To the cheaters of the world.
Do we really understand them?
Do we really sympathize with them?

From a pure perspective,
we see fools chasing a desire of lust.
Which only satify a need for a moment.

To the husband.
To the wife that cheats.
And gets exposed.
How can you cry?
Someone's done you wrong.
What about the spouse?

And, if for some reason's of stupidity,
you marry your cheating soul-mate.
And they cheats upon you.

You must have realized,
you were playing a game that has no rules.

Where the word faithful seems to be news to you?
Now, you using the cheater's cry.
Trying to get folks to understand your side.

Strange, you will find a few.
Except, when you both was cheating with one another.
And carrying on this secretive affair.
It spokes volumes about you.

So some folks just won't care.
Cause you didn't show concerns for the spouse.
Who were always there?

People call it a cage, but I call it my room
I was born here, this is my very home

The lights are starting to shine
Is it already showtime?

The spotlight in the middle of the arena,
All eyes on me.

"DANCE!"
You yell, and I put on a show for you.

"FIGHT!"
Your demand reaches my ears,

"JUMP!"
                                                  ­              "TWIRL!"
                        "ROAR!"
          ­                                                                 ­      "SING!"
                                     "****!"
"SWIM!"
                                                 ­                                               "RUN!"

Your words are my commands,
Commands I Follow without questioning.

My only purpose is to entertain you,
My only desire is to hear you cheer.

You deserve it
You are better than me
I'm just a useless beast.


I got hurt?
It does not matter,
The show must go on.

After all, this show is for you specifically.


And you.


And you.


All of you are important
Let me be your slave
It would be a pleasure.



Kick me
Insult me
Make fun of me
Make me feel miserable.

Just don't hate me
It would ruin my purpose.

Do you hate me?
Am I not entertaining you?

I will change how I look!
I can make you laugh!
I can act better!
I will torture myself if I have to.

Is that not enough?

I can do better.
I can!

Just tell me what you want
I will do anything to please you



Am I still not enough?











WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I PROMISE I CAN DO IT!








no?
















Am I not entertaining anymore?















































**** ME

































EVEN BETTER











I CAN SAVE YOU THE WORK




























































­


































i will **** myself


anything to satisfy my audience.









anything

to satify

YOU

.

I know him as well as you can know someone in high school

I know him as well as you can memorize someones class schedule and favorite songs

As well as you can get used to hands on shoulders, hands on hips, hands on hands.

But the freckles on his arms are not nearly enough to make up constellations from so I'll make do with my finger tips

Big dipper and little dipper..they seem to fit
But I don't think he has favorite stars, so I hope that the freckles on my face are enough to satify the absence of astrology in his world

I found out that  our hands can be magnetic when bonfires attract us like moths to light and everything is always better in twos
  
Lately I have seen that this relationship of ours is unavoidable

He is the curb, the pole, the door frame that I will never miss, that I will always bump into, fall over, and fall for

You see, we were never the same apart as we are together, and I haven't been able to stop searching the room for his face since

Only a certain number of people join you when you laugh so hard you fall breathless

Even less will catch you on the way down

Sometimes his hands linger on my waist after he hugs me
those are the best kind of hugs

He is the only person that has ever made me feel adequate for slow dancing


Sometimes he smiles when our eyes meet

I dont know whether he does it out of habit or because he likes the way I smile back

I have decided I do not care which one, I'll take what I can get.

"DREAMS REALISE REALTY"
AN HONEST SONG FROM HEARTFELT FURTURE,
TO WORK FOR FAMILY "HEALTH AN WEALTH",
BRING THE READYS OHH SO STEADY,
LIKE R RIVER ROARING ,
ALL FOUR OF US,
ARE COLOUR CONVERTING TO CANVAS,
BRILLIANT BEAUTY NOW BOLD BELONGING,
SATIFY SOUL DRIVEN "SEARCH NOW"

"Ha Ha! did some kid really get a 37 on the test? Good luck to that guy."

Hi, I'm Miss 37 on a Recordkeeping test
yet I ingest, more natural intelligence,
from my morning spinach-strawberry-banana smoothie;
than I do from eating your face off.

Haley, restrain, breathe, write.

I score more points when I invest
every spastic ounce of energy into calming down.
Plastic expectations don't deserve
my jolted, steaming, red in the face nerves.
My teacher and I know I haven't earned
below a 70 yet this year.

Two Years ago I was buried  myself beneath enough mulch
I could barely emit muffled noises;
let alone offer proposes of how far the stick up your *** is.
Drowning in every pound of self destruction
I erupted volcanos, melted my mother's heart.
Struggled, mulligrubbed with my own monsters.
Finally, I emerged from the dirt, blooming,
fueled by the passion for life that consumed me.
My roots hardened into knotted salvations;
Pursuit of curiosity, to never stop asking questions.
Passionate relationships, with equal give and take and
Intrigue in the new and altruistic.

I never asked to be a statistic
among American teens who pursue the American Dream.
Surviving a full year in high school is enough
to satify my pride.
A 37 is nothing to hide
so say it louder man-boy.
Straighten your spine on that testosterone pedestal.
Good luck out there, I hope you catch em all!
I'll be gazing at the sky, a piece of advice?
Always keep your ears open, Always keep your eyes wide.

