He talked about his conquests as we sat hiding from the heat and every other ******* in between.
I'm a ******* gunslinger!

He exclaimed  drunk from to many beers and his own backward *******.
Well I said in a deadpan voice with your sparkling personality my friend you dam sure better hope that ******* never jams up on you.

There's never a truly relaxing place in the shade .
Sometimes I believe a ego was a dangerous as a loaded gun .
For a ******* seemed only to commit verbal suicide with every ******* line that spewed from his mouth.

I loathed a idiot when I was simply trying to catch a buzz.
Then he bought me a round and I thought well he's not totally void of a good quality .

I am over that, go smoke crack
have a heart attack while you crap
I never want your *** back
Watch how you get your fix
like ******* ***** and ******* ******
stupid ******* trick
filthy nasty ***** *****
I pray you end up given up
press your luck and get ******
But that's how it goes
sometimes it blows, hard a bows
frost bite in that December snow
all because of these god dam hoes
our world is hooked on a product
and that stinking *****'s got it
that's why I need some ******* healing
from all this coping with the emotion
of this lack of devotion
like I'm drifting out into the ocean
lost in an endless sea of co-motion
splashing and thrashing, gasping
forgotten is that so called love everlasting
all we have left is lust
an i know one thing i can trust
seriously there had to be something
hard to believe I was ******* nothing
after all you should not have said
the piles of ******* I was fed
you did your best to fold me
handcrafted hate could not hold me
for i carry with me his faith
you know not what it would take
no iron gate will slow me down
for I have always found
looking back takes me back
the panic attacks, oh how you'd snap
I never needed any of that
I can't make up all you lack
I've had all I can take
you sealed your fate
its like I am finally awake
telling you its to dam late
sometimes i wish you weren't so fake
that you didn't blow out the candles on our cake
but I have just lost that fire
that hot burning internal desire
its long been done
lost all its dam fun
this drama is definitely over
of course that's the luck of an Irish clover

And wouldn't it be wiser,
Than waiting like a dunce,
To go to work in earnest
And learn the thing at once?

Suppose that some boys have a horse
And some a coach a pair
Will it tire you less while walking
To say, "It isn't fair?"
And wouldn't it be nobler
to keep your temper sweet
and in your heart be thankful
you can walk upon your feet?

Suppose the world don't please you.
Nor the way some people do
Do you think the whole creation
will be altered just for you?
And isn't it, my boy or girl
The wisest, bravest plan
Whatever come, or doesn't come
To do the best you can?

-Anonymous

Love is a progressively debilitating mental condition of irrational behavior, generated by repetitive occurrence of desired emotion.  All emotions originate simultaneously with personal thought or belief.  Then love associates with some form of a focal point.  Virtually any thought invoking component of existence can be convinced as a focal point including, people, possessions, or even activities.  The intensity and duration of love is typically variable, due to fluctuating emotional arousal.  In-order for emotional stimulation to maintain initial performance levels, over extended duration, exercises must be conducted with the focal point.  Once repetitive supply of euphoric feeling is established retardation of the brain is accelerated, drastically restricting rational thought.  Without the function of rational thought, behavior becomes irregular resulting in rash conclusions.   In case of emergency, ending contact with the target focal point neutralizes personal thoughts and beliefs, eliminating love in theory.

All I want to do is run,
run from my own demons
but they seem to know hiding places
in my body
that I didn't even know existed.
They have taken all
of what makes sense
and ruined my way
of thinking clear.

They make me want to run
from my own body
they make me want to crawl
out of my own skin.
My fingers are no longer
the creators of art
the soft touch of friendship.
They have turned into claws
clawing my skin open
to help me escape
my own body.
I know I can not **** what is way deeper than the skin
but I can start somewhere.

I know for a fact that you will never
care as much for me
as I do for you
but know that I cherish
every inside joke we share
like safety
glued to my fingers
I will not let go
I will protect you
no harm will ever be done to you
either if it's words
or judgements
or something scary
I will be there to
assure you
how amazing you are
and how much you are loved.

Do not ever let others bring you down because you are different
you are a beautiful rainbow on a rainy day
putting a smile upon other's faces.
Even on the darkest days
when it seems that the world is against you
know that you, yourself
are the light
that brightens day.

You are amazing
every bit that makes
others wonder
who you are and
how you think is
what makes you you.
I am grateful to be a piece
in what makes you you
and what makes your memories
and hopefully
what will make a whole lot more.

Ontological Inscape, Trickery and Love

Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reason; taking a word like "writes"
down tiers of tries until it's secret rites
make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS
can amazingly and finally become STAR
and right to left that small star
is mine, for my own liking, to stare
its five lucky pins inside out, to store
forever kindly, as if it were a star
I touched and a miracle I really wrote.

With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border,
And its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing,
This river runs beyond heaven and earth,
Where the colour of mountains both is and is not.
The dwellings of men seem floating along
On ripples of the distant sky --
These beautiful days here in Xiangyang
Make drunken my old mountain heart!

Waking into
A world of change
Still can't seem to scratch
This ache
Alone again
I'm home again
Finally free
to be me
Leads me to question
About this silly obsession
Why try to be loved
When every time
I feel the need to disguise
my mind?

I've washed the sheets a hundred times
Yet still I can't shake
The feeling
That their is a hint
of your scent
lingering on the pillowcase
Where you last slept
Before you left