So Folks When It Comes To...
What We All Are Meant To Do...

Who Really Has A Clue...
As To What Is The Best Route...
To Quickly Getting To The Truth... ?

That Avoids Wasting Our Time...
In Looking For What’s Right...
To Get To Have A Life...
That Brings You Love And Smiles...

It’s A Question That’s Dependant...
On Finding Things That STRENGTHEN... !!!

That Help Reduce The Pressures...
That Lead To HYPER TENSION... !!!

So What Are You Meant To Do...
When You Receive ABUSE...
In... INFLUENTIAL Rooms... !?!

Should You...

Be The FIRST Someone...
To Speak About This Stuff... !?!

Or Just Keep Your Mouth SHUT...
And Wait Til’ Someone Else Does... ?!?

And Then Join Up With The Crews...
Who Let You Say... ME TOO... ?!?

Now Don’t Get It Confused...
It’s A Question That’s Addressing...
This... SENSITIVE Issue... !!!

Because If YOU’RE ACCUSED...
of Making Such VILE Moves...

What Are YOU Meant To Do...
If You KNOW That They’re...
....... NOT True....... ?!?

Or Worse Still If They ARE...
Are You Meant To Find An Excuse...
That Helps You Hide The Truth...
And Gets You Off The Charge... ?

A Question That Is STRESSING...
What Are You Meant To Do... ???

When The Truth Is...
What You’re Blessed With...
And LIARS SURROUND You... ?!?

Do You Speak It...
Or... Reduce...

The Truth You Air In Views...

Or Do You Simply Listen...
To Those Who Keep It Hidden...
Ease Back And Sit There Thinking.....
That Truthful Talk Is Missing...
Instead of... Air Condition... !!!

The Lies That Cause Transmissions...
of... IGNORANT Positions...

That Lead To Peoples’ Sickness... !!!

Before They Get To Spreading...
Like... Corona Flu Injections... !!!

Or That’s Right These VACCINES...
That... APPARENTLY...
Will Help To DEFEAT...
This DEADLY Disease... !!!
As Well As Fallacies...
On Internet Feeds...
of... Conspiracies...
That Are Just Theories... !!!
  
Are We Just Meant To Believe...
The Words of Those Who Lead...
And BIG Pharma Companies... ?

And People Like... Fauci... ?!?

Or Are We Meant To SEEK...
Some TRUTH And HONESTY...
That Deals In PURITY...
Like NATURAL Remedies...
That Do Keep People Healthy... ?

You See It’s Questions Like THESE...
That Are BIG Ones Indeed... !!!

So What Are Men Meant To Do...
To Keep The Ladies Happy... ?!?

Take Pills To INCREASE LONGEVITY... !!!
And The Size of What Our Trousers Keep... !?!

Or Are We Just Meant To Make Money...
To Keep Them Interested...
And To Start Families... ???

Or Are We Just Meant...
To Simply Be... Funny... ?!?

And To Live A Life of Frivolity...
BIG Spending Sprees...
And To Make Drug Deals...
That Pay For Our Meals...
And Some Fancy Wheels...

Or Are We Meant To...
Just Be Who We Be... !?!

Deal In HONESTY...
And Show Humility... ???

Is That The Type of Man...
That They Really Want... ?!?

You’d Better Ask Them That...
BEFORE ******* Drop...
And You Become A Pops...
Or That’s Right A DAD... !!!

Are Men Meant To Be THAT...
Now That We Have TRANS...
And New Gender Gangs... !?!

Are We Meant To Embrace...
This New Gender Age...
And Not Question Their Ways... ???

And If Not... WHY NOT... !?!
If We Think That They’re Strange...

Are We Meant To DENY...
What’s Inside of Our Minds... ?!?

Does That Really Seem Right...
Or Does That CONFINE...
Or Indeed REFINE...
Our Human Kind... !?!

Cos That’s A DANGEROUS Vibe...
That Quite A Few DON’T Like... !!!

And Who’s Meant To Decide...
How We Live Our Lives... ?!?

Guys In Suits And Ties...
With Women By Their Sides...
Who Defend Their Lies...
And The Way That They Divide...

Are We Meant To Accept...
Lies From Governments...
And Policies BEREFT...
of Basic Common Sense... !?!

And Are We Meant To Invest...
In All of This... New Tech...

Like ARTIFICIAL Intelligence... ?!?

When It’s Clear We Have Minds...
That Are... IGNORANT... !!!

And What Are We Meant...
To Do With... THEM... ?!?

Those of Us Who REJECT...
Using Knives And Bullets...
To Leave People DEAD... !?!

Well I Think That’s Where...
This Poem Is Meant...
To Reach It’s END... !!!

