Do not tell me
what I can
and cannot do.

I am my own person
and am capable
and smart enough
to make my own choices.

Your opinion has no effect
on my life
or on my decisions.

But since you feel the need
to tell me what to do
how about I tell you
to keep your mouth shut.

I was gonna rip his heart out. I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious, the most ruthless champion, there has ever been. No one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No! He's no Alexander! I'm Alexander! I'm the best ever. I'm Sonny Liston. I'm Jack Dempsey. There's never been anyone like me. I'm from their cloth. There is no one who can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want his heart! I want to eat his children! Praise be to Allāh!

-Mike Tyson

I KNEW THAT I WOULD END UP LIKE THIS, WITH ****** KNEES, GRAZED PALMS, BROKEN BONES AND IN LOVE WITH YOU BUT DARLING I AM DONE FIGHTING I AM SICK OF BEING A SOLDIER COLD AND ALONE IN TRENCHES WHEN ALL I EVER WANTED WAS YOUR WARMTH

So swift you come;
Brighter than the sun,
Your presence is so superb.
On top of the world
Thru rain or snow
But not long do you ever linger...
After you leave,
There's no hope for me;
Darkness always reclaims it's toll...
But may I remind;
The sun can still shine,  
Utilizing the moon as a loophole!
Given the choice,
Most celebrate day;
But I feel much more alive at night...
The distinctions are clever,
Their transition is smooth;
Creating a beautiful sight!
Therefore, be warned
Of those who are scorned
& censor what comes your way...
Do remember to note,
Emotions are like cloaks;
As interchangeable as night & day!

The straw that broke the camel's back
Was auctioned off on Ebay
And bought by an amnesiac
Who liked collecting hay.

If possession is nine-tenths of the law
All I need to do now
Is buy the final straw

And then he was sectioned
And taken away.

Welcome to this magical place
The one down the rabbit hole..
Where little girls drink wine and pop pills

Every ounce of innocence is lost in this place.

Welcome to this magical land
Of all these beautiful creatures
And some deadly foes

Welcome darling  
For you will see
This magical place isn't what it's made out to be..

It's dreadful and dreary
Its mentally hysteric

There's Rabbits on crack
A queen with a fetish for chopping off heads
And a guy named the hatter who tells a riddle of a raven..

A raven you say?
And Why is it like a writing desk?

For no one has an idea, the mans gone mad.

The best people are apparently..

Only in this magical land.

I sit around observing everyone carry on with their single-faceted lives.
How simple would it be to be only one person? Instead, I am left to deal with the repercussions of myselves.

    It's not my fault I'm different with every person, including myselves.

Or maybe it is. Maybe there's something wrong with your brains.

Perhaps, though whatever the reason, I believe we can all agree we are utterly mad
                                                       Agreed.

How funny it is to have someone deny a characteristic of my personality. For all they know, I could be everything they hate covered in a chrome mask reflecting everything they love.
It is of this I think when one expresses a liking toward me.
That affection is vain, they are admiring the qualities of themselves.
No one, not even I can see all my selves at one time. Some come along, new to my surprise
If I were to find a being who values things at more than, for lack of better word, "face value", then I may show them my selves and we would discover our selves together.

How odd would it be to look in a mirror.
     Oh now that is too many faces to look at
   Yes, but perhaps I would discover the gravity of it all - what's holding it together.
                     Enough of your nonsense!
                                Back to work, the lot of ya!

"Our dreams prove our sanity".

Karl Franssen