is privacy a right or a privalege?
is it something to anticipate, is it something you expect your fellow people to respect?
is it something you thought your government respected?
is privacy something you are willing to rid yourself of?
is privacy something you feel should be handed to you, not earned?
or is privacy, in your eyes, something that a 'civilized society" deserves?
is it something you deserve no matter what your charecter?
shouldyou be able to have it, without people thinking your keeping secerets?
but what happens once you abuse your privacy?
can you earn it back or will it always be something all to far away?
if you abuse your privacy, do you change your views upon whether it should be handed to you or whether it should be earned?
do you trust yourself with privacy?
do you trust anyone with privacy but, what if, in privacy is when the real you shines?
then is privacy all you are made of and without it you would be nothign at all but a human carcous inwhich talks?
at which all you are becomes you within privacy, your views will change or will they not?
privacy is a right, but it is a right abused and overlooked more than it being used appropriately. like most things in this here country.

Do you know about unions ? The one with the bling ?
He pestered, begged, followed.
Flattered, I caved in.
After five years co-existing, we exchanged rings.

His mom was elated! She bought us things
Our dads were rigid with questions for him

I went for it - with crazy zest!
Feeling good, safe, not caring what's next

Just before saying yes, with seriousness,
I looked in his eyes - asking: Are you sure you want
to walk through this door?
Been there; done this before.
This was his ****** tour.

Close friends were upset, they thought we were rushing
Hell, we knew best.
Thinking after the fest, the road we were traveling
would lead to success!

Tying the knot (the rope that chokes)
we clutched each other. Smiles of tears in our eyes
Hearts thumping, blinded by tomorrow

That first night, with squeals of delight,
I was so happy! I couldn't stop grinning
and thinking - He chose me! (right?)
I'll love forever! Knee deep in glee

Foolish me. Didn't know what was in stow...
After six weeks of wedded bliss,
a tornado blew open the doors!

He bowled me over, with words hard to ponder...
"I don't want to be married anymore".

This poem is pretty long so I am breaking it into 2 parts, maybe 3 we'll see

Oh my love
What have you done?
The rain falls down
Around two quarrelling lovers
But lust
turned her heart sour
She loves you
But she's done
Looks to you for an answer you can't give
Bid farewell my love
To lust
She walks away from you

She screams for your love
She wants it all
You didn't follow her my love
You didn't answer her plea
But she's obsessed with your memory
tell her you love her
She wants you to want her
Tears of black paint her pillow case
Of nights spend away from you
Tears fade
~new sights~
Determined to destroy you
My love, she feels abandoned

My love
Oh my love~
She broke your heart
Then you broke hers
My love
you didn't listen
now she'll make you hear
She'll make you pay
Tell your secerets
Bash your name
She wont stop
Because it hurts you
next verse to be continued

Forever ending never IS NOT
you my friend however FORGOT
I'll name you Helena LIKE ME
and practis all the evil WE SEE
you my friend are unaware YOURE BLIND
all the  hate you don't care CANT FIND
my name is Helena LIKE YOU
I know all you're secerets IM YOU....

Forever ending never IS NOT
you my friend however FORGOT
I'll name you Helena LIKE ME
and practis all the evil WE SEE
you my friend are unaware YOURE BLIND
all the  hate you don't care CANT FIND
my name is Helena LIKE YOU
I know all you're secerets IM YOU....

I'm waiting for the messages to be sent back, rejected. My hair unkept, heart wrecked. Smothered in the spilt coffee, because the nerves are bad again. Eating something so gross, you have to throw everything back up. I can't watch tv, or start a new series of books, I tell my brain im not ready for that commitment. So I'll sit, as cars pass by. I met an old lady, who saw the Grand Canyon seven times. My mom screamed," I'm losing my mind" I shut the door & walked away. There's no adventure, left inside. Just a catacomb of lost secerets, I'll die & die each day. But smile with a unearthly sernity. I like listening to people's wacked out theories about the universe. It's like doing **** on acid, while drinking ***** on the highway. Going 78. Even though you're only 19. This is a one way street, and baby im speeding.

The last time I heard "Beethovens 5 Secerets", I was in your arms. Writing amazing poetry. It came on tonight, ***** shuffle. My heart stopped & I danced & for the first time in weeks I didn't have to miss you, because your feet were next to mine...

Government secrets undermine democracy
in the same way lies undermine honesty
by circumventing accountability
at the expense of truth and credibility.
As citizens we should have a say in decisions
which is impossible when they’re clandestine.
Proponents say that’s why we have a representative democracy
we choose who handles our secerets
which is fair enough I guess
but once the secrets start *******
how are we supposed to know who should represent us
when we don’t even know what they’re doing?

Beats hit hard the train of thought hits harder ink boils over soul possessed become a bleeding ulcer paralyzed waiting to die, constant, twitching, running, running, you cant stop its inside your guts twist up butterflies feesing on your secerets and in your sin your insides burning acid leaking out always obsessing the obsessive tendencies drugs and *** love and lust pain and ****
Fast and last words are prayers magic incantations that draw out the darkness and removes it pushes it to paper black ink is best bleeding im bleeding every word is a painful movement twitching spaztic manic illusions casting out shadows that dance when the moons lit.