Flashing lights...in a darken space where the ferns barely get enough light to grow, where the chill from earth's cold places a frozen morning dew underneath the clouds below
As I aspire to be like the great ones, like William Yates & Edgar Allan Poe
I know...better yet I understand
That you need to see through the eyes of humanity as you walk a mile in the shoes of another man.
Enter a woman's heart and feel her struggle, witness her fight, of the constant stereotype! As she is belittled for having more to cover up while enduring men's selfish acts of disrespect, somehow all being politically incorrect.
We must please in order to appease the guilty conscious that follows our pain's stricken past. The harpoon that killed mermaids, the blood of karma that ever lasts.
The idea of peace, the mindset of tranquility, the idea of belief, the Hard work, god given abilities...the power to withstand evils wrath...ignorance doesn't grow on trees, grow your roots with purity, and your leaves will grow strong and forever last.
Just wrote nonsense
