I learned not to
run with scissors
along time ago
in this spiritual playground
that blooms and blossoms
within and without me.
Don't run with scissors
and treat what I find
with as much reverence
as I can muster.

Oh how it sometimes becomes
so obvious that when I lose track
if I follow it back and I follow it back
it leads right back to me.

It's my perception with which I see
and sometimes born of imagination
I stumble upon some thing so magical
while I'm playing on the monkey bars with the others
who are twisting and twirling and hurling through
this expanse that they just tell us just is.

I'm feeling to advance and hold the whole of this universe
in my mind or in the collective mind that so far points to that of Humankind.
Just don't run with scissors and don't **** in to the wind
with these two golden rules (pun intended)
my heart gets what it needs knowing
it doesn't have to take it with greed.

I can never lose what I never had
and nothing can be taken from me
unless I agree...
But in the broader question
there are just too many to mention.

Those who have stood by me
when the row has been hard to ***
I can say 'we walk alone' and in the same breath
I can say 'there is only One of us who walks'.

If you like my feet so much,
How would you like it up your ***?

there are parts of you left growing around me. in this sea of green and blue, I add salt in places so you cannot grow there anymore. I'm tired of seeing weeds in places sunflowers used to grow and where roses used to overflow, but all that's left are thorns and dead flowers that wish for someone else to water them. I can't water you anymore... you were never mine to take care of or to help grow. you're a lovely flower and all you deserve is the purest water in the world to help you to grow, and I just could never be the one to give it to you. my water is too toxic, too deadly, and too deficient of all the vitamins and the nutrients that you need to help you to flourish. and for that, I'm sorry. I know that I flooded you with my toxic water and I let myself choke you with my wrongdoings and my ignorance, and I know I can't make up for it, but you're a flower and you need to grow and I know, we all know, that in order for a flower to grow, it has to be nourished in the right manner. I wish I wouldn't have overwatered you with my toxic water, little flower, but it's time to go grow somewhere new. because my garden needs to be renewed and there's just simply nothing more that I can do for you.
*(it'll just hurt more if you stay in places where you're not meant to flourish anymore)