Social media's intent was to spread authentic information among people but a few motivated by their selfish motives used it to generate those flocks which easily form conjectures just on the basis of baseless accusations disseminated from unknown sources and keep on barking with profanities on others.

If I were to say
about my day
There need only three words
And three words only


Such an outburst of profanity,
but they keep me away from insanity


So if you ask me "How was your day?",
there'd only be three words for me to say;


Holy

    Moly

        Guacamole :D

Humans.
We are Half " animal"
also Half "Machine."
We "love"
We "lust"
We "long for"
We "yearn"
"Blindness" to "energies"
"Souls" Never "seen as Balanced"
are always heavy to the "right" of "positive"
When "jumping" to "conclusions"
Fails to "charge" the "system"
Due to "too much negative"
"Streams"
We must "cross such"
"Sometimes"
"To get to the other side."
"Fear"
"out-ways"  "Sanity"
When "greener grasses
"are doubted Profanity."

If god would smite me for love
Then count me smitten
Kissing my girl in the kitchen
Hot chocolate boiling,burning in the *** we aren’t listening

Loving my lover in every form
Between them and the Bible
I am not torn
Because between the steeple and the people
I chose my people

Drag shows my church
The queens my pastors
glitter my baptismal waters
The rainbow flag my cross

Self love and
Acceptance
Patience
My virtues

Let love and sweetness be my guiding lights
Happiness is what I’m looking for and it is sure to be found

If god would smite me for happiness
Then count me happy
Joy spilling from my lungs in laughter
in my arms I hold my heart

If god would smite me for being me
Then I will be me
Afterlife be ******
If I can’t be me in this life
Then what I am I but a ******* sham
Too scared to face the person I am

I’m searching for an answer.
Surrounded by monogamists I crawl and weep,
Surrounded by dogmatists I hunger.
I’m searching for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
I don’t want to hear something about the seasons,
Or anything about ethics.
No more flowers,
Away with the aesthetic of yore.
Give me the affairs, the filth, secret lives.
Give me the runaways, the elderly, the jokesters.
Give me the casanovas and cougars.
I search this rotten boulevard and t
All night, all night, even during the day..
I’m on the search..
I’m looking for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.