Lying is a skill like anything else;
And its one she flaunts around behind her innocence.
She jumps from suitor to suitor draining every benefit Possible until she's satisfied,or until she's made.
Pleading the damsel in distress card, she always attains What she desires.
She's a tornado;
Selfishly destroying everything around her in a fit of Rage, she tires out into a corpse.

There is a room.
And in this room there is a man and woman soon to be awake.
On their respective sides of the bed are nightstands with congruent photos.
These two photos are the very fibers that keep their marriage alive.
What kind of bond is held together by pictures?
The kind that includes a 75 year old man and a 77 year old woman.
Both have severe Alzheimer's.
So every morning, they wake as strangers, remembering nothing of the other.
Everyday, they wake to learn each other, only to repeat the cycle the following morning.
They say ignorance is bliss;
But there is a room, and in this room lies the proof  that it's not.

Sweet is his mother's voice to the admiring boy.
He is four, and when she is home, and he, alone no more, he feels joy.
At glance, it is natural, but is a problem beginning to boil?
His mother works daily, therefore daily, his turmoil.
If nature spoke words, which ones would the drowning flower choose?
Water is a necessity, but is not blood, save for in the form of a bruise?
The flower interprets the Sun's redundant heat as anger.
The flower's dependence upon sunlight becomes a danger.
Given the ability to hide, the flower would disappear.
It had been conditioned to not love the Sun, but to fear.
It does not sense the love that embodies the memory it holds so dear.
This feeling resembles the boy, after enduring the torturous routine for several, endless, lonely years.

Equality will never happen because our actions and fantasized habits contradict what a perfect match is. With society's eyes high above the mindless horizon, many feel stranded between what wrong and right is. Therefore many have chose to win rather than lose the mold of plastic.
Although, hope lies with the few who choose to refuse the use of closed eyelids.
Few still choose what is morally, rather than religiously, righteous.

Every soul is a piece of the universe experiencing itself through the entirety of a soul.
And so began the first paradox.
Truth is imprisoned in a lie of omission.
And so began the second paradox.
Ignorance is the spawn of wisdom.
And so began the third paradox.
Change is constant.
And so began the fourth paradox.

Oblivious is the man who claims decorum of extrapolated omnipotence.
The man who has ossified rationalism into an inexplorable ruse.
An attempt to transmogrify inchoate minds, characteristic of apparitions.
Providing illusion as the answer to an obsequious concrescence of naive followers.
Oblivious are the men who follow this decorum.
Their leader keens to their needs.

Newton once said "for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".
It was an apple that started his research, discoveries, advancements.
I'd like to think you may be the apple to my discovery of true love.
A walk in the park, a play fight in the sheets;
Enough skipped beats of the heart to say we haven't heard that song.
But we've made a better one.
Filled with nervous laughter, missed calls, and deep breaths.
Cigarette stories, shared insanity, assured comfort, relief from gravity.
You say you're mine, excuse me if I hold you to that.
I claim that I'm yours, I beg that your arms hold it against me.