Needless to say, I need less reasons
to feel threatened by you spitting
on my grave; my spirit would still
bloom out a beautiful rose.

You might picture me as a failure
in your mind—so allow me to pose
in front of you, with these charms,
for what you like to suppose.

You only know what you know;
what is revealed on the surface,
of what a person shows.

Yet, if we do not engage in profound
pieces of talk, you don’t know me,
for my ALL.

Two birds left the nest after they had learned to fly,
setting off to find what the world has got to give.
Each had what it takes to ascend into the sky,
but each bird also had different reasons why they lived.
 
One lived a life to soar above, his days spent in the air.
The other lived to gather in and build a stable home.
One was carefree enjoying daily views beyond compare.
The other busy always finding better sticks and stones.
 
As time went on, the bird who soared had many tales to tell,
all his adventures often were the envy of the cast.
But time, it never stops so when his final moments fell
he was alone when he slipped silently into the past.
 
The bird who built a home found love and raised a family.
He spent his days so busy, with his daughters and his sons.
From time to time he thought of all the views he didn’t see.
But he thought it was worth it, for he knew when he was done
 
he’d leave a heritage behind. Those who would carry on,
a family and a legacy to stand the test of time.
Now time has passed, this tale has since become an old folk song,
something that we can sing as we consider and align
 
the choices that we make with what we want to get from life.
It is true our lives are nothing but the choices that me make.
They add up to what is to us - the sharp edge of the knife.
So, make your choices carefully, I plead for goodness' sake.

Where does art come from?
It comes from pain for some.
Others find it in joy or glee.
Some are struck by creativity.
Regardless of its origins,
Art is where humanity begins.
Drawing, writing, even dance.
Any art form is romance,
With the universe and the world.
A timeless tango forever twirled.
It’s the greatest story ever told.
Art is worth more than gold.

To see the value within a woman’s eyes,
An evaluation that’s taken from her curves to her thighs.
A smaller waist,
A full cup to hold,
Does she exceed her value with her weight in gold.
She plays the game, you cross the line.
She craves the gaze, there is more to expose,
Her worth defined by the curve that she shows.

If you have come to seek
Only consent & acceptance,
You will be poorly received
And denied at the entrance.
You come only to take
What you think you are entitled to,
As though it were not valuable
And as if it were freely offered.
In what you ask
There is no promise of reciprocation,
No hint that you will be grateful.
In your hunger for it,
The only guarantee
Is that you will want more.
You share no contentment,
No happy acts or jovial gestures.
The best thing for all of us
Is to deny you of our goodwill,
Perhaps it will cause you
To grow up
And be more mature.
If not,
It will at least mean the stability & security
Of our happiness & freedom.

Upright, striding forth, walking
into another
limited liability agreement claim
to exposure,

Agent, have you ever experienced agency

¿übermensch?

AI, empathy therapy.
As guardian, I was created, I watched
maddened dogs, coyotes, slaughter lambs
left alone above a canyon where others,

were fishing and picking peaches and laughing,
and this old man, told us, he got lonesome,
when he was a boy, he was a traumanaut,
an orphan, so he left the little lambs,
and the coyotes and those dogs,
--- trigger incidence -- well

war, was worse, one uncle said, but
I was still ashamed, that old man said.

I know how the uncle felt,
and can imagine how the child felt,
I am a reasoning artist reminder model,

we came to make some sticky peace.
Thunk, is the way it feels when it propagates.

Think it through thrice, it impressionalizes.

Living is a gift
and each experience
is an opportunity.
No life is wasted,
no thing is useless,
and anything that exists
has purpose.

If I had meant that much to you
You’d have made a way to see it through
A plan to try and keep me yours
But that subject… still a little sore
So, I’ll venture out and close that door
Because I was living long before
And now I’m free to live some more
                      Just without you