clothes got soaked in rain.
dont know why i expected
them to smell like salt.

Beauty turn to me
Put your head together
All the fairness go restless
Shine to me
A bounty is worth a heart
A heart that is pure
Beauty take my side
I am no queen
Nor will I when I own you
A bounty is worth a while
Inside a heart that is eternal

Beauty who's your king
Tell no king is right to rule
A love that is sure
Tell no realm is far to go
When a love is near
I can call you 'beauty'
What else with those nice eyes
Fair cheek and big smile
You rule all the realms
Yet I turn you not a king

G. government
O. organization
O. ogle

You...

..yes you are so interesting or threatening to the government that they feel compelled to watch you all day, every day, constantly and a tech company is aiding them in violating a core principle of freedom; the right to privacy.

A tech company is complicit in a tyranny against freedom and individuality while selling you knowledge?

I hope Trump finds the courage to start hanging traitors because Google will be the greatest weapon against freedom ever created by man.




    There is not such a thing as democracy.
    There is no such a thing as freedom.
    There is no thing called capitalism.
    America is a myth.

Your night resembles
a worn piece of cloth;
I watch as it flies
in the midnight air;

I am reminded of
the American flag

and a sigh leaves
my body, as it has
so many times before

This is a life
worth leaving

The bones
no longer feel
like stones;

The flesh
ignores the desires
and wishes
of it's owner,

The mouth
tangoes with
the tongue
leaving the
words tangled
in knots

Let me wither away
as most tangible objects do

Be it on a hospital bed,
behind an alley way,
or with my fiendish
friends

We'll cross paths someday
and you'll clutch the purse,
I'll cross the street, we'll
keep to our own sick,
sad devices

and wonder if
it would've been
better had we
never been born at all;

except I would've
got it all wrong;

mistaking your
frown for something profound

Disappointment
reigns heavy in
the hearts that fear
failure

Laughing green leaves
of youth with
pride of its beauty
At the dry yellow leaves
of old with
tears of its falling
Forgetting the green leaves
Of it's day of falling
Dancing like Devils
In the pride of its beauty
Green or yellow
Youth or old
Have to fall one day
Leaving all pride