I am no warrior nor an adventurer
Never dreamt of touching the sun
the mere rays satify me
I am easy to please but easier to cease

I envy Icarus despite judgements
Because many have dreamt but afew pursued
I am one of those who chose to subdue
Cant seem teach myself to start anew

Like how false angels flew
Daring to be foolish is what i dream to do
Filling my heart with nothing but crude
Now comes the time I must pay my loo

For so long I have kept my piece within
Ever anxious for what the future awaits
Now,Im in need of sails beneath me
To push me forward out of these depths

In need of Icarus's lead
To help me express my greed
May Apollo's warmth bless me
For me to fight for what i need

Cold and without words,thoughts
  or freewill. They stuff me to satify
         they voracious appateties.

     Cold and without a say, a plan
    to break away from these bonds
       I stand still and be led astray
          To places which they stay.

Cold and without complain eletricity
     runs wild in my veins they say
         it's to keep me alive but it's
                To distort my mind.

Cold and without care if I ever dared
       myself to leave, to death they
              Would Starve indeed.

My world of music centers around you.
It might in the message of Sam Cooke singing You Send Me.
Or, in Jackie Wilson's singing Lonely Teardrop.

I just wants you know I'm thinking of you.

It could be when I'm alone listening to the disc.
With each spin of a tune you not aware that you are been thinking of.

It might be, the Delfonics singing For The LoveThat I Give To You.
Or, the Dramatics warming up on Fell For You.
I just know with all the tunes I'm so much in love with you.

You.
The person I given my heart too.
You.
The person I tell my problems too.
You.
The person that motivates me.

I get lost upon any classic Temptations' tune.
Or , the Escorts singing Look Over Your Shoulders.
And the line "There I'll Be".

In heart.
In your soul.
You know you can count on me.
You're my heart.
You're my dream.

And the little known Miracles tune called Just Losin' You.
With every lyrical line sung with truth.

You're apart of me.
You're the substance this man need.
Without you I would be completely lonely.

The Ojays' sung it well when they sung Just To Keep You Satify.
Which leads the hearts of many guys.

I reach for you in the middle of the night.
And you are there.
You're my comfort zone.
When I'm in need.
You have the feelings I neeed to satify me.
Oh, yeah.

I reach for you in the early morning of the dawn.
And you are there.
Welcoming me with tender loving care.
Oh, yeah.
You're have the ability to take care of me.

The sheets and the blankets can keep me warm.
It just doesn't have the satifaction of you at all.
You soothe me.
You enriches me.
And you bring me joy.
Yes, I admit you are my warmth.
And I'm glad you are there.

Oh, yeah.
I'm glad you are there.

\last time i checked the mainstream narrative, i thought people were looking for neo-nazis?! some sort david attenborough style anthropological *******?! and god, and the uninhibited self... because you're really going to hear about terror attacks in poland; that feral land... you can always try... then again, the strong pull of mob rule might dis-satify your amibitions; we just call them ****** membrane imitations.\

/if **** germany produced heidegger? best read him... because let's face it, kant was hardly german, prussians are second cousins, twiced removed from the saxons, which is esteemed as the heartland (herzland) of, "our", modern, europe. could eat a meal with a skin-head, slap him silly on the shining exposure (best to ask me, but i am serious about an extra N added to the project, simply to disassociate it from shy); as the saying goes... there are people, and there are, people.

oh ****,
i'm into neo-****
music...
        notably:
wumpscut's - soylent grün
(umlaut on a U?
**** me, must be terrible
at diacritical arithmetic -
       must be the one
writing pool,
  instead of pöl -
    ******* little german
version of the continental
tongue that's english) -
die krupps' - nazis auf speed...
and one's: strafbomber....
nachtmahr's - tanzdiktator -
  cherry on top?!
    feindflug's grøßenwahn....
   tickly little ******
with the morph of the OE grapheme...
spreschen norge...
tickly tickly:
look at y'ah: 'ow cute!
                mein herr -
                  you want to *******
abstract the pronoun category further
misrepresenting
pluralism?!
               well, with english
desiring surd usage,
           yet invoking a: happening...
no wonder a militant jew ronin
will arise...
                  funny that...
just had idea concerning
the famous hungarian psychiatrist,
introduced
as dr. zaz...
                 could be sas...
the YZWZ confunsed them...
              shash... or rather szasz...
          sheesh-kebab!
sorry: shīsh kebab...
         there, ployed to reinvent the
ottoman land-grab...
   because are you sure
that diacritical mark abote iota
is static, not moveable (i.e.
    immovable?) -
  better luck next time..
             because you write it in
order for it to appear pretty...
i get it,
             orthography is a distant
form of aesthetic...
           but you can't exactly
fake the application,
  when all you're running on
is a surd application to I and J...
  makes no difference,
might as well chop the heads off...
    sh- sh-, shoo!
the most effective use of a broom.
ą, ę spawned
            œ reinvented... or rather ø...
the softest aspect of the german
tongue...
          soft pouch...
                a sense of:
curling the zunge...
                  approximated by the word
new...
                  yet never matching
the accurate encompass...
             there's a tail on that
*******, mind you...
            as to why and i are
so approximate...
                 h'wen of the far right
ditto heads...
                  h'ounce and h'once...
you through to U through to
yew...
            and a yawn...
              i like exploring
these dungeons,
        keeps me neat on my toes.