But BEFORE It Does...
Aren’t We Meant To Question...
The Things That Are Done...
By Our Race of Humans... ?!?

Like Racism And Sexism...
And Abuse That Runs...
Within Entertainment...

And Corruption Within...
Our Governments...
And What We Feed To...
Our Children... !!!

Aren’t We Meant To Have FUN...
And Just Deal In LOVE... ?!?

Or Are We Just Meant... To...
Behave Like... THUGS... !?!

Aren’t We Meant To Be Good...
And To Just Be... COOL...
Like RIGHTEOUS Warriors...

Well Folks...
I’m NOT Gonna Lie To You... !!!

Because Life’s NO JOKE...
And Keeps Giving Proof...

From This Corona Flu...
To New Policies Approved...

That It’s Really Getting HARDER...
To Know.... What We’re....

..... “ Meant To Do “..... ?!?

A feeling of migraines meant its stress,
But one time it meant a sign of something wrong
A feeling of confusion meant being forgetful,
A feeling of exhaustion meant not enough sleep,
But one time it meant all the energy was drained
But one time it meant the brain isnt thinking properly
A feeling of being sick meant its just the flu,
But one time it meant a diagnostic
Visitation at the hospital meant the strength will pick back up,
But one time it meant the weakness took over
Visitation at the hospital meant hope for getting back to normal,
But one time it meant praying for good health
Visitation at the hospital meant everything would be ok,
But one time it meant the worse is yet to come

Coming home meant no more worries
But one time, it meant that there was nothing more that could have been done
Coming home meant happiness
But one time it meant sadness
Coming home meant get some rest
But one time it meant going to sleep forever
Coming home meant recovering
But it actually meant dying..

I never meant to break your heart
I never meant to walk out that night
I never meant to make you cry
I never meant to assassinate a part of you

I never meant to die that night
I never meant to run away
I never meant to
Please believe I never meant to

You see, I was always afraid
You were touching a part of me that I never thought anyone could
It felt so strange but it felt so right
And I hope you understand that it was too much for me at time

So I simply took a break
Running as fast as I could to the other side of the world
But when I finally arrived I realized I had made a great mistake
But I convinced myself that it was already too late

I never muscled up the courage to return home to you
I thought maybe you'd be upset with me
That you would never forgive me
Just causing me to really die inside

But I started to think that maybe I deserve to
Just thinking about how I must've made you feel
I began to cry every night starring at an old picture of you
Then I made up my mind that I was coming back home to you

But when I finally arrived I realized I had made another mistake
Because all I saw was you smiling away
I don't know what I really expected
I mean you were always too beautiful to be single forever

I see you got the two kids you always wanted
A boy and a girl named them Linus and Aries
I'm so happy for you
You fulfilled your dream

Then to make it even better you forgave me
I should be so elated, jumping in so much joy
But for the life of me I can't even put on a fake smile
So I walked away again

This time I went to the lake by the old house we bought together
Then I pulled out the gun you brought me for my birthday
Finally I closed my eyes and began to pray
Next thing I know I was dead

I never meant to break your heart
I never meant to walk out that night
I never meant to make you cry
I never meant to assassinate a part of you

I never meant to die that night
I never meant to run away
I never meant to
Please believe I never meant to

Hungry for love, I was so hungry for love.
I am festering from my own greed, ravenous love.
Poor guy, he was a victim to this love hungry savage.
I attacked him with my love, pushed him so far away.
I’m not meant to be loved, no not meant for anybody.
He loved me, he actually loved me.
Yet I did not know how to love him back.
I wish he understood, and I wish I could have told him.
I’m not meant to be loved, NO ,should not be loved by him.
Stupid girl, so very stupid girl, and girl you are very much stupid.
Stepped all over his heart, unworthy of his love, so ungrateful.
My past hurt leaked into my present, unwanted, not wanted.
I felt like he was going to hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, I’m hurt.
I’m not meant to be loved, no not meant to be loved by any.
I am loves enemy, oh how love hates my bitter soul, my cold heart.
Let me in, I wont let love in, it knocks its knocking, I slam I slam.
Love wants to **** me, but I’m already dead, and now love buries me.
Here I lay; I’ve lost a heart, that beating muscle which enables me to breathe.
I gave him my heart, yet it lacked love, he didn’t feel, he didn’t know it beats.
I’m not meant to be loved, no no no not meant to be loved at all.
I love him, oh God how I love him, like you love us God.
But how do I love him, how do I show, how can I show?
I had, I have a Purple undeveloped, bloodless, loveless heart.
He pumped his blood into me; he drowned me in his love.
I tried to pump back, only a leak, over the years it drained out.
So what’s left for him, what did he get, a heart that’s dehydrated.
I’m not meant to be loved; no not meant because of me.
Here I am, sick with agony, dripping in pain.
Too late, its too late, how he hates me, me he hates, he hates.
How he tried, hard he tried, tried to fix a broken glass and got cut.
He’s bleeding now, I want to stop his pain, but the more I touch the more he bleeds.
I didn’t mean to God, I pray take his pain away, let him forget me.
Take the love he has for me out of his heart, let him drop mine, just leave it on the floor.
Let the herd demolish it completely this time so I cannot feel anymore hurt.
I never should have allowed him to grow near, but I loved him more than me.
I thought I was showing my love, I really tried, oh how I tried.
I’m not meant to be loved; I never was, never meant to be loved.
Never meant to be loved by anybody, never meant to be loved by him.
I'm not meant to be loved by you!

