It's hard to hide a smile
When you should feel defiled.
Is it wrong to give my soul,
act as a ***** in the bed and
reconcile your acts as nothing but
worthwhile?
My skin and mind are afire
we're lying side by side respirating shallowly
admired, reviled and inspired I let myself wander
with thoughts of our beguiled afternoon.
Love affairs are seedy, needy and just
without my lover I'd feel nothing but bile
for the man I let slip a band on me.
I want to stay awhile, but the room will
be needed by the next coupling.
And, until next time I have to veil my
vile, yet necessary secret
And that I do with guile and style.

Let go of those old fears
That have somehow battled through the trenches of time
You've fought gruesome wars at night
For so many kaleidoscope years
Laying awake with the noise outside your pane
As the only tune to your madness
The civilian lives lost
The once-spirited homes burned to rubble
All to conquer the infantry of bombarding thoughts
That have emerged victorious for ages at the first light of the sun
A daring blow must be delivered to such malice
The respirating breath of triumph
Must grace the muggy walls of your lungs  
That sunrise must burn the awakening
Of all your ambitions and conquests
And you can rise from your slumber just nigh of death
As a warrior who will flatten what monstrous fights now may come
And when the moon shows his face
And the stars light his eternal shadow
You can step out into the wild
Adorned in the fruits of your courage
Let go of those old fears
That have somehow battled through the trenches of time

I am a respirating being!
I have feelings for various creatures!
I am sensitive!
I am emotional!
I act on things consciously and unconsciously at times!
I regret things I should not!
I put people's feelings, their interests,their preferences and etc. before mine because I feel it's important!
It's important to make other's happy!
Because in this long run of life all you have is support and love from the people near and dear to you!
You may get hurt or may **** your interests and opinions for the sake of others,but there is always a limit to it!
There arises a need to understand that all you have done is enough and it's time for you to stop!
Stop killing yourself because obviously limits are limited.
And these limitations not only bind you to confirm to particular laid down universal norms but in turn helps you realise your worth ,your opinion and your interests!
It's fine to put others before you but it is not acceptable to **** yourself for it!
Stand for yourself!
Get your opinions and your wants straight and put your points in front of people you think you should!
Because at the end, you are all you have!

It was you or the world,
I cried when I chose you girl
Deny it all tonight baby
I know you'll change your mind
By morning comes, its rise and shine
By and by, the day ends
To my surprise tonight its ride or die
One misguided step, its your call
Come on by, see what needs to be seen
Be what you want to be
Be all that you need to be
If you're everything that I want
That would make you: nothing
All words have been said, come pick up your spirits
Clean up the filth that you've left
Respirating so desperately, get these things off my flesh
Alone I whimper in my self made deception I believed to be my life
Tonight you'll catch me riding but tomorrow you'll find me dying
Stop me, while I'm still alive

There was a little blue book,
with red ribbons that pulsed between pages,
And black and purple ink that ran amok across blank paper.

Little-blue was filled with poetry,
It flowed freely from the mind onto parchment,
So naturally that it was like respirating. Vital.

Happy poems about the radiating sun,
The changing of the seasons and nature,
And of course about love. Above all about love.

Then something shifted, as these things tend to do.
And Little-blue lost its pull and comfort.
Ribbons tattered, ink distorted and splashed.

Somewhere between a city and a starry sky,
Little-blue was tossed out and left,
Maybe for someone new, or perhaps just to rot.

As I will
As I like it
As my will
As it gives recursive themes of
Strength and fancy
Weakened by the real
It subsists;
It is
Cannot not be:
As they loathe it.
As I was:
My sunlit energy precedes, preceded me
Some life in me that speeds towards
Metabolism that speeds towards
Eventual cell death
Respiration--
Deeply respirating
I halt for no respite
Despite the leaning apprehension
Towering over what Is in me;
The roaming imposition
Of what there will be—
It seeks me
It wanders and stops occasionally
And devours something imagined
That heaven I had made
That Will that I had suffered
As it will.

Test my patience
Is a virtue
If you think
These words can't hurt you
Or subvert your bricks and thrones
To shallow caves of sticks and stones
And early graves of mogul masses
Unenlightened social classes
Cashing in the broadcaste system
Fearful fascist feudalism
Cataclysm communist
Red dead to rites of populist
We can't resist the terrorize
In refugees we demonize
So televise the violent crimes
And lionize the Frankensteins
Cuz' we all scream for Isis stream
To guillotine the fields of green  
The Vaccines are the influenza
FDA is salmonella
Poisoning the stomach bile
In the processed garbage aisle
As the vile needle kills
The blood which pours as rivers spills
Polluted by the politics
The very air we breathe is sick
Like respirating pits of tar
A pack of Marbs is all we are
On par with country clubs of pigs
Who sell us lies and oil rigs
And stuff the stockings up with coal
And change the climate of my soul
To winter's blight of coldest steel
Still rusting in this rage I feel
Then melting in the wildfire
Of the funeral empire
Rolling thunder power dice
Of life and gambling on its price
As they repeal and then erase
All knowledge of this human race

bifurcated breath condensed on cold window
two little lungs hung there
respirating palettes for your fingerling muse

Currently in the state of my mind is thinking
Life resurgent, because all is missing
But How am I suppose to get things going?
When I can't be myself living
They say life is easy but what has happened?
My rough life, tough times and I'm barely breathing
One day I know I can escape from respirating
Letting everyone know that my mind is bleeding
To capture all attention and to forget the problem
For they barely know what I'm truly feeling,
I can't escape this dimension, but I still am trying
Trying to leave this life so that I'll be forgotten
Going back to dust where I've firstly founded
Carrying all the loads and holding into nothing
Currently in the state of my mind is thinking
Life resurgent, because all is missing
But How am I suppose to get things going?
When I can't be myself living
They say life is easy but what has happened?
My rough life, tough times and I'm barely breathing
One day I know I can escape from respirating
Letting everyone know that my mind is bleeding
To capture all attention and to forget the problem
For they barely know what I'm truly feeling,
I can't escape this dimension, but I still am trying
Trying to leave this life so that I'll be forgotten
Going back to dust where I've firstly founded
Carrying all the loads and holding into nothing
Everything around me is everyone's anything
Never liked it and it's barely even something,
Because they'll just use it to just destroy everything
What's the point of understanding
When we only keep forgetting
What's the point of loving
When this world is full of hatred
What's the point of even trying
When One just keeps on losing
And What's the point of being true
When you could just trade this life for something new.

under the marbled May moon
spring peepers holler from the tree line
the scent of vetiver on my hair
respirating grass beneath my palms
i am alone, and
aloneness is a gift
sacred time meant for communion
with the divine

the call to action :
like prehistory’s most compelling protagonists howling out from the austere tar pits in which they are mercifully entombed

/free my fossilized flesh!/
the carbonized ghosts clamor-
and we will .
we will choke out the whole of our stupefied brood with the breath of their ancient bowels respirating, anew
in ash and motion .
in the name of each family’s future

Power
is a trade.

yet
lambs and other extant specimens do not participate in  this same barter.

their deals are shorter and more sincere:
/ at least leave me the sky - /

/no./ the reanimated ancestral cloud billows,
/all is a dome, beyond which, none may gaze/

/ be still and pose gracefully within the god-dome of our love./