I find it amazing that you can
  
      Create an entire civilization with
  
      just one female.... A lot of you women
  
      really don't understand your true worth
  


      She means to me...
  
      What the lung means
  
      to breathe... what the
  
      arm means to sleeves
  
      If one was convinced
  
      there soon to freeze
  
      She means to you...
  
      What the breeze mean
  
      to leaves....what the fall
  
      means to trees if it
  
      was that time when
  
      the branches clothing
  
      is freed
  
      She means to we...
  
      What a life means
  
      to conceive.. what
  
      a blessing means to
  
      receive if ones thought
  
      aimed toward the sky
  
      with intent on a gift to
  
      retrieve
  
      How could a man....
  
      Raise his hand
  
      to something so
  
      precious... In attempt
  
      to sending a message
  
      which was inspired by
  
      senseless aggression
  
      How could we stand.....
  
      absent her gift of
  
      reproduction....yes
  
      "I" provide the seed
  
      but absent "her " soil
  
      life would mean nothing
  
      How would one see..
  
      If their eyes wasn't
  
      equipped with vision...
  
      "He" without "her" is
  
      equivalent to a mind
  
      which lacks decision
  
      How could one speak....
  
      If there was no
  
      knowledge of speech...
  
      the existence of man
  
      lives in her hand her
  
      creations beyond unique
  
      sometimes her value
  
      is misplaced stolen
  
      somewhere along her
  
      journey... Love disguises
  
      the thief it's usually someone
  
      she thought was worthy
  
      never allow your care for
  
      another to shield you from
  
      your purpose.... God doesn't
  
      make mistakes your the route
  
      to life it's "she" who the world
  
      should worship
  
      She means to me
  
      (c) 2012 viewtifulink

There is nothing
like the buzzing
of your own heart
in your own ears.
Nothing greater
nothing worse
only dissonant
rhythmic changes
as you rise
and fall.

The pound
pound
pound
of pulse
breaking through
innocent
blue veins,
coaxing a response
out of limp,
lifeless wrists.

You scratch,
nothing but swift,
apathetic strokes
while knives
slice pomegranates
too full
too excited
to resist
spilling everything.

One inch
is one state
two miles
of thousands
on the map
but the key
camouflages
the most convenient
escape routes.

If you want to
touch
and feel,
find refuge,
be alive:
fight with the ***** deckhands,
throw your hands up,
let it be.

There are things that are forbidden
The small black box in the darkest corner of my mind is forbidden
Things, bad things are in that box
It's locked
And it must be for good reason
There could be a thousand lifetimes my soul has lived in that box
Or it could be old memories best forgotten
I don't know, and I may never know
All I know it that that box is forbidden
And I don't have the key
I don't know where it is or where to begin to look for it
*And my feelings tell me that the key is just as forbidden too

there is something about a door with a lock
that makes me desperate to find the key.

the mystery carries an almost euphoric presence.
it likes to surface occasionally
and tug at the corners of my heart
just enough to remind me of an insatiable thirst
that i didn't realize had lingered.

i couldn't say for sure what it is that draws me in
perhaps it's the hidden secrets
or the complex workings
maybe just the appearance-
the kind that carries a promise
or emits a sense of adventure

and if you couldn't already tell,
i'm not talking about doors anymore.

do they wonder about who I am
about who I was
about who I could be?
or am I just a face?
trapped in the cage that is society
with no known key to fit the lock.