Maybe we were meant to drift apart,
Maybe you were meant to taste something sweeter.
And maybe I was meant to stay right here,
Maybe I was meant to be all bitter.

Maybe I was meant to watch people fall,
Maybe I was meant to write it down.
Maybe I was meant to stay right here,
Maybe I was meant to feel so down.

And maybe it wasn't meant for me to touch love,
Or touch hearts, or veins.
Maybe it was meant for them,
So I could observe it and tell the difference.

Now it's all ****** up,
I was meant to grief for all that I've wasted.
I was meant to notice that there's no chance for me to win it,
I was meant to **** the person in the past full of happiness.
I was meant to be lonely.
Alone, Dark, Blue.
Whatever it is, I'm just sad
Or something more.

But maybe that's not it,
Maybe you're not the last.
Maybe I could still have a chance,
Maybe cupid still got his plans.
Maybe it was still the right decision,
Maybe the decision was for you to taste more,
To taste something better.
Maybe it was for you to evolve from a mud into a gold.
And maybe it was also for me,
For me to end what I've been destroying.

No!
It is not you who I've been trying to euthanize.
It was me all along,
You've received your freedom.
You've told me that I am forgiven.

Maybe,
Just maybe..
It's time for me to forgive myself,
And share my deepest ******* affection again.

i hate art. it’s my extra bone. the milk colored one. i think it’s where the loneliness comes from. and yeah, i ******* love art. and by art i mean the thing that makes people want to talk about their dreams to other people that want to talk about their dreams. the dowsing of extra bones by extra bones. i mean, i don’t even know what happened. i wrote about so many things that all meant the same thing, right? extra bone. bread meant love. dog meant those who love. flint meant store what you can, winters are rough inside the snow globe. 2013 rough. 2014. field meant body of dirt and root. bird meant hallowed ***** body of before. snow meant i don’t even what’s mine anymore. and that got me thinking, ya know, about art. did the bone grow in painful? was i born with it? did it feed me the milk of extra bones? was it a language? did it teach me to recognize extra bones in others? why do extra bones feel like home? and i know all of these questions have no answers. schrodinger’s poet pets an ice box. i have a bear and a bathtub and a job and that’s it. i moved from one house next to train tracks to another house next to train tracks. my dog died and i got another dog. when this dog dies i will get another dog. they all know i wanted kids, but the bear is mean. circles swallow wants. and about the art. circles meant so much. corn meant, of my blood. of my blood. the roads meant every road leads to wonderland. spaceship meant some of us get longer to live as animals, and we are beloved to the aliens. ghost meant real ghost, but now it means something else. my hands shook all night last night. the moon was dark. i don’t even know what happened. my whole family thought i was psychic, but they’re mexican. now i think i’m psychic, and i’m collapsing like a star. my hands shook all night, and before, when i said hands i meant fetish. when i said fetish i meant, god, i ******* hate art. this bone is not my bone. it has splinters. it was torn from another’s, and isn’t that cruel? i don’t even know what happened. when i wrote poet i meant i know not what i am or what i do but the words come through like a radio on a beach with three moons and a snake problem. so much gravity. so much pull. so much snake. my hands shake, and i laugh at god. when i wrote god i meant isn’t it obvious. it wasn’t obvious. it still isn’t obvious, and i laugh at god some more. my jokes are bad. my eyes are bad. my bone is bad, milk colored, leaking, confused. nobody likes funerals, but i have so many dresses made for graveyards. i have nine self portraits written by bone. i have hunger, and a loneliness so dogworn it spends its nights circling the same bed over and over. but the ******* art. the extra bone. it’s unsure origin. schrodinger’s poet pets an ice box. i don’t know what’s real. all my gods are in my head.

maybe i'm not meant to be
not meant to move
not meant to exist
not meant to live

maybe i'm not meant for you
not meant for fun
not meant for joy
not meant for love

maybe i'm not meant for emotions
not meant for tears
not meant for anger
not meant for laughs

maybe i'm not meant to be.