I know that some of you misunderstand me -

Judge me -

Hate me .

And frown faced -

I have to be okay with that .

I can't make everyone love me -

Because ; this IS life -

It's the way that it's going to have to be.

Just know -

I don't hate thee -

Even if you continually have parades of bashing me.

I have no thirst to tarnish or hurt anyone deliberately -

Rather -

I'd love to be everyone's skeleton key.

But -

That's impossible - and I know that realistically -

I feel the weight of heavy chains daily -

Just -

One day I hope to unlock them and be free -

One day, I hope that skeleton key frees me, unselfishly.

Allowing me to once again be free.

But, go ahead, judge and hate me if it allows you, yourself to frolic freely -

I'll get over it -

I've never been about the shades of grey fulfilling me !



written by me... ..

I notice each road **** as I pass -
My anxiety peaks -
Sadness overwhelms me -
I'll admit - sometimes, even my eyes do leak.

These poor innocent creations of God -
No match for man's menacing machines -
For them - a trip across the road is life and death -
Sadly, there is no in-between without wings.

Like you and I, they have and had families too -
But.... ignorance and cold hearts don't care -
They just keep running them over as if they were nothing -
I'll admit - on my mental health this wears.

I'll admit -
Like humans, the waters surface never tells​ me its depth -
I'll admit -
I will adore all of God's creations until my last breath -
Even on Route #62 my heart weeps for their death.

Not only does the highway not care -
But ....
Nor does the percentage of humans that drive on there -
It's something I will never get -
I admit....



written by me... ..

I do have a bucket list.
I also have a f%^k it list.

Neither list is very long you see,
about the length of your average song.

My bucket has never been filled with greed,
the homeless, the hungry i'd love to feed.

Love to get caught between the moon and New York city,
lay naked under the stars and yet come across witty.

Be a bartender in the tropics while making magaritas,
turn to Margarita, I hope you enjoy your drink senorita.




written by me... ..

So obscure , most figures...
face of a lion...
nerve of a lamb.

The den lives a flock...
it echoes with fear...
the fleece warms the king.



written by me... ..

What is
on
one's mind
when they
know that
they
are dying?

That
blank stare
is not
so blank.


One will
never know
until
they
themselves
are dying.




written by me... ..

She longed
to
make love
in the
greenest of grass
on the
'summer'ist'
of
summer's days.
So I
gently
laid her down
and she exclaims;

"Please;
Please with me
have
your way"

Love,
she made;
until her thighs
showed
a hue
of grey....


written by me... ..

As I
tasted
and swallowed
the
unforgettable
moonlight
on your
lips.
The only
thing
that was
going to
cool us
down this night
was a
good
ol' fashion
rain storm
at 4am' ish.


And then
quite easily I...

I,

overdosed
on your kiss
and the
movement
of
your hips.

I would
love if,
you somehow
'happened'
again.

And...

You wowed me
once again
with your
gumdrop nips
and the
dynamite
that you
call lips.


written by me... ..