at the bottoms of these vast oceans..

the orange skies slowly shade themselves blue.. the process is quite beautiful.. the waters create storms and start to clense the dead dirt away into the seas.. from there rises the pillars of atmoshere into the orange skies above slowly filling in with dream blue blankets of life..

its at this point the final sweep is done by 2 life lancers.. they fly the new life planet and leave to the stars..

life starts anew..

I look in nature
To clense myself of trouble
I find humbleness