His hands so bold,,face jaw so right,,eyes dark like a fiery night,,hair like the breeze,,,lips like ,a honey bee,,neck so fresh ,smells i injest,,chest so hard like a rock,but his arms are my spot,holds me,so close i feel the most gentle ,loving like never before,,,he holds my hands he is my sword,,Lover lover come stay be my friend and never go away,,how you took me at one glance,how i knew you be my man..i love you my ,,handsome man..the end.

I was brought into this world by that not of my own choosing.
I was given a face and a name I cannot come to terms with.
I was raised by beings I've had too little time to observe and thus, do not understand them.
I was garbed in itchy fabrics that play too much of an important role in this society.
I was raised up and told to go forward on these stilts I can hardly maneuver-toddling as I go.
I was built from links of mineral, calcium phosphate, and collagen which was fitted with a skin prison,
then drowned in blood and excess organs
and told to live.
I was born to buy and sell and work and love
and to force offspring into these bone brackets and tell them
to do what I have done- for the sake of what?
After many years I cannot work the stilts
or understand my name
and the pollution they injest so heartily does not agree with my lungs
nor the gravity that keeps them barely grounded
keeps me barely able to lift a finger from it.
It seems they all learn to live in their own way
and do and don't with purpose
and exist as they should
carrying on like their parents-
but I watch from the diagonal,
evermore obstructed from their ways.
too little time
yes too little time I've had to study-
I wasn't ready when I was brought here
and by all that is orphic I was brought by mistake.

I'm a stranger in human skin
an alien in a person's world
a broken cog mixed in with upside-down and backwards instructions
devastatingly incompatible with all my fuzzy eyes can see.

I wasn't meant to be here
and I didn't come by choice.
I was forced in
and I must force my way out.

I've been trying to fix this broken heart
Its been a while since I could get it to start
The chemicals and fluids that I injest
Feeble attempts at joy at best
Not to say that I really tried
A hundred times I'd said I would
A hundred times I simply lied
Lied to myself in hopes I'd fall for it
But I can't believe I should even be in this pit
I'm just waiting in the bottom of the well
For the rain to fall into the hole in which I fell
Fill it up right to the top
I'll float on up and never stop

The funny thing about most toxins
Is that you can have them in small amounts without any consequence
It's only when
You sit in it long enough,
Injest it so many times--
That you